A Handful of Happiness

For when they rest their hands on your fingers, the world is a beautiful place.
For when they look at you, they melt away the ice bergs that reign within.
For when they sleep on your hand, you know they trust you with their dreams, that you won't move a lot and break them.
For when you have loved a kitten, you know you have been it's life.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry

Why walk when you can fly

Couldn't fly no more
on the sidewalk lay broken wings
While so in love, she had her eyes closed all through
Searching in his whispers a few words assuring he felt it too
One was holding her hand while in the other he carried a dagger
Even the sometime cloying demeanor couldn't cloak his swagger.

With wings clipped
With eyes still drenched in ambivalence
With every dream ever packed and sent to stars
With memories of those 100 days he ever spared in years, when they met.
She writhed in suffocation
She crawled in pain
She turned around one last time
To let his face drown in her tears
For keepsake
For life
For death.

The colors started to fade
The closing credits were to roll
The life she ever wished for was to end before the start
Holding her broken self
Leaving a part of her behind
Unfazed by what the world might hurl
Struggled, pulled through
Vowed to not look back and start anew
Hopped onto the open palm
Of the one who in midst of tears, made her smile.

In his hues of blue, her pain scattered to yield a rainbow
In his limitless self, he gave her falling self a definition.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry

Realm of dreams

So what if it walked out on you

It once was a dream,

a dream that did come true.

Why lament the loss of something breaking down

Why not cherish the very moment it respired, still new

How easy it is to hurl blame

How convenient it is to proclaim sane

Why chicken out the back gate

Why not take 'No' on face

So what if the song changed

So what if while you cried waiting in vain

All that comforted you was the heaven,

All that hugged you was the rain.

Life is too short to wait

Love runs too deep to chain

Words might falter sometimes

But trust the eyes

for they contain

the face,

the 'etched in golden' name,

each promise ever made,

each photograph that the heart clicked and framed
and ashes of

each memory ever set to flame.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry

aansuon ki aas mein

aansuon ki aas mein ek lamha to bitaya hoga

yaadon ke kuch panne samet kar dil se to lagaya hoga

ek baarish ki shaam, mere naam jaam uthaya hoga

phir meri kisi yaad ne chhalka ke use giraya hoga

dhuen ke ek badal ko raat bhar sajaya hoga

ek nayi subah ki talaash mein neend ko jagaya hoga

haathon ki lakeeron mein mera naam kahin chhupaya hoga

kuch raaston, kuch manzilon mein dhoondne toh aaya hoga

dil pe dastak de rahi meri aawaz ne kuch gungunaya hoga

haathon mein bichhee meri zindagi ne aaj dil toh bahut dukhaya hoga

aansuon ki aas mein ek lamha to bitaya hoga.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry

Remember me

And in as tears you trickle down the face of my life tonight

I drench so the raindrops keep you company

As memories glisten and run down my eyes

I catch traces of you for keepsake

In each breath today till the very end

I never am letting you go

your home is still this heart

you always have me to run to if at all roads fork

And if not, as a few moments I'll shine

in the very places when your footsteps visit again

And I'll smile for what we were

And hope that someday would smile remembering me,
Reminiscing when we called it Love.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry

Amaranthine Love

The wind sashays there today where your fingers once played
Lost somewhere in my tresses lay concealed, the doorways I wish to vanish away
How I wish words could ever explain
the amaranthine love in my heart I contain
But still a whisper now and then
The ocean breeze rings your name
And I smile in folds of my mane
Blush behind my natural curtain.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry

El corazón en llamas

So when I close my eyes, don't weep

For it's this slumber I craved all my life

And when in flames, don't sigh

For I've lived more of a conflagration.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry

Smitten

For her eyelashes hold her love
Tender, sacred, concealed.
For her smile too won't ever show
her desires, her insecurities.
For each time she did blink
she sent a part of her his way.
For each time she did blanket laughs with a shy smile
He was there with her, he being the reason why.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry

Downpour

Drenching in a downpour
I need you a little more
not that the scene is too obscure
It's just the memories I wish to re-explore
For a passage to shine, to the clouds the sun implores
Ferrying paper boats I patiently await the vibgyor
The raindrops make merry, bejewel la tierra, allure
The sky exhibits romanticism, the gray makes love to the azure
In moments of endless waiting while on face of it lingers an "I'm not so sure"
It's these very seconds I know why am I still smitten, why you are the cure.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry

Photo courtesy: Sonakshi Yajurvedi (http://www.flickr.com/photos/sonakshii/)

Blur

Never before today did I mull over such random musings. But as I finally took the plunge in this ocean of mystery, with the current of conscious taking me down, I finally opened my eyes deep underwater to a world I've lived in, a part of which I've chosen to love, to build my home in and wherein I often retire a refuge. While on the surface, I might come across as the most uninterested, glaring a beautiful painting of a rainbow with indifference while others can't stop praising it, what I am really searching is amalgamation. While solid vibrant colors might be pleasing, my eye seeks the merging, the co-existence, the harmony. Today, in a quest to answer myself, I threw at myself another plethora of questions.

Why I prefer:
Shadows over spotlight?
Clouds over clear sky?
Fog or rain over a sunny day?
Moon over the sun?
A blur over a definition?

Sharp definitions more often than not turn castles to clay. Enlisting a set of rules spoil the beauty of discovering a game. Love won't rhyme minus the pain. And how I'd rather let dreams run their course rather try to get a grip on them in paper and pen. In a haze, it's not the walking through it that tempts, it's the challenge of opening up to a situation wherein many cease to. Being lost in a maze and then catching sight of that one narrow opening is priceless. Where the definite solidified form of it breaks glasses and hurts, snow, on the other hand, lovingly blankets the land pouring love to the seed that turns a rose, come spring. How that name written on a fogged glass bears a certain magic to it than the one written in the most beautiful cursive in ink. The incomplete, I'm professing here. The blur, I am speaking for out of sheer love.

Never do I bind nor like being bound, being tagged or playing on the periphery. I leap in. And then learn to swim. I live in a blur of smiles, of colors, of lights merging with the dark, of tears giving way to words that no laugh can circumpass.

I, willfully, submit to shadows.
I embrace the walls of time separating us.
I, for a century what seemed, have loved a voice with no face to name.
I would rather race raindrops than make the windscreen wiper take the zeal in them away.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry