Hurting sharpnel

Some pictures,

wrapped in shawls of time

went on saying me something again.

Wounded my heart coldly;

and then put an ointment also

- to finally burying the longing it had once

What intriguing was that enigma;

one, which baffled me to leave it.

Heard someone have resolved it later on;

And I've absorbed this atrocity of life too.

Now only hurting shrapnel are left inside heart

- the last relic of my beloved’s heart!

Who I adored is not the holy God;

Or my myriads prayers are undeserving?

So this is how you didn’t ruffle yourself;

And we did never reunite;

I fear waste of my desolate life,

While musing over this thought.

Countless times I described it;

This entire world knows the solemnity of this.

But who knows lovely fort of love

had long before devastated!

And all the broken bricks,

are weighing heavily on my shoulders.

Vo Nadaan Parinda

Us nadan ne aaj akhiri baar mujhko rula diya,
na vapis khincha na khud vapis aney ka vada kiya.
Socha tha beinteha jindagi dega saath vo mera,
par meri nadangi ko, us nadan ne daga diya.

Mere sang thodi der hi sahi, par uda toh tha vo,
mere chaney ko bhi kuch der toh ruka tha vo.
Par manjilein dono ki, doorayan ban ke aa gai
na samjha dono ne kab alag dayron mein vo simta gai.

Tha hava mein khelta, rahrawaa-e tamannaa tha vo,
Main na pehchaan paya ke dhun mein apni diwana tha vo
uski manshaon ne mere dil ko aaj bujha-bujha kiya,
us nadaan ne aaj akhiri baar mujhko rula diya.

Sweet Lullaby

Sad lullaby of mine,
Go and touch the hands of my beloved.
And whisper love in her ears,
Touch her forehead- affectionately,
Tell her I am up and striving not to be sad.
Oh sad lullaby!
I am suffocated by loneliness,
As she is resting in new laps.
I hate blaspheming her selfishness,
even if new hands are gracing her hair.
And to my darling-
I am no more needed.
So sweet, sad lullaby,
Love me tonight, love me stark.
Cover my eyes, as I fear this dark.
Because I know, you are true;
You will need your lover forever,
And you are not here to depart.
Sigh your honey song, Make me sleep
Before, I burn all my worldly creeds.

Distinctly yours,
Paramveer Saini

my unrequited love

Finally a tear has been fallen on my desk,

Over the book, accounting our love.

A desire was there to meet you once again,

Fancy for hurting myself, one more time-

with only the ignorance of yours, to regain.

Still let me close the paperback,

To lay over, my tranquil head.

Your voice being penetrated through my ears,

Oh my beloved! Yet it is the ultimate respite-

to hear my core, soothing all my fears.

Now I am alone in our love-lorn library,

But It’s not so long when I stopped loving you,

So, come! Whisper the charming lullaby in my ears,

Again, I want to sleep under the shades of my dear.

Distinctly yours,

Paramveer Saini

01-11-2011

i would have come back

Green would have yielded on drought,
if some blood had sweated out.
I would have come back to you,
once if you had called from your spirit.

Heart is not meant for breakage,
but some corner still feels hurt.
No tear comes outside eyes,
but still there is throat puree.
Neither sky no earth was for me,
couldn’t you try beneath me in heart.
I would have come back to you,
once if you had called from your spirit.


Immature sea got gloomy waves,
got lost somewhere Helm of mine.
The more I come closer to you,
distances were more and more grown.
We would have taken hold on the waves,
if I had gotten a seat on your boat.
I would have come back to you,
once if you had called from your spirit.

Then I will return in the spring,
green waves will be out again.
But where I get that buddy at moment,
which will come after you in my square?
Spring would not have transpired the autumn,
if gardener had not cheated me.
I would have come back to you,
once if you had called from your spirit.

PARAMVEER SAINI

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