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 15:56 | 29/Aug/2008 | 19 Comment(s)
The Canvas

 


 

 


 

 

 


 

 

 

The Canvas

 

The painting is pulled down
Freed of the frame
Repaint, recreate a story
Put up on a fresh frame
 



The canvas is clogged
Will the amateur artist know?
Layers of lonely shades
How’ll the colors in contrast show?
 



Smear and smudge
The sob story is over
Young, smart strokes are here
Hope is hopping over



 



(Experimenting with Alliteration)



© Rakshita Verma
August 29, 2008

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 15:58 | 26/Aug/2008 | 15 Comment(s)
Worn Out…

 


 


Trousseau
Trampled with Stilettos
Half torn, half un-worn
Still tagged, some unsealed
Some tried, never borne





Trousseau
Lying in a Back-pack
Waiting, fretting
Some untouched, few unbuttoned
Adamant on moving






 






© Rakshita Verma
Aug 26th 2008

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 16:49 | 4/Aug/2008 | 24 Comment(s)
Jee Behlaane Ko...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Haathon ki lakeerein jod rahe they
Kadam milaate milaate
Tere saaye mein khoya mera saaya
Yun hi kareeb aate aate 


Phir ek baar teri nazron ne kaha
Jee behlaane ko ye khayaal achha hai 


 

Nazrein churaane mein
Jo lafz gir jaate hain aksar
Aaine mein bikharti hun
Unhe samet ke is baar 


Phir jhukti palkon ne bataaya
Jee behlaane ko ye bawaal achha hai 


 

Dooriyon mein bhi jo nazdeekiyan hain
Ye to na samajhta hai koi
Nazrein kise dhoondhti hain
Ye kaise jaan jaata hai har koi 


Phir tadapti aankhon ne poochha
Jee behlaane ko ye sawaal achha hai

 


 


© Rakshita Verma
August 4, 2008


 

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 16:04 | 26/Jun/2008 | 27 Comment(s)
Dreamy Eyes

 

 

 

Déjà vu was not new for Karan. He often dreamt of times that lay ahead. Or should I say his dreams came true. He didn’t know if they were messages from God for people around him or was it a blessing for him. But he often used the phrase; don’t dream too much, what if they come true. Nobody except people very close to him understood this.

 

As a kid no one paid heed to his words. But as he grew up, and more and more of his words started coming true, they started believing him. When perplexed, his family would talk to him and wait for him to take a decision.

 

His dreams always involved other people. And he used to wonder, why he doesn’t ever see himself in the dream. It was his decision which was initially against his elder brother and other members of the family to get his sister married to a very ordinary guy. In his dreams he saw this young man as a very influential person. And after a few months of this wedding, his brother-in-law left his job and started off a retail chain. This was a path-breaking one and soon he entered politics. He became both rich and influential.

 

He didn’t even let his father leave a will behind as he saw in his dreams that his elder brother’s wife was telling someone that Karan takes such good care of us, had we been living in different places we wouldn’t be able to survive. Since there was no will, his elder brother left the family business to start off on his own. So now Karan had to take care of the both the family and the business.

 

One saw a very beautiful girl in his dreams. There were twinkle in her eyes which matched the sparkle on her diamond ring and necklace. She was rich, beautiful and sitting on karan’s chair!

Contrary to her eyes, her face had a dull ex-pression. Her wait was over. She had a photo frame in her hand. It was Karan’s snap.

 

Tring! The alarm went. Karan got up and went on with his morning mechanically.

At his office, he was taking interviews. Almost all the candidates were good. Then the 5th one walked in. He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was the same girl he saw in his dreams. Only she looked much younger, prettier and wearing very ordinary clothes and no diamonds. But she did have a twinkle in her eyes, she was bubbling with energy. She had a drive to excel. She had seen quite a tough life and was willing to fight it out.

 

Karan recruited her. Her beauty and intelligence mesmerized him. And with each passing day, he discovered a new facet to her. The first time he took her for a meeting, her charm and flair wasn’t going to be wasted. Karan fell for her.

 

But something was wrong this time. She denied his proposal. His family got him married elsewhere. He just couldn’t decipher this one dream. She was sitting on his chair and looking at his photo. Then why did she say no. He mulled over it for very long. But thought may be since he saw himself this time, this dream wouldn’t come true.

 

Owing to her learning capabilities and charm, she became his right hand within 10 years. He wouldn’t take any decisions alone now. He had no time for his dreams. He was a family man.

 

He flew down to Delhi with her on a business trip. After a successful meeting they had dinner together and went to their respective rooms. That night he saw her sitting on his chair looking at Karan’s photo. There were twinkle in her eyes which matched the sparkle on her diamond ring and necklace. Contrary to her eyes, her face had a dull ex-pression. Her wait was over. Their lawyer walked in and read out Karan’s will – all his business and property goes to his elder brother.

 

Karan kept lying on the hotel bed with dreamy eyes that never opened again. 

