[ This post is in hindi. English translation might be done some time later]
raat ki kalikh nikli nahi thi poori tarah asmaan se, ki subah apni gulabi rath par savaar nikal padi sunehri kirne baantne .. Is sharmaate hue asmaan se main bhala kaunsa rang chura paati .. Aage badhi to paaon tale peele bhoore patte pukarte hue lage. Main muskai aur kuch ko pyaar se utha kar hawa me chod diya. Wapis is udaan ki khushi unse jyaada shayad neeche pade patton ko hui thi, aisa laga mujhe .. In patton se main kya rang maangti jo khud hi apna rang khoye baithe the.. Laal foolon ka apna adda tha aur neele phool har rah ko mehkaate. kuch peele phool pattos se jhad kar mandir me le jaane ka intezaar kar rahe the aur kuch gulabi phool meri muskaan ki wajah ban gaye ,, un rangeen phoolon se mujhe kya mil jaata ,,
Main ek safed phool ki jhalak dil me basaaye laut aai ….
“Do you know what you mean to me?”
“I do not have to ! Do I ?”
“So you know i assume”
“Yes and No”
“Its magic babes. I may not know, but I also do not need to know”
“But I want to say”
“you are my smile”
“Keep me close then”
And then we smiled.
Dedicated to a dear friend FL !
submitted to G-Man’s Friday flash55
Hurried footsteps outside my door wake me up.
Every one was gathered around her bed,waiting for don’t know what.
I inched closer for a better look – finally understanding the looks on other faces.
I smiled, gathered a chair and sat with the rest – She sure looked like an angel while sleeping.
Written for G-Man’s Friday Flash 55
never felt,it was first time;
‘Cause you have always been
special in my life;
its no short of a miracle,
how we can make even tear smiles.
Written as a part of “A river of Stones”
It is a celebration when robust people rejoice, drink, feast, Charming men flirt, Pretty girls blush, kids play noisy games and the old smile at all.
She touches them all;dancing from one face to another.
Except the kids – they do not need fake smiles, they laugh heartily at every one.
Prompted @ 3WW , Submitted also to Friday Flash55