TO REVIVE

Rising from those inner urns

Memories on rise

Thoughts on churn

Carving the bold reality

The evil side

Painting the sensational

Animalistic side

They grab hold of flesh

The visions inside

They yell with blood

A lusty sight

Those nails are

Imbibed desires

To cut, to harm

That burning fire

 Wings have thorns attached

Power – no matched

Destruction, revenge

All bygone

Work on spirit

Full on

Meditation and destruction

Revived stupefaction

Amass amiss

Arise a kiss

Of poison

Of life

To survive

To revive

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

उसकी एक झलक

गुमनाम सी बस्ती की
प्यारी सी यादें
धुंधला सा चेहरा
नीली सी रातें
शाम की हवाएं
चुपके से आएं
वो बालों की खुशबू
वो धीमी सी आहें

हर सुबह वो खिला करती थी
हर शाम बालों से
सुर्ख जाम सा छलकती थी
छनछनाती पायलों में
वो थिरकती थी
बदन पर चांदनी सी साड़ी
मानो खुद नाचा करती थी

वो सुबह थी, शाम भी
वो ज़िन्दगी थी, आराम भी
रात की जगमगाहट
सुबह का गान थी
वो थी जीने का मतलब
जीवन का सम्मान थी
दुनिया उसे लाख मनाये
वो कहाँ किसी की सुनती थी
उसमें थी जीने की चाहत
वो हवा से बातें करती थी

पहाड़, नदी, समुन्द्र, रेत
यही सब उसके अपने थे
ढेर सारा पानी
ढेर साड़ी हवा
वही उसके घरोंदे थे
सपनों सा उसका जहां
वो सपनों में रहा करती थी
सच सपना है या सब अपना
व अक्सर सोचा करती थी

उसे नाचना पसंद था
बारिश में नहं पसंद था
वो गाती और खिलखिलाती थी
कभी कभी ख़ुशी सी
ज़ोर से चिल्लाती थी
उसे जानवर पसंद थे
नदिया नाले पसंद थे
वो थी सबसे अलग
गुमनाम बस्ती सी
उसकी एक झलक

Mystical Wanderer

I'll find my way

Broken dreams, Unknown ways

Strange lanes, scorching rays

Fountain of life

Amidst all strife

Mirage or hallucination

Creation or destination

I’ll reach there

I’ll find my way

Or if not

Then I’ll dig inside

Those closed thorny ways

But I’ll dig my way.

I’ll reach

To the other side.

I’ll win over

This demise

This is my world

Hills and valleys

Side by side

And i know the way

I’ve passed it besides

Long back with others

This is my time

A new me

A new test

I’ll still perform

I’ll give my best

Its a matter of pride

Kind of self – test

I’ll prove myself

To all the rest

But more than that

Its about me

I’ll do it

I know that

I’ll find my way

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

CELEBRATING CASTRATION

Celebrating castration
Of sense of desire
Suffocated imprisonment
Me, mine, my.
But i will come out
I’ll be stout
You pushed me inside
Nah! Your absence beside
But I’ll come out
I’ll be stout.

Through valleys and peaks
Sun’s heat, moony streaks
I’ll bear it all
But this is my present stall
This large open world
Inside – I lie curled.
In the depth of ocean
Upon cloud of platinum
But I’l come out
I’ ll be stout
You made me go on ride
Nah! Your absence beside
But I’ll come out
I’ll be stout

Mild tones of night
Sudden broken cries
Volcanic laughters
Insane giggles
Its all some malfunction
Some folly, some creation
But I’ll come out
I’ll be stout
You took emotions from inside
Nah! Your absence beside.
But I’ll come out.
I’ll be a stout.

Life is mine.
So is my smile.
Windows are for me.
Doors to be free.
But for some moments.
Its good to be lost.
Amidst halted tents.
To be the crowd.
Universal shroud.
But I’ll come out.
I’ll be stout.
You took me from inside.
Nah! Your absence beside.
But I will be Me some time
With you kept in closet aside.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

To live an entire life - तुझे याद रखेंगे

एक अरसा हुआ
तुमसे रु-ब-रु हुए
तुम्हे देखे तुम्हे छुए
पर ना जाने
ऐसा क्यों लगता है
जानने लगे हैं अब तुम्हे
सच सपना सा लगता है

Ever since I met you
I thought you were
someone better
those eyes
they said bitter
coated sweet long before
I saw something
I never realized
I don't wanna loose you now
the one I just saw
you were never mine
Truth is bitter
you were just a shine
I realized

बरसों बाद देखा
खुद को तुम्हारे साथ
बदन पर तेरा साया
कंधे पे मेरे तेरा हाथ
लगा क्या वो
सच में तुम थे
फिर देखा खुद को
हम भी कहाँ हम थे

I forgot myself
every moment, every talk
does it really makes me
 what I am
Do you know I
never knew that
I sat confused then
Who was I
Who am I
I want to know
Who I am
coz I am not the one
I saw beside

ये वक़्त किसके लिए है
शाम किसके लिए है
तू जीता या मैं
आखिरी जाम किसके लिए है
लहरों की चीख
सागर का शोर
किसके लिए है

All around when I see
I see what we loved
Being free
People crave to be free
all bounded, no spree
Its a show
I tell you
They never let you go
But O
You were the same
You too blamed
you too named.


