Ghosts from the Past !

Kal ki baat

2011-11-25T18:48:00.000-08:00

Abhi kal ki baat hi lagtee hai main jhoola jhooltee thee,
Abhi kal ki baat hi lagtee hai main ghar ghar kheltee thee,
Mitti ke thee khiloney banatee, phoolon se ghar ko sajaati,
Aur chhoti chhoti baaton pe thee sakhiyon se main rooth jaati.

Abhi kal ki baat hi lagtee hai main thee dulhan nai naveli,
kuchh ghabrai si, kuchh sharmai se, thee mehndi bhari hatheli,
Abhi kal ki baat hi lagtee hai, ki rangon se tha bhara sama,
Aur do chhoti chhoti pariyon ne mujhko kaha tha maa!!

Abhi kal ki baat hi lagtee hai ki bagiya mein they phool saarey,
maathey pe tha chaand sindoori, maang mein they bhare sitarey!!

Jaaney kaise beet gaya vo vaqt, jaaney kahan gaya vo shabaab,
Ab to beeti baaton ka bas main rakhtee rehtee hun hisaab,
Dhoondtee rehtee hun un beeti baaton mein kuchh puranee yaadein,
Un yaadon mein chhupe hue hain tere kuchh jo mujhsey vaadey!!

Abhi kal ki baat hi lagtee hai, ki tooney thama tha mera haath,
Un kal ki beetee baton se hi sanwar raha hai mera aaj!!

Monica, 26 November, 2011

The Pillow

2011-07-24T18:50:00.000-07:00

The fluffy round thing, that we call pillow,
Humble in appearance, humbler in cost,
Often in our lives its importance is lost!!

You hug it all night, it never complains,
You squeeze it really tight, it never complains,
You cry your heart into it, it never complains,
For another you just leave it, it never complains!!

Sometimes you go away to a place very far,
Happy to stay in a hotel, that is all star!
Yet sometime in the night,sleep abandons mid-way,
And then you miss the little fellow, so far away!!

As I lie on the grass, under the tree of willow,
I remember with fondness, my fluffy round pillow!!

Ik Ummeed

2011-07-23T23:57:00.000-07:00

आंख बंद करती हुं तो सपना बुन लेती हुं,
िजसमे फूलों से महकता है आंगन मेरा,
िजसमें हर शाम लाती है इक सुंदर सवेरा,
पर आंख खुलती है तो िफर वही अंधेरा,

वो मेरी िकसमत को खोलता नहीं,
इतनी कस के बंद कर ली है मुठी,
पर मैं हुं की हौंसला छोड़ता नहीं,
वो छोड़ता नहीं लेना इमतहान मेरा !!

इक िदन तो उसको देना होगा मुझे जो मेरा है,
इक िदन तो िफर से िखलेगा तबस्सुम मेरा!!

Musings of a lonely heart in a crowded world

2011-07-10T06:58:00.000-07:00

उमर भर तरसा िकये ऐ िदलदार तेरे दीदार को,
तेरे दर से िनकला जनाज़ा तो ना नज़रें भी िमला सका

तू छत से एकतक देखता रहा यूं मेरा ज़नाज़ा,
मैं मजबूर पलकों मेन बनद आंखें ना घुमा सका

उठ ना सके ये हाथ चाह कर भी तेरे सलाम को,
चुप थी मेरी ज़ुबान, ना मैं तुझको ही बुला सका

पर दम भर को थंडी लाश ने इक बर िफर दम भर िलया,
बस िफ़ज़ा में तेरी खुशबू से रूह को ही मेहका सका!!

अब जन्नत िक हूरें मुझे चंदन कह के बुलाती हैं,
चलो िज़ंद ना सही, तेरी खुशबू से जन्नत को तो महका सका!!

The Parched Earth

2011-07-09T02:14:00.000-07:00

The parched earth looked up at the sky,
The dark clouds hovered above,
The seeds of desire dormant for so long,
Excited to sprout at the first shower!

Clouds hovered as if thinking, for long,
Do I deliver the parcel here or go along!!

