Crafting Poems

वो  चेहरा इन आँखों में बसा होता था उस चेहरे में सारा ब्रह्माण्ड छुपा होता था तस्वीर देख उसकी मैंने क्यूँ  मुँह मोड़ लिया उसका अक्स टूटे आईने में भी छिपा होता था कैसे नम हो जाने देती इन आँखों को जिनमे  उसके सुरमे का नूर चढ़ा होता था माथे की लकीरें भी तक़दीर तराशती  थी कभी एक बिंदी से ही उसका अस्तित्व उजागर होता था    साथी मेरा चुरा ले गया निशानियां अपनी रिश्ते का बाँध उन निशानियों से बंधा होता था सन्नाटा  और ख़ालीपन में  कैसे यह आँगन पनपेगा जहाँ रिश्तों  के सौगातो का शोर बसा होता  था अब "प्रीत"तेरा मेरा चाँद बना फिरता है , कभी तारों से मेरा आकाश रचा होता था. -प्रीति 

After Prayer, gathered all ghastly  ghosts created shattered scattered  scene: the French Diva cut all the queues directly crossed the seven gates the innocent dead lives stared at her stunning curves the Easter Baskets of eggs clunked the next line clung to their prayer rugs stand straight, stand separate on the Race Bay echoed a sound from a humongous hulk She will be  the first: as more tears were shed as more tweets flood as more money spent on her half-dead life who is she some souls searched? Notre Dame , they found. Exoticas take special trains She is already on the list of- Rebirths. the innocent dead lively souls; after prayer, gathered together to become ghastly ghosts. - Preeti   

To, The Mellow Moon Mellow moonlight has no chivalry. It is peeking directly into my heart. Winter snow has settled in this skin. With your tender touch scrape that cold pain. Unzip the layers of snow settled in these legs. Undo the torture of frozen memories. Gently erase coldness of my past. Dormant are the buds of love. Swiftly cast your magical spell. Move your magic wand around. Gently caress this heart. Whisper to spring, ask her to sing that song. Gently bloom like roses and peonies, as spring lasts not long. Slowly I’m melting with snow; dissolving my breath into you. Torture of time fossilized within my eyes. Gently kiss these eyes. Turn those teary sights into starry lights. Be my summer beam turn these tears into sweat, sweetly. Drizzle your charm dreamily. Wash away those stories under the shower of rain. Gently pluck me from this world. Gently fly me to that mellow moon. ...

At Appu Ghar, Delhi Chilled winters filled with Thrills Played with Snow, in Delhi wearing pink Frills Summer holidays brought Chills Danced in the hot rays with rain Spills Picnics to the Appu Ghar were magical Drills Swallowed these memories With some bitter city currencies Rage of the sun pierces the city Even that blueline metro feels pity This tongue has turned  parched Those memories have starched Wash away the city it is covered with stains Wash away its old pain whenever it rains. - Preeti

Talk to Somebody Unheard and Unsaid Hey, Remember that day!! Do you have anything to say? Ouch man!! life hurts so bad. I am fine Do you have anything to say? Talk is cheap tonight Swiftly, I touched his name This is the moment right ..Beep..Beep..Beep.. I don’t want to be a creep. Typed more than a hundred texts Erased more than a thousand words What should I do next? Talk is cheap tonight Call him one more time. Talk is cheap tonight That Voda voice reminded me Every sec, every minute, every hour. It is her b’day, sharp at midnight I will call her, alright! Hey! B’day Gal!! how fun were those years when we could not stop saying cheers Happy Birthday !!:):):) . Talk is cheap tonight Let me call her At least one time .. Buzz...Buzz...Buzz... Voda is a cuss. Talk is cheap tonight He can call me, right? On the aeroplane mode This phone rode Whole night because Talk is cheap tonight. -P...

On hearing a lover not seen For twenty years has Attempted suicide I suspect it was over me (** From- Rooms are Never Finished pg.295) on smelling fragrance of death, i touched my nerves  on feeling no pulse, i took a deep breath. i suspect he brought lavenders and lilies, death is magical; love just made him dead. -Preeti

एक दौड़  कितना आगे बढ़ गयी तुम जिंदगी ? इस सफर पर मैं बस चलने को था। क्यों तुम दौड़ने लगी जिंदगी? यह ख़ालीपन क्यों बन गयी मेरी बंदिगी? मेरा ख़ालीपन कभी खामोशी से भरा था, खामोशी को भी छोड़, तुम कितना आगे बढ़ गयी जिंदगी? कैसे-कैसे किस्से कागज़ों में समेटेगी? नाम मेरा तूने अपनी कहानियों में लिखा था। क्यों "एक नाम" के पीछे दौड़ने लगी तुम जिंदगी ? अपनी लहर में तू मुझे बहाने लगी जब अस्तित्व को अपने; वेग से तेरे बचाने को था अस्मिता मेरी कैद कर मुझसे भी आगे बढ़ गयी तुम जिंदगी । कभी खुद से न मिल सका, कैसे तू यह समझ पाएगी ? "कौन  हूँ मैं" यह सवाल मुझे तड़पा रहा था तू भी एक पहेली बन क्यों दौड़ने लगी जिंदगी ? खुद को टटोलते हुए तेरे रास्तों में लड़खड़ाने लगा; तू मुझे क्या थामेगी तेरे करीब मैं आने को था, तुझे अपना बनाने को था, पर एक पल रुके बिना कितना आगे बढ़  गयी तुम जिंदगी? मैं भी चल रहा था ना तुम्हारे साथ फिर क्यों तुम दौडने लगी जिंदगी?                   ...

Cremation Your bones refused to burn when we set fire to the flesh. Who would have guessed you would be stubborn in death? कब्र से कशिश काल की कालिमा का साया कागज़-सी तेरी काया पर छाया कितनी देर जीने का नशा चढ़ेगा कहाँ तक अपनी साँसो को खींचेगा कागजों में खुद को कब तक दफ़नाएगा कई आँखों को तू दर्द से भर जाएगा कब्र तेरी सज्जी है तेरी ही किताब से कितना दूर जाएगा अपनी ही चाहत से कशिश जीने की तू कब्र तक ले ही गया कैसे तू मौत को भी एक सौगात दे गया।                                                ~प्रीति

Her Honour The bed was wet her pillow wept the room groaned when she roared, in the dense dark she was merely a lark. When She was broken the dawn too broke. What they said- “It was his right as it was his night.” She carved her honour from the grave of that bed. And that transformed her core- I am not a victim I won't sell my story, at the cost of societal sympathy I won't be another Indian bride I won't be a bait to the family's pride. She pulled her hair chopped it down she transferred the burden of her ring to "his society” which stings. They kept saying it was his right. There she killed her plight, And took her flight.                                      - Preeti

  Bus Number 740 Is 753 a bus to CP? It is my city I am its GPS once, at this bus stop I chased my fears. Madam, is 721 a bus to ITO? Once, there was my home where I felt alone. Finally 740 they chased,                               as they madly rushed                                I was pushed into a  rabbit hole.                              Hope, I will come back. In the glassy-glossy city, I became a wanderer. The glossy dew drops touched my fantasy. The Himalayan breeze revived our Yamuna, as the queen built majestic castle for the city warriors. The tainted glass shattered, this fainted woman's dream faded. Will 740 go to  Laxmi Nagar? Finally, I reached the De...

शोर इस शहर का अब चुभने लगा तेरा ही नाम हवा में गूज़ने लगा दिल की आहटें क्यों तू दबाने लगा दास्ताँ, चंद शब्दों मे तू छूपाने लगा छू लेने दे मुझे उस हवा को जिसे तू अपनी साँसों मे बसाने लगा चाँद अब इस चहरे को देखता नहीं लगता है वह भी दाग छूपाने लगा तेरे किस्से मेरे भी बन रहे है मैं भी अधरों से इनहे बचाने लगा प्रीति की रीती से हम चलने लगे तू शहरी दरवाजों में ताले लगवाने लगा. -Preeti

Teared  Those fingers shivered as they weaved the tender thread Tired were those eyes Or teary they turned? Intricately, she designed its fate. Maniacally, she devoured its charm. Those teary eyes wondered how long will this union last? Those fingers shivered to wrap the torn pieces of her heart, in the last sparkling tears.  And, again those hands shivered.  And, again was that heart torn? -Preeti