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Sunday, July 16, 2017

Mid of the night...!

Mid of the night
when decides
to finally liberate
the burning heart
melting through eyes

Mid of the night
when confirms
the humiliation
must end
crawling through cries

Mid of the night
when declares
the peace within
A journey to self
A flight to skies.....

~ Archana

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

....Like the Desert misses the Rain...!!

On a lonely road step by step
you were all set to speedup
the Train of your Dreams
Twinkles in eyes
Elation in thighs
and lungs were filled
with Hurricane
Every-time you reached there
just to confirm,
this was not the place
Where you did belong......
No, you never knew about the traps
No, you never knew the faulty gaps
Your moves were for water
but you ended up
as a Thirsty Wanderer
You knew now....
Mirage never quenches the thirst
just increases the intensity.
You collect your thirsty self
and walk again
like the Desert misses the Rain

~ Archana

Saturday, October 22, 2016

When stories don't end... !

When stories
don't end
neither do break
As if old leafs
refuse to shed
and new leafs
continue the chain....
of quivering thoughts....
A war of existence remain
to sustain the yearning
of burning hearts 

~ Archana

Picture Credits : Google Images

Monday, October 10, 2016

तेरा फितूर... !!!

तू आज भी अज़ीज़ है,
यूँ तो उम्र गुज़र गयी..
मेरी तिश्नगी की रहगुज़र
तेरे हाशिये में सिमट गयी

मेरे वजूद में तेरा फितूर है
मेरे अदब को तेरा गुरूर है
मेरी ख़ामख़ा की बंदिशें
तेरी सरहदों में मिट गयीं !


Saturday, October 8, 2016

Away not Apart !!

Minutes and for Hours
Most of the time
You are Away
yet not Far
Your impression
All over... ....
Your marks remain
on my Heart...

Weeks and for Months
You are away
but not Apart
Your rhythm
All over
Your beats remain
in my Heart !!!

~ Archana

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Dil hai Chota sa - Choti si Aasha....

 It was a cozy winter evening in Mount-Abu February 2011. I was heading towards the Sun-Set point to inhale the essence of the Mountains wrapped in chilled breeze and warm Sun-Shine. Oxymoron attracts me.
On the way I found this small girl lost in weaving colourful dreams in her curious eyes. When eyes speak we actually don't need words.
I stood still and kept watching her silently until she herself got distracted and smiled looking at me.

I warmly approached her and whispered in her ears "Dil hai Chota sa, Choti si Aasha - Aasmaano ko choone ki Aasha...Hai na?" (Small Heart with small Hopes...Hopes to touch the skies... isn't it?) and listening this she burst into the exuberant laughter followed by a non-stop smile.
Her giggles still echo in me and leave me smiling flawlessly.

~ Archana

Sunday, September 25, 2016


अँधेरा टिमटिमाने लगता है
स्मृतियों की लॉ में
और फूँक देता है जान
शमशान हो चुके वर्चस्व में
आओ भोर को अवकाश दे दें
चिताएँ आनंदित हैं
मृत्योपरांत जन्मदिवस पर 

~ अर्चना 

Photo Credit : Google Image