A sudden gush of wind came so fast,
No one knew where the cloud ever did go,
The seeds of desire buried deep again,
The parched earth remained forever so!!

िहजर या िवसाल

2011-01-17T17:55:00.001-08:00

मौत थी देहलीज पे, हाथों में था तेरा हाथ,
तुने धीरे से पूछा, हर पल रहोगे ना साथ?
लो आखरी सांस से पेहले, मैने कर िदया ये भी इकरार
यूं तो ता-उमर साथ िनभाने को कहा था क ई बार।

अब तो रूह मेरी हरसू तेरे रूबरू रेहती है,
चुपके से आ कर तेरे कनों में मेरी जुसतजू केहती है,
कभी हवा का झोंका बन के मैं तेरे गालों को छू जाता हुं,
किभ बािरश बन के मैं तुझे िभगो जाता हुं।

कभी खाब बन के मैं तेरी आंखों में उतरता हुं,
कभी रातों को चुपके से मैं तुझसे िलपट-ता हुं,
िफर भी तुम केह देती हो के ये िहजर का समा है,
जो ये िहजर होता है तो िफर िवसाल कया होता है?

जब ये खयाल िदल में आये िक मैं कहीं नहीं हूं,
आइना ही देख लेना, मैं तुझ में ही कहीं हुं!!

The Destitute

2010-09-02T07:04:00.000-07:00

The little life was tucked in a womb,
Waiting to be born,
The destitute mother’s body,
Labored in pain, so completely forlorn.

All passed by without a care,
No one stopped to provide,
At last the little one came into the world,
But soon the mother died!

Who would care for the life born,
Who would give her some love,
While no laws can force us to care,
But a plethora of them to stop above!

A good Samaritan wants to help,
But do the law makers care?
In the world of red-tapes,
The little life may not fare.

Do we have our hearts,
In the place that’s right?
Has the society so plunged in dark?
That there is no more light?

Honour Killings

2010-07-03T23:28:00.000-07:00

The little heart knows no caste or creed,
It beats fast when someone fulfills an eternal need,
The need to be loved, to feel so special,
Oblivious of the world, which feels there is a hassle!!

“Kill them! “, for dishonor has been brought,
Honor in murder, can it ever be thought?

Leave them alone I plead to those mindless souls!!

God only lives in a heart that is full of love,
Not in the houses of stones and slurry.
Let HIM live where HE wants to be,
I plead to all to let love be free!!

The Cloud

2010-07-02T08:09:00.000-07:00

The cloud loaded with droplets of rain,
Asked the wind to move fast.
To reach the one who was waiting,
Before the moment is past!!

Before she withers away into naught,
Having always valiantly fought,
The eternal thirst of her lonely soul,
For that divine shower of rain,
That she never could spot!!

I want to be with her to tell her,
Yes I existed somewhere for only you.
Before she loses hope and closes her eyes,
And stops looking expectantly at the skies.

Before her body is reduced to ash,
Her soul returned to the One,
Just once I want to see her smile,
Oh wind, please hasten this last mile!!

The Eternal Thirst

2010-05-30T03:36:00.001-07:00

He opened his mouth so wide,
As if he would swallow the universe,
But all he got was a few rain drops,
That hardly quenched his throat so parched.

Expectantly he continued looking up at the sky,
As if the clouds would melt at his gaze,
But winds of time blew them away,
Leaving him to roam the town in daze.

Then someone offered him water pure,
In a beautiful vessel that could lure,
But the man with the eternal thirst,
Waited for the skies to open and pour.

Tum Jo Hote

2010-04-27T08:18:00.000-07:00

Tum jo hote saath humare,
Jeeney ki raah kuchh aur hi hoti,
Vaadiyon mein mehak kuchh aur hoti,
Baharon ki sada kuchh aur hi hoti

Garmiyon ki dhoop itni garam na hoti,
Sardiyon ki hawaein yun sard na hoti,
Baarish bhi itni na hoti geeli,
Hijr ki raat na hoti yun seeli.