रात के अंधेरों मैं
उजाला लगता है
तन्हाई के समुन्दर मैं
समां काल लगता है
इतरा कर उठते हैं
वीरान मीनारों मैं
दीवारों के झरोंखों मैं
एक साया सा लगता है

No one knows What it means
Those haunted sounds
Those Gothic walls
The pictures on windows
Those colored tones
They seem an irony
Demonic army

Here the music feels
a bit so high
Here the head so
buzzes by
It forgets all
It moves on
It wonders all dumb
What it feels?
How it feels?
It looses What comes by.
It moves
with music high!

अंधेरों में एक चीख सी उठती है
एक आह सी भरती है
धीमे से सिसकती है
एक साये की चमक
पर गुरूर सा करती है
खुद ही से गुफ्तगू
वो कुछ ऐसा करती है

You wanted something
You had it all
You got a license
to crash that stall
I couldn't believe
What you did
But now i know
What you did
How you did
So smart of you
But does it matter
What went through
I'm somewhere
So are you
But the feeling of your skin
blocked my head
The love the care
For you i had
On and on and on
On every trip, each dawn
It comes back
On and on and on

गुज़रते लम्हे
गुज़र जाने दिए
वक़्त के साथ हम चले
वक़्त को साथ लिए
बुलंदी पर आज भी
तुमको पुकारा करते हैं
वक़्त के ये रिश्ते
कैसे बनते हैं?
हर दिन, हर रात
नई सोच, नई बात
पर आज भी वो बात
अक्सर याद करते हैं
वक़्त से ये रिश्ते
कैसे बनते हैं?

Cosmic connections
Nature's fiction
You saw me
We tripped together
through rivers and seas
heat and shivers
Do you feel it now
We lived a life somehow
and then now
Its all new
somehow
New life without you
Yet you are
one in crew
Coz now I know you
The real you
I never knew.

जन्मों तक जाने
किसको प्यार करते थे
किसको समझते थे
खुद को किसके नाम करते थे
वक़्त ने ये क्या सिखाया
ये कैसा चेहरा
कैसा वक़्त दिखलाया

Do you feel it now?
What I meant to you?
I guess No.
Not that it matters.
Or maybe it does.
What happened
was really shrewd.
But that was required-
Only then i knew.
The real story.
The real you.

वक़्त ने बहुत सिखाया
तेरा इश्क़, तेरा साया
हाँ खाया हमने धोखा
वह दूसरा चेहरा
हमने नहीं देखा
पर खुश हैं
इश्क़ महसूस तो किया
दर्द क्या होता है
ये मालूम तो किया
खुद को खोया
वक़्त को धोया
पर ज़िन्दगी में सब
एक अपनी राह पर खोया

I loved, I lived
I died, I revived
Nothing else
would have helped
to live an entire life
in single shelf
Nothing else
would have give
What i felt.

और आज वो लम्हा है
जब नया जन्म लेना है
एक नए वक़्त के साथ
नया कदम लेना है
अलविदा मेरे दोस्त
तुझे याद रखेंगे
दिल के किसी कोने में
हमेशा आबाद रखेंगे
पर जिएंगे फिर हम
इस बार
फिर बनाएंगे नया पल
नया संसार .

                                                                                                                               
Surbhi Rohera

DARK SHE BECAME

Screaming on roadside
Was a child inside
I saw her getting afraid
Like a newly wed maid
She was scared of future
Present horrified her too
She screamed out of emotion
Finding herself – alone in crew
She looked for her mother
Like she always used to do
But there she was alone
One in large crew.

She giggled with pain
People amazed her too
The all seemed so distant
Close ones were hardly few
She loved that nature
With wings she once flew
But the wings were waxed
They melted before she knew
She shivered with nostalgia
That harsh wind’s blew
She loved to enter
The womb so blue
But the blue drowned her
Thrashing all new
It was thrashed and beaten
The spirit – once new.