 

 

© Rakshita Verma

June 26, 2008

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 16:40 | 11/Jun/2008 | 27 Comment(s)
Random Thoughts of Insanity

 



 


 


 

 

 

 

 


 


 


We want people to read our diaries… or we wouldn’t be writing them

 



We want people to read our minds… but we confuse them with words

 



Silence speaks… but we cut it in between for random conversations

 



We day-dream… but we are scared they might just come true

 



The obvious for you… is sitting on my blind spot

 



Like energy, love can neither be created nor destroyed… it can only be transformed from one kind to another and be transferred from one thing (read: person) to another…  

 



Can’t get more arbitrary than this… read the verse below

 



Random thoughts of insanity
Running across my mind
Like the breeze
Through my hair
As sand on a seashore
Slipping beneath my feet
Tucked them away,
Beneath the sand
The waves washed them away
Took them to the ocean…
To the land beyond…
To the clouds up above
So that one fine day
The rains bring them back
To the world, to me
I’ll be drenched with my own
Random thoughts of insanity
Running down my body
Not knowing this time
Where to tuck them away
The world will then spot
Random thoughts of insanity
Probably by then they
Wouldn’t be random
Wouldn’t be insane anymore…



 



 © Rakshita Verma
June 11, 2008

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 17:17 | 19/May/2008 | 42 Comment(s)
Kashmakash

 



 


 


 

 

Mere aasman mein aake dekho

Ye dharti ab bhi pyaasi hai


          


           Tere muskaan se jo aati hai

           Mitti ki saundhi khushboo hai


                     Shoonya mein kuch dhoondhti

                     Khoyi hui si meri rooh hai



 



Hain kuch raahein yahaan jo

Khud mein hi ghoom jaati hai



Jaati to seedhi hi hain magar

Phir bhi uljhi nazar aati hai



 



Khol diya kuch darwaazon ko

Chand deewar jahaan khade hue



Parde se chhan kar ab bhi dekho

Dil mein roshni aa rahi hai



 


Sunte nahin hain log aksar

Ye aankhein lagataar bolti hain



               Waqt nikaala tha tumne ek baar

              Ab bhi shishi mein woh band hai



 


Poore hosh mein hoon phir bhi

Halka suroor to zaroor hai



               Bheeg gayi hain palkein meri

               Phir bhi yun nami ki kami hai



 


Mere aasman mein aake dekho

Ye dharti ab bhi pyaasi hai



 



© Rakshita Verma
19th May 2008

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 20:23 | 23/Mar/2008 | 24 Comment(s)
Time...

 


The sun sets and rises
Amidst this grind
There are answers
That I do not find
Time has stolen
My peace of mind


The honest person
That I was once
Am seeking childhood
In its virtual absence
Time has stolen
My innocence  


My love nest is
Nothing but wilderness 
I have lots of energy
That I cannot harness
Time has stolen
My hopefulness  


From far off I get
A whiff of romance
It’s not apparent
But from your glance
Time is finally offering
A second chance 


 


© Rakshita Verma
23rd March, 2008

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 14:56 | 27/Feb/2008 | 51 Comment(s)
Colourful Life

 

Shades of red
Pangs of passion
Eyes darting across
Love, contempt, hatred 

 

 

Cries in green
From far and near
See them all around

Some honest, some mean

 

 

Hues in brown
Time stands still
Dry tears rolling
Away from a frown 

 

 

Shadows in pink
Walking away…
Scornful smile
Puts me on a brink  

 

 

Tinge of yellow
Spread across
Days and nights
And evenings mellow  

 

 

Pains in blue
Soft and killing
Dreams unbound
Some false, some true 

 

 

Colours of white
Shaded in black
Life is but grey
Shining bright

 



 © Rakshita Verma

27th February, 2008

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 16:08 | 19/Sep/2007 | 93 Comment(s)
Ghazal



 


 


 


 


 


Sab kuchh apne saath le aayi hun
Kuchh yun zindagi baant aayi hun 



Ek mutthi hansi, ek katra aansu
Ek naya chehra maang laayi hun 



Kuch tukde khayaalon ke samet ke
Har fikra se bekhayaal ho aayi hun  



Rishton ke tokre se is baar
Phir apna naam chhaant laayi hun 



Zameen se thokar kha ke main
Ab ek parat aasmaan laayi hun 



Ek dibbi bhar ke khushi se
Gham ka saaya laang aayi hun 



Sharm ki gathri ko chhod ke
Chehre ki surkhi sang laayi hun 



Kayi sapnon ko bhuja ke main
Sang apne naye armaan laayi hun 



Shama lekar baithi thi mushaayre mein
Nazmein apni kahin aur bhool aayi hun 



 



© Rakshita Verma
September 19, 2007

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 14:34 | 13/Sep/2007 | 3 Comment(s)
Looking for designers & copywriters

Hi All,


We are looking forward to hire designers (B'bay)  & copywriters (Delhi & B'bay) for web-based ads.

Exp: 1-4 years


If u know somebody, pls ask them to fwd me their CVs at rakshitav@rediff.co.in


Thnx a ton

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