Baharon ki raunaq kuchh aur hi hoti,
Khiza ka sama bhi hota kucch aur,
Jo hothon pe ruki rahti hai hansi,
Us hansi ki khanak kuchh aur hi hoti.

Khushiyon ke chand itne door na hote,
Aftaab ki chamak bhi na un hamein jalati,
Hum bhi shayad yahan yun na hote,
Tere saaye mein zindagi kuchh aur hi hoti!!

2010-02-13T04:23:00.000-08:00

Yeh udaas nazrein dhoondti hain kiska pata,
Khamosh labon se kisko pukarti ho,
Kaun bedard tumhein yeh dard de gaya,
Aye shama tum kis dil ki aarti ho!!

AAINA

2009-12-27T03:36:00.000-08:00

Aaina dekh ke dar lagta hai,
Jaane kaun ajnabi usme rehta hai ....

Pehle to jab bhi jhankti thi,
ik hanstey hue chehrey se hoti thi mulakat,
jiski aankhon mein thi ummeed ki chamak,
haunslon aur iradon se vo damakta tha!!

Jaane ab mayoos sa kaun rehta hai,
jiske chehrey pe na ummeed na hansi,
shayad vo apni zindagi mein phansa hai,
ya shayad zindagi hi hai usmein phansi!

Ghabra ke main aankh band kar leti hun,
khabon mein aakar vo chehra mujhey darata hai,
phir man behlaney ko khol leti hun daraz,
jismein kuchh purani tasvirein muskurati hain.

Hanstey huye chehrey se phir hoti hai mulakat,
Hauslon aur ummeedon se jo damakta hai,
sochti hun tod doon apne ghar ka harek aaina,
jaaney kaun ajnabi sa usme rehta hai!!

Baarish Ki Boond

2009-10-03T01:21:00.000-07:00

Yeh kis badal ka katra hai, mere gaal pe aakar jo utra hai....

Yeh boond hai barish ki ya koi hai chingari

Kyun isko chhoo kar jhulas gai main sari

Yeh aag mere man mein hai, na mere tan mein hai,

Yeh aag meri har ik saans har dhadkan mein hai.

Vo dhadkan jo is dil ki aawaz hai,

Jismein har pal bus bajta ik saaz hai.

Vo saaz jismein sirf do sur hi bajte hain,

Piya piya ka raag hi bus din raat kahtey hain.

Is boond ki garmi ne phir ched diya vo raag,

Jaane kis badal ke katron se bujhegi yeh aag.

Na bujhi to shayab ab jaan ka hi khatra hai,

Yeh kis badal ka katra hai, mere gaal pe aakar to utra hai.....

Birthday Wishes to Raman

2009-01-15T20:40:00.000-08:00

Birthday wishes to world’s best Dad,
To the man who was an ideal son,
A brother who was loved so much,
That his thoughts still make the tears run.

Wishes to the best friend of my life,
I am so proud to have been your wife,
The husband who could not be any better,
Cause he was ideal almost to the letter!

Sometimes we are angry with God,
For taking you away from us,
For allowing us to live in deception,
When all along he abhorred perfection!

Yet we are thankful HE gave us you,
For a short while though, never mind,
Cause meteors only shine for a moment,
But their brilliance leaves all else behind.

Thank you Raman for being what you were,
Your love makes us all go on and on,
Your spirit so strong in the face of all,
Guides us through from the dusk to dawn!!

16 January .............

Shadow

2009-01-05T07:56:00.000-08:00

The Shadow

Sometimes I feel a shadow behind me,
As if there is someone there,
I feel the coolness of his breath,
On my nape, and rising of my hair!

I turn around very very slowly,
So that I do not scare,
Yet when I look around,
There is just no one there!

I know he is, yet he is not,
May be it is just an illusion,
Or a dream of a sleepless mind,
Or reality? Oh, there is much confusion!

Is it memories of my past, long gone?
Or vision of a future, that is yet to be,
Or just a lonely little heart,
Playing a sweet love melody!!

