Autumn leaves

Leaves like butterfly

Fluttering and dancing on the wind

Beside the lake, beneath the trees

Where children playing lost and find

Posing in the rays of the bright sun

They move silently to their own music

The exquisite folk dance left everyone

Gazing at their unparalleled magic

twisting and turning before touching the ground

waiting for the next gust to lift them to dance again

Backwards and forwards, round and round

The clouds made it perfect ending with showers of rain 

मेरी माँ

सबसे प्यारी है मेरी माँ
परियो की कहानियो की परी है मेरी माँ
चांदनी सी शीतल है मेरी माँ
मेरे अकेलेपन का साथ है मेरी माँ
जो मै हु तो उसकी वजह है मेरी माँ

एक दर्द है,एक मीत है
एक सुनहरा सपना, एक प्यारा सा गीत है

मेरी माँ की कहानी
कुछ उनकहे श्ब्दों सी है
कुछ उनकहे किस्सों सी है
फिर भी ना जाने क्यों सभी ने सुनी सी है

मेरी माँ
गोद में सुला कर लोरिया सुनती है
कभी राजा-रानी तो कभी अपनी कहानी बताती है
मेरी हर राह में फूल बिछाती है
मेरी हर छोटी सी खुसी में बागो सी खिल जाती है

हाथ थाम कर चलना सिखाया
मेरे सपनो के पंख लगा कर मुझे उड़ाया
चलते-चलते राहो में जब भी मै थक जाता हु
मेरी माँ क आँचल के छाँव को मै वहां पाता हु

मेरी हर गलती पे मुझे डांटा करती है
मेरे सहम जाने पर गले से लगाया करती है
सब दर्द भूल जाता हु जब माँ गले से लगाती है
सब बात सिख जाता हु जब माँ मुझे सिखाती है
खुद के दुखो को छुपाती है मेरे भी समेटना चाहती है
मेरे जीवन के आँगन में हर खुशियाँ भरना चाहती है

इन उलझे से रिस्तो में एक सुलझा रिस्ता दिखता है
इसीलिए तो छोटा बच्चा भी माँ का प्यार समझता है
मंदिर- मस्जिद क्यों जाऊ मै
जब हर भगवान मेरी माँ में दिखता है

इंसान ने धर्म और जात बनाये
फिर भी माँ को बाँट ना पाये
कितने ज्ञानी पंडित आये
फिर भी माँ के प्यार की भाषा समझ ना पाये

उसका प्यार दिखावा नही इसमें सब कुछ सच्चा है
माँ की ममता सबके लिए एक समान, वही प्यार की परिभाषा है
माँ की महिमा ना बता सकूंगा
सब्दो में ना बयां कर सकूंगा
अब भी थमने को जी नही चाहता
शायद मै माँ के बारे में कुछ और बताता

Sunset

Beautiful orange ball being swallowed

on the horizon to the red and orange hues

And the silent whispering wind followed

the path that’ll lead her to vast blues

 The gliding sparrows with stretched out wings

singing along their flight returning home

And there I was, with enchanted you

With whom my passion for life always grow strong

I look into your eyes

and I melt into a pool of your consciousness

Observing how light reflects off your hairs

and the smile containing beauty of reminiscence

Caress of the sun on our cheeks as it slowly fades

 into the gulf becomes a priceless memory

As our hearts beats in same rhythm

And with my hand in yours, we’re already writing our own story

Loneliness

Feelings of loneliness crept over me

So firm so rigid

My determinations and my beliefs seems

So fragile so timid

Staring at the reflection of my own

Wrapped in fakeness

How things turned up different from what I’ve known

Feeling betrayed by this strangeness

Thoughts never have known what to think

Eyes only got the choices either be closed or blink

Searhing for the means of living

And breathing unknowingly

No destination or the right path

Still walking continously

This silence itself’s so loud and clear

Not death, now it’s the life that I fear

Posted my 100th poem on allpoetry.com

It feel great to see the accomplishments of your own

here is mine http://allpoetry.com/poem/11866877-Her-beauty-by-lekhram

Her beauty

Strands of her hairs falling perfectly

With matching curious arched eyebrows

Smooth shy glint in  almond shaped eyes

Sparkling more than the ornament on her nose

Her lips like soft rose petals

Utterly curved to catch anybody's attention

Every feature of her face is special

As a slight look of her imparts it's possession

Her soul is the pristine blanket of fresh fallen snow

Any word written to describe her beauty, fall short, as I know

Live for the moments, you can’t put into words……..

Life is the spaces between the moments, like the moment you’re waiting for someone and the moment you finally see him and  like the moment when two people are close to touching and the moment when they finally are.

That’s where I was. In that small but infinite space, when she step out of the mysterious grey mist that covers the world in translucent veil like a pleasant surprise, smiling, delightfully chaotic.

 In that chilled morning when I was supposed to be in my bed wrapped in my quilt, I was standing there  & waiting for her. And before this pleasant surprise I had travelled a sleepless night in train, which left me on station right on time (unexpectedly !!!) and  I had to wait for 2 hours in that rustling cold wind bruising my face. For a moment I find myself idiotic,why I’m doing this!! Only place which seemed alive was the tea shop near the street’s corner, where few men were arguing about the fares of auto. I knew I had at least an hour to spend here so I have no option other than listening their universal talks like it’s too cold today and trains will be late today due to foggy weather. One thing which was a little less bitter than this cold was the tea or I should say boiled flavoured water without any taste.