She raised out of ocean
Like a mermaid so rude
Cats and snakes
Tempted her root
Dark she became
Dark – the new game.
Tiger like her claws
She glided without pause
Angry and calm
Elemental balm
The child still breathed
Happy or in wrath
Yet, she glided on
To kill an ancient yawn
On a dark moony night
She reached that child
And ate her all
With a peaceful growl
And lied on the peak
A moonlight’s streak
She played with energy
Stars’ strategy
There she revived
The child inside
And phoenix they became
Aaah! Cosmic game.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Love upsurge with sea

Crecent bleeding moon, cosmic night
On sea – shore – glimmering white
The waves were just for her, building castles.
Silver and black, without hastles.
She knew it all, somehow
That silver world, without chaos
She was once part of it
Ocean’s inside – she used to sit
There from shore, she saw it all
Her past, her present, her karmic stall
She wanted to merge with sea
All she wanted was to be free
Yet that conscience she wished to remain
Thoughts, memories, pains and gains
She knew it was only for her
The magical night with Jal’s spur
On every wave she wanted to ride
And reach her crystal castle so white
But then she was confused
Why once that castle she refused
What was the reason for her present state
Why she fabricated such fate
She had to learn something
Was it already learned
Or there was left - a thing
What about her family and friends?
Was she ready to leave them all
At last stall
She knew nothing
Yet had tears in her eyes
Those visions and her connection
To her was suffice
She surrendered to that divine
Standing on those moony beams
Shimmering on sandy wave paradise
And suddenly she felt empowered
Like a tigeress she stared
She was Jal’s beloved
Ecstatic and energetic
She was Moon’s girl
Fluorescent and majestic
She had that spirit still
Nature like – to thrill
Jal teased her only to be teased
They played without words
They mated at ease
She asked for a gift from Jal
A shell, pebble,statue
For that moment’s swirl
But Jal was at its peak
He wanted to play with moon’s streak
Waves brought sudden gifts
They dangled round her feet, they caressed
But they were all branches with leaves
Web like stems, watery reaves
She posed and pampered
Yet seaked a shell panthered
But no shell appeared
Yet her Jal steered
She knew it was planned
Moment was to be felt embalmed
A memory in substance – was not possible
In memory got imprinted – that ripple
That night was divine
Moon and sea like wine
Those shimmering moony waves
That goldish castle’s waves
She the earth craving for her moon
Her love upsurged with sea – in tune
Wavy music so electrified
She running with Jal by her side
It was orgasmic – the moment
 It was ecstatic – Jal’s scent.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Aaah! Devil woman! You don’t know what is it to be a man.

THE FRAGRANCE OF HER

As i reached the closed premise
I saw her lashes rise
The silken curls flowed till neck
That tiny red mark of peck
I said a Hi
She smiled by
That pull so strange
My mind reached another range
I asked something specific
Work related or terrific
It was difficult
Maintaining self – esteem
I had to seem indifferent
Yet feel her stream
So i appeared indifferent
But oh! That devil scent
It gave me yet another work
With her to again upstruck
I went again and asked
Something else coated classed
But her gaze – that was killer
Bit nervous – her eyes were thriller
That aroma from her neck
I wanted to take a peck
I reached close
Her i chose
For some random task
For her – it was a big task
She came closer to understand
Yet at distance she managed to stand
Aaah! Devil woman!
You don’t know what is it
to be a man.
Self control, self respect
And a woman’s impact
Simple mind all messed
Her skin pulling to be caressed
Or maybe
It was all illusions
Desires and wishes
All in fusions
But it was nice
The damp smell of her hair
It was orgasmic
 To simple stare.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

WHY AM I SCARED?

This is strange
This nervousness
Why am i scared?
And what for?
I’ll loose a job?
People may form opinion?
This may not be good?
Or i like being nervous now?
I was never such tamed.
Yet, i feel free
Just the timings and breaks.
Yet it is killing me.
This anxiety, i so despise.
This imprisonment, in one range.
No freedom, no wings
But a feeling estranged.
Is it self – built?
Or maybe I’m just new?
But, wasn’t I an extrovert?
Or, am i trying some change?
But, it feels good – being busy.
To just keep going – like in game.
No emotions wasted.
No boredom to switch game.
Its all happening
Around me – a stoic game.
Am i getting lived by?
But I am living every moment
This is strange.
But something is not right.
Something I can sense
Or maybe it’s an inner fear
Maybe, its just a new game
Taking it as a challange
Seems fit to win the game
But, am i the actual player?
Or a dummy with same name?
Aah! Social parameters
Lack of guidance
Fear of shame
But I was too careless
To care – how i was named
Am i being careful
Still not – mostly same
But a change is there
I can sense it – without any name
Yet that faith in cosmos
That takes me to different range
Each time i am done with
It switches the entire game
Living the moment seems perfect
Living the moment- My only domain.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

MULA ENERGY : MANY LIVES, MANY FATES

The cosmic energy
Flows through veins
The veins inside
Those on plains
It flows like water
And stores like ice
It melts like vapors
And spreads so nice

Its elemental by nature
In vibrant caricature
No shapes, no size
Its simply there – on rise
Its common and omnipresent
It is always on rent
Energy given, energy received
Life and Death – energetic lead.