The shadow was there again today,
So close that I could almost touch,
The air around had so much fragrance,
That I could feel my heart lift much!

Yet maybe I can never see it,
For it never seems to take a face,
And it goes along with me in my journey of life,
A little behind, but never in one place!!

Dushhera

2008-10-11T04:38:00.000-07:00

Har saal hum ravan ka putla bana letein hain,

Phir khud hi aag laga kar usko jala detein hai,

Par insan ke dilon mein jo Ravan basa karte hain,

Jo har din kai sitaon ko utha letein hain,

Hum kab un ravanon ki pehchan kar sakenge?

Hum kab apni sitaon ki laaj baja sakenge?

Hazaron salon se Dushherra aata hai,

Har bar har jagah ik Ravan jala karta hai,

Phir bhi bheer mein Ravan badte jate hai,

Han ab dus sir nahin, ik leker vo gum ho jaate hain!

Dus sir valon ki to hum pehchan kar sakenge,

Apni betiyon aur behno ko shayad unse bacha sakenge,

Par yeh ek sir vala Ravan humko thag leta hai,

Jaane kab hum isko Dussherre mein jala sakenge!!

O Terrorist!

2008-07-29T08:24:00.000-07:00

Dedicated to the memory of all those who have lost their lives and their loved ones in the recent blasts in Bangalore and Ahmedabad and thousands before them.

O Terrorist!

I dreamt of a valley of flowers and the rain,
Of finding real happiness and love again.
Today my heart is full of fear and sorrow,
I would be happy if I were alive tomorrow

There is fear of death in the air,
Death that has so ugly a face,
That one moment you stand in a corner,
Next, you are plastered all over the place.

O terrorist, what is your creed, caste or race,
Can any religion accept you with grace?
No you are just an ugly mind,
Packed in a body that looks just like mine.

From times immemorial, you have reared your head,
And every time leaving behind scores that are dead!

Yet you have never been able to touch the soul,
Cause no weapon can ever make a hole,
Into the feelings, emotions and fighting spirit,
That binds this world together as a whole.

As I say this, my fears and sorrow lift,
Cause I know God has given me a gift,
Of choosing to live the way I do,
No matter what you say, no matter what you do.

Once again, I dream of a valley of flowers and rain,
Of finding real happiness and love again!!

Monica Chadha - 28 July 2008

The Heart of a Mother

2008-07-27T02:22:00.000-07:00

Dedicated to the memory of my mother whom I lost on this day one month back.

The Heart of a Mother

I live for you my child, so said the woman so frail,
Every breath I take, I take for you, my baby.
Though I can’t fight your battle,
But just being there, I can help, maybe!

She continued her labored breaths,
But at times it became too hard,
But every time I asked what ailed her,
She smiled back at me saying,
Nothing that you should take to heart!

But one day, she ran out of them,
The labored breaths would come no more,
Her frail heart had been full of love,
But got tired of the burdens she had carried so long,

With her blood and sweat she gave us life,
Always positive and always bright,
Though nothing good ever came her way,
But for happiness of her children, she did pray.

I miss you mother, on this day,
Every moment and every day,
Though you are around no more,
I feel your love in every way.

2008-07-20T04:51:00.000-07:00

Formless Love

Love is like a flowing river,
Formless and Timeless,
Don’t know where it originates,
Don’t know where it ends.

It is always flowing in our life,
Just keeps changing its form,
Sometimes we see it in mother dear,
Another time in the beauty of our newborn.

The form may wither away,
Leaving the little heart broken,
The soul then starts searching again,
Till another form is formed.

So ignorant are we, never realizing,
Forms are only physical manifestations,
While love can be felt any which way,
Formless, Timeless and Eternal!!

The Rise

2007-03-27T09:21:00.000-07:00

God made the Man,
Man made the God!

Man has many imperfections,
Nothing is more perfect than HIM!

If both are creators,
Who is better??

The Rise

The little piece of rock,
Lying forever in the dust,
Come rain or sunshine,
Nothing could change its luck!

Then came a special man,
Who picked up the rock and smiled,
Cleaned its dust and then,
Took some tools and had them piled.