But this was just the start of wonderful adventure yet to be unfold because just sitting beside her and talking to her is like surreal dream come true. While the winter breeze brushed her cheeks, pulling stray strands of hair away from her face and then leaving it all loose and curled, I see her smile curved at the corners of her lips and I cannot help smiling every time she smiles and laugh every time she laughs. We didn’t have to think about what to talk because we can say each other whatever crosses our mind, anytime.

Like always in the state of perpetual state of confusion and worried that someone might see her with me but never stopped talking. Like always she forgot which way to go and I was enjoying it all, her expressions with feeble smile. She didn’t knew where we’re going to spend whole day till I took the metro tickets and told her that we’re going to Akshardham, Delhi & she was happy to hear that, though she have been there couple of time before.

Each memory has soundtrack of it’s own and every moment with her is like the beautiful memory with thousands of melodies playing in background.

After a long process of checking & rechecking we finally entered in the Akshardham and the first thing we were looking for is the food court. And there comes the dilemma of what to order and between all those yes & no’s, if’s & but’s we finally ordered more than we wanted. Food courts are best places to observe the people & that’s what we did.

A middle class family who was having the most optimal and economical meal  & the school children so choosy with what and when they are going to spend the precious nickels given to them by their parents.

There are days

when you wish to moments to pass slow

& let this endless conversation flow

It doesn’t matter where ever you go

‘coz it’s gonna be the best as you already know

Based on Swaminarayan's life with the complex displays millennia of traditional Hindu and Indian culture, spirituality, and architecture, Akshardham is the best and cleanest monument. The featuring exhibitions have the  robotics and dioramas portraying the message about the importance of peace, harmony, humility, service to others and devotion to God. In the ambiance of spirituality we both never missed a chance of cracking a joke.

With keen observations, more then swaminarayan’s life we were more interested in sculptors, theirs expressions and the dresses and the counting the pigeons, parrots and crows in each scene. Nudging each other and whispering & smiling, we ourselves complete the world for each other. Many times she told me to concentrate on the screen and memorise it all  ‘coz she’ll ask me later about it. I was acting to be sleepy so that I can rest my head on her shoulder and whisper the random things crossing my mind.

While returning, a bit tired, we waited for the metro in which we could get seats but in Delhi it’s like the most ideal thing. Tiredness hovering her mind and her head resting on window corner, she slept like baby. Every time metro stops she opens her eyes for a while and smile and then again sleep. And I keep on looking at the girl with eyes like ocean reflecting the dreams she have and her hairs hung down in ringlets.

I saw her standing all alone and I knew she was perfect

From a distance I admired  the most beautiful soul in the world

Her presence was gracious & her body was elegant

World stops to see the smile of spirit, so transparent

I live for the moments when I look at someone and we both thinking about the same thing and then start laughing & that day we didn’t realise we’re making memories we just knew we’re having fun.

#HaPpYNewYeAr

It hardly matters if i write or not, here, as no one has interest in reading it. Still when the whole world celebrate the Jan 1st, Why not me !!


And about the resolution thing I'm taking an initiative or I can say challenging myself with 52 novels in 52 weeks of this year. I hope I'll be able to do this task in desciplined way.

BEST WISHES !!!!!

and don't forget to smile always because life is too short to wait for the right time. :)

My first song -- #nayisi baat

https://soundcloud.com/lekhram-meena/nayi-si-baat-hai

#placed TATApowerDDL

People says "Believe in yourself
& Success will find your way."

But what i know "Never quit day dreams,
 b'coz some days are meant to be your day"

Potrait of a lady

A beauty with smile, resplendent in grace,
such beautiful eyes, in a beautiful face.

Inevitable truth

Sometimes life is like an orchestral prelude

And the other time it is strangely subdued

 If you keep recalling how life used to be

 With a perspective how much it's worthy

And cling to a wish to feel it all again

 It'll never change and always remains the same

Will have to face the reality with all it's cruelty

As you're unaware and obscured with it's beauty

Once you raged upon the futility of all

Now can't control and the teardrops fall

But life goes on and once gone is gone

And you'll have to regret it if you keep waiting for an impossible dawn 

She is long gone

Her smiling face always fresh like morning

in the corridor, still I hear her voice singing

 In garden, I see her in flowers of tulips

 recalling the way she used to call me stupid 

Emotions erupting but i'm trying to swallow

and embracing her fluffy soft pillow 

whose core still secrets her scent 

lost in the memories that we spent 

now the doves are exhausted of mournful call 

but i'm still staring at pictures hanging on the wall 

she is long gone but i don't want to accept the fact

 because every single memory of her is still pure and intact

Still she smiles....

Her past has been trodden & broken

Could find the truth in a single word spoken

Living with the bitter & twisted lies

Still she smiles

Had lived a discriminated life

Always she was the one with limited choice

Have been trying to spring high like a tide

Still she smiles

Slowly her youth will slip away & trickle

Certainly she would be old with the wrinkles

Might even loose sight of her eyes

Still she smiles

Dare to dream & fly high in the sky

She is one i can call catcher in the rye

Though no one ever heard her silent cries

Still she smiles

Her sassiness is disguised by many

But she is happy with apricot dipped in honey

Scattered believes stops her to rise

Still she smiles

She might be an unfledged sparrow

Still she earned her pride & never borrow

With her soft hands ,you might not be surprised

Still she smiles

Leaving behind nights of terror and fears

She kept walking & swiping away all the tears

People wish to see bowed head and lowered eyes

Still she smiles