Ending 2014!

It’s the last day of this year 2014 today, right now as I sit in office desperately waiting to go home, I thought might as well put my pen down for a while after posting these last two creations of 2014! 

Though I wrote them down a day back or two, when I post this right now, I have newer emotions attached to it. It’s strange how poetry can be so flexible to provide meaning to different situations in life and sound different every time you read it depending on the state you are in right now!

1st Oil Painting: My Moon & the Sun

जब दो रूहों के मुस्तक़बिल ,

एक लम्हे में मयस्सर होते हैं; 

ईमान बदलते हैं, 

मगर जज़्बात वही रहते हैं; 

मुकम्मल हों यूँ ख्वाहिशें, 

इबादत यही रहेगी हमेशा; 

थोड़ी न रोज़ाना 

कश्मकश के आयाम जानिब होते हैं! 

Glossary:

मुस्तक़बिल – Fate, fortunes

मयस्सर- Available

ईमान- Intentions

जज़्बात- Emotions

मुकम्मल- Successful

ख्वाहिशें- Desires

इबादत- Prayer

जानिब- Face to face

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ख़लिश न बसे  अश्क़ों में 

रश्क़ न हो लफ़्ज़ों में,

जब भी ज़िन्दगी मामूली सा भी मौका दे 

भींच लो दोनों हाथों से ,

क्योंकि, ख़लिश खता है, 

और इस खता का मुआवज़ा मुनासिब नहीं!  

Glossary:

ख़लिश - Regrets

रश्क़- Complaint

खता- Mistake

मुआवज़ा- Compensation

मुनासिब- Possible 

At the end, pasting my personal wishes to all those who kept reading and motivating me!! 

Oil on Paperboard- "Two of us" 

Have a great productive and arty year all of you! 

More Love, More celebrations, More Poetry, More Colors, More Emotions and therefore More Love...!!! 

- Kaveesha

Please help me remember how it felt like being in love!

I am out of it currently.

Love used to special, warm and most importantly, gave chills in my belly. Now, it’s more of a routine, comfort zone and doesn't give anything to my belly anymore.

As a confession note, I would say: it has annoyed the bejesus out of me.

There are days when I don’t care about the heart-balance but there are days when I do, and desperately want to remember how it felt like being in love? Because I faintly reminisce that when I used to be in love, it was certainly a warm feeling. Not everything around used to be annoying, I didn’t feel the need to meditate or distract to calm myself down. Expectations were not mortified and dates were not just digits or fruit but moments! Now that I am out of it, I want to call it a phase and stop worrying about it. I like to tell myself that this all mayhem will pass and I shall reunite with the belly-butterflies. But remotely, I don’t think that’s going to happen.

Maybe I have saturated, even tired, of having loved so much in so many years gone by. Maybe I just need some break or change or just a neutral phase in between my in-love and not-in-love phases! Maybe it’s the consistency of the same presence or just the very comfortable comfort zone.  I am not certain of the solution strategy but certain that I would like to feel it all again!

Because at the end, love should live - And that’s all that matters!

"इश्क बदलता रहे कोई हर्ज़ नहीं;
इस मुकाम पे आकर लगता है के शायद उसका जिंदा रहना ज्यादा ज़रूरी था!"