He chipped the rock day and night,
Ever so slowly and patiently,
Turning it slowly into a shape,
That looked a bit womanly!

And one day the rock was changed,
It no more looked lumpy and ugly,
With the magic of his hands,
He had shaped it beautifully!

He draped it in a dress,
Oh so beautiful, befitting a princess,
And had it installed in a temple,
Where many prayed to it for success!

The lowly little rock,
Often wondered with surprise,
What had happened to it along the way,
What had caused it's so much rise!

Monica, March 07

The Deodar And The Wind

2007-02-26T07:31:00.000-08:00

The Deodar and the Wind

The mighty wind came in,

The Deodar shook and swayed,

Irritated by the unexpected gust,

Its peace suddenly destroyed.

Go away, it said to the wind.

It turned the wind away,

Because it wanted to be alone!

Alone to face the snow,

That chilled it to its bone.

Alone to face the sun,

When it beat down on it mercilessly,

Alone to face the weather,

That hit its vast trunk relentlessly.

The Deodar may look mighty,

But inside it’s like a child,

Who’s afraid of the darkness,

And living in the wilderness.

Yet it would never want,

The company of any mighty mist,

It yearns for the soft breeze,

That blew from west to east.

It wants to stay tall and never,

Let any wind break its branch,

However mighty it may be,

Whatever purpose its launch!

Let the whole world know,

The Deodar wants to stay alone,

Searching always in the sky,

For the star that once shone!

Go away, please go away,

Leave me alone with my cones,

Let the bristles of my luck sting me,

Till there is power in my bones!

I understand that you serve me,

You have carried my fragrance around,

Yet I do not want to hear,

The whistling in your sound!

Go and blow in the plains,

Where the valley has turned dry,

Give them the coolness of the mountains,

That you carried away on the sly!

The wind finally turned away,

Saying what it knew it must,

One day I’ll come to blow again,

When you have fallen to the dust!

When you are no more standing tall,

You huge trunk fallen to the ground,

Your cones and bristles will not shine then,

And you will be carried on a pall!!

I’ll bring with me a few tears of rain,

To wet the ground where you rooted,

Hoping a few cones carried the seeds,

That could sprout a Deodar once again!!

There is no Death

2006-12-05T07:17:00.000-08:00

When there are

No more desires,

Nor are there

Any temptations,

The face shines very bright,

And there is only light…

There is no life…

There is no death.

When the soul is,

In harmony with ONE,

There are no aspirations,

Desperations are none,

No togetherness, no separation,

All moving towards one destination,

There is no life…..

There is no death.

The joys of the soul,

Have no boundaries,

No limitations,

Never is there a break,

Once formed a connection,

From this world to that,

Flow of love continues,

There is no life….

There is no death.

Monica Chadha, May, 2006

Have You Lost Something Today?

2006-09-24T08:38:00.000-07:00

Dedicated to all the people living in the Metros with a hectic life style, rushing forever in this journey called Life!

Have you lost something today?

As you left your house,

You forgot to turn around,

Someone was waiting with a smile,

To wish you a great day,

A few words that would have,

Certainly made you cheery and gay.

Have you lost something today?

As you rushed in the morning,

To reach your place of work,

You entered your office and went,

Straight to your cabin in a huff,

Someone was waiting for you,

With a piece of cake n goodies,

To share with you and make you,

Wish him a very happy birthday.

Have you lost something today?

Over the years you have lost,

So many beautiful moments like these,

And they accumulated into melancholy,

That took away your mental peace.

You forgot what it was to smile,

You forgot to relax just a while,

You remembered so many other things,

But forgot the relations were meant to stay.

Have you lost something today?

The bitterness of your life made you,

Forget what it was to just say,

I love you to those you loved,

With a peck on the cheek, or a soft hug.

And they drifted away into wilderness,

Till it was tough to come back,

And then one day you woke up,

To the bitter realities of the day.

Have you lost something today?

Just remember life is all about,

Filling it with innocent moments of fun,

It’s all about giving and taking,

And keeping your hope and to hold on,

Hold on before the sands of time slip,

Into oblivion and go forever away,

Else the whole world will be asking,

Have you lost something today?

Death of a Friendship

2006-09-11T09:11:00.000-07:00

This poem is dedicated to all the friends that I have lost over the years.

Death of a Friendship

Two souls connect,

Thoughts travel back and forth,

Even through the distance

The connection can be strong.

Ideas float to and fro,

Plant of friendship grown,

With nourishment it has developed,

The seed that was once sown.

Destiny brings people together,

Destiny takes them away,

But when expectations are built in,

Sooner we have to call it a day!!

Cause expectations often leads man,

To disappointments very great,

And then there is anger and frustrations,

And the relationship begins to fade.

Why can’t people ever understand?

The language of the soul,

That only needs a little care,

To complete its worldly role.

The soul that resides in a body,

Man or woman, matters not,

Soul that has no gender,

These peculiarities it gathers not.

Yet often we don’t ever go,

Beyond what is visible,

Never touching that chord,

Of the soul that is irresistible.

So we just want the relationship,

With a body that’s beautiful,

Never nurturing the soul,

Leading to the Death of a Friendship.

And when a friendship dies,

There is no funeral procession,

No one comes to mourn,

None to display any emotion!

But a genuine friendship always survives,

It goes beyond the words,

It goes beyond the physical,

Whatever may happen in our lives!

So why mourn the demise,

Of a relationship that’s so weak,

Like the branch of a dry tree,

That a little wind can tweak.

The friendship that’s Dead,

Was never meant to be,

So why should we mourn,

Let the bygones just be!!

Dream

2006-07-24T00:54:00.000-07:00

Dream

Each one has to dream on his own,
Can anyone bequeath one to others?
I have mine and you have yours,
This is not a heritage to be passed on!

One thinks of poetry, another of love,
Another dreams of leaving millions to his heir,
For which he will do whatever he can
Whether through means fowl or fair!

A Dream exists only as a thought,
It is not something to be bought,
What ignites within me a passion,
To you it will be like a naught!!

But dreams when converted into action,
Can certainly leave a lasting impression.
It can stimulate others to dream too,
To color their lives in beautiful hue!!

There are those who dream for their children.
Thinking they are, Oh so wise!
Believing that they are only their extension,
Their offspring often think otherwise!

They have a mind and spirit too,
They have their own aspirations to build on,
Don’t bequeath, just leave them alone,
Just teach them to dream and move on!

Riots

2006-07-11T00:31:00.000-07:00

As a child I had heard many stories of partition from my parents, both of whom were based in Lahore, Pakistan. The senseless violence, mass murders, rapes and looting in the name of religion. We had hoped that these things would have vanished in a modern, secular and free society. But time and again this communal violence flares up in the country, bringing senseless destruction all around us. 1984 riots were very close home. For three days we survived on potatoes and eggs and lentils, no fresh vegetables because we dare not venture out of the house. When the curfew lifted we saw many beautiful homes and shops of sikhs burnt down and heard many stories of murders in the most gruesome manner. Why?

Any answers??

Riots

The silence of the night is broken,
By the shattering glass of the windows,
The peace and tranquility vanquished,
Out comes the fear lurking in the shadows.

Suddenly the atmosphere is filled
With many reverberating sounds,
The children cling to their mothers,
The fear in their eyes unbound.

The senseless violence of the mob,
Who come to kill, who come to rob.
The faceless strangers, the angry lot,
Why the hatred, even they know not!

Yet they take away, what no one can give,
Never thinking how, the others will live!

Till yesterday, they were sane,
Just like you, and just like me,
Yet, today they come,
And kill without enmity!!

Which religion teaches to kill,
Which God supports their cause,
This beast of violence that vandalizes,
When a little spark ignites the holocaust!!

They burn, they loot,
They shout, they hoot!
Why it happens, when it does,
Can anyone explain the root??

Monica Chadha, July 2006

Mona Lisa

2006-06-26T01:41:00.000-07:00

This poem is dedicated to Leonardo Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa.

What if one day, Mona Lisa, whose smile has been enigmatic to the world, decided to come forward and tell her story.

May be she too had had a life of struggle and grief,
and like us her happiness too was brief.
May be the passing years had taken their toll,
and she was not such a charming face anymore.
What if she came forward to show her real face,
full of wrinkles and a look of despondence and no grace!
The painting would then surely lose its charm,
Causing to this world so much harm!!

Well, sometimes its better not to know…..

Painting On The Wall

There is a painting on my wall,
Which has been there forever,
I often would talk to it,
But it would reply never.

For millions of years,
The painting hung on the Wall,
Picture of a young girl,
Who held me once enthralled!

I was busy in my life when,
One day the painting spoke,
I stopped in my tracks,
And almost had a stroke!!

Why, it was such a pleasure,
When I spoke, and it replied,
It was almost a miracle,
And my joys multiplied!!

As I came closer I saw,
Her face was stricken with tears,
For all that she had lost,
In millions of years!!

The picture of the young girl,
Who laughed with gay abandon,
Had changed into a woman,
A portrait of melancholy and desolation!!

How I wished the painting,
Would go silent again,
I hated to see the anguish,
I hated to see her pain!!

Please go back and smile,
And just adorn my wall,
I’d rather have you dormant,
O Painting On The Wall!!

Those Beautiful Days

2006-06-20T06:21:00.000-07:00

Those Beautiful Days

Those good old days, so often we hear,
Everything is more charming from far than near,
Like the rainbow with its vibrant colours,
Even Moon from close, wouldn't be so dear.

The past was beautiful, no doubt about that,
Innocence of the childhood and adolescence days,
When love was all that coloured the horizon,
And laugh we could at our wayward ways!!

When we believed in our ideals, and the truth,
Believed in the world that build we could,
Those dreamy eyes, the mysterious smile,
And the bounce in the steps, in every mile.

The bitterest of truth we never did face,
Just be good was what we were told,
And all would eventually fall in place,
For so long that was all we did hold.

When suddenly it dawned on all of us,
Life can be unfair, life can be rough,
Just being so good is just not enough,
Your destiny can play the biggest bluff!

So all the dreams and all the aspirations,
All our hard work, all the perspiration,
Just wasted away, and the glory lost,
And how we have paid the heavy cost!!

Those beautiful days will not come back,
Their memory is all we have today,
To go on and hope it won't happen again,
The destiny will spare us any more pain!!

Monica Chadha, June 2006

Deep Blue Eyes

2006-06-05T04:54:00.000-07:00

Deep Blue Eyes

Those deep blue eyes,
Where my true happiness lies,
I seek them everywhere,
Ending up in despair.

I want to pluck you from my dreams,
And hold you very tight,
If only you could come back,
Everything would be alright!!

I loved you so deeply,
But little did I know,
What destiny had in store,
That soon you would have to go!!

The magnitude of my pain,
Is not bigger than yours, I know,
Knowing of the impending doom,
But never letting yourself go!!

How foolish I feel now,
That I let you humour me,
Knowing well what it all meant,
But hoping you could change destiny!!

Every moment of my remaining life,
I very much owe to you,
For I am sure she came to take me,
But you willed her to take you!!

If life could be lived once again,
Which I often surmise,
I want to drown over n over,
In those Deep Blue eyes !!

Monica Chadha, June 2006

THE SONG OF LIFE

2006-06-03T21:48:00.000-07:00

THE SONG OF LIFE

Life is like a song,

Sometimes short, sometimes long.

The melody can be sweet,

And sometimes hauntingly sad.

The orchestra can be huge,

But the singer is lone,

The music may be very soulful,

But for some its just a drone.

My song will never be over,

For I am a music lover,

The orchestra will play on,

Long after I am gone.

Some friends may remember,

The melody of my voice,

Wanting to hear again.

Alas, will have no choice.

But some will chose to forget,

Never thinking again,

Of the nightingale that sang and cried,

With pain in the heart, and much to regret!!