The pebbles and river
Humans on shiver
Living and dead
Black also red
Same force, same life
Sleeping or alive
It reaches every cell
Every wave, each shell

Universal pattern
Numero’s Saturn
The dial of milky way
Sun flower’s round ray
Scales of snail
Sound on trail
Heat on rise
Pleasure and demise
All in a pattern
Universe or Saturn

Energy in each pore
Sound of rocks on shore
Snake like woman
Power of a pen
Seven rounds behind
Soul breathing in mind
From high to low it flows
From low to high it goes
In circles it rotates
Many lives, many fates.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

The instinct

Something is not correct
Despite of all my positive vibes
I can sense it
Like a burning pungent smell
From some dark unclean corner
I can sense it
The intensity of it
The hideousness
That poison kiss
And yet
It seems like a folly
Some intentional psyche
An insane rally
the vibes are not significant
yet they affect
like those grey marks on marble
after centuries of rest.
I try to cure it from inside
yet it breeds right beside
reason unknown
somewhere in dome
but the link still resides
past and present
side by side.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

IT KEEPS ON CHANGING

Its fascinating
How relationships change
Time runs, situations vary
People explore new range
Attraction and repulsion
Desire and compulsion
Its all about the angle
But the lines change too
They become circles, triangles
And metamorphoses go on
But you believe in your centre
You feel so still
You actually do
Like earth remains still
To see moon
And also sun
But then one fine day
You realize
that things around you
are no more same
The people and those feelings
They have all changed
That you now
no more like cotton candies
that your dreams
have also changed
so have your principles and aims
a moment so experienced
and life remains
no more the same.
It keeps on changing
Some slides
Their shocking ranges
You then try to hold on
To that 1st slide
You once had
But hte memory too
Gets some virus
Some images remain same
Some simply vanish
While some become stains
Slides keep moving
Meanwhile.
Yet that moment
Always comes by
When you try to watch it all
The moment it started
And every stall
You then work on its end
A fairy tale or real stand
Some master tool goes amiss
You can’t change the setting
Its all a risk
It keeps adding and deleting
Slides – not so fascinating
Some you try to delete
Some keep tapping your feet
Only change you can control
Is color contrast
And slides’ mode
Content remains an unknown mystery
Way of presentation
Makes you a history.

                                     
Written by - Mystical Wanderer

BUT THIS - I WILL CARRY

When I look into his eyes
There is a strange smile
At times they steal out
At times they glitter with joy
And all i wonder 
Is whats inside
Those mesmerizing eyes
That fake demise
And yet we giggle
Partially surprised
We keep it low
Every depth each height
What if it touches
The brink of moment
What if drops
The mystical surprise
Its good this curiosity
What if it passes by
No lets freeze it all
Come lets freeze the time
But its already frozen
Lets let it drop by
We will drink it all
Every drop each smile
And once that last drop
Will finish by
We will hold our hands
And say good bye
But this - i will carry
Ur mystic eyes
That hidden smile
That surprise.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

PYRO OF SENSATIONS

Pyro of sensations

Its strange these ecstatic sensations

They come with strange moods

Charismatic creations

Illusionary desires cross those barges

Flowing from brim they spread like branches

No root no stem

Abstract desires

Epiphonic melodies

Chords on fire

One gesture one glance

Emotions on prance

Imaginative hallucinations

unknown sensations

diverse directions

time in fractions

numerous dreams

versified  attractions

indeed it is a pyre of sensations

blood red and glowing

dark fascinations.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

ए खुद तू तनहा कैसे रहता है

वक़्त की आवाज़ हर वक़्त नहीं आती है
वो करती है आगाज़
ज़िन्दगी गुज़र जाती है
कशिश और दीदार
हर वक़्त बना रहता है
ए खुद तू तनहा
कैसे रहता है

जानते हैं तूने दुनिया बनायीं
बन्दे बनाये खुद्दारी जगाई
पर तू क्यों अकेला है
तेरा बनाया तो सारा मेला है
शायद मेले में
तुझे भी अकेला लगता है
शायद तेरा मन भीड़ में भी
तनहा ही लगता है

सुरभि  

BIRTH OF MOON GIRL

A round ball of magical trees...horses on an isolated land grazing wild...the ball had a charismatic pull.. it puĺled the nature goddess to her diva's home....she saw a round path passing around...calling her to her home that magic ground..where she turns wild - her naked most self!!leaving those homes of society on another shelf...
She stood at a height to feel that pull..dancing on trance with back to the source...and she faced home in the lap of nature...green stems on dead stems...blue and aquamarine those shaded of trees...

A big round of magic with shades of green...red and yellow spread like cream..the horses were running happily on grass land...land amidst mountains facing a valley...to the land went strips of fields and mud...next appeared those peaks all curled...
The sky came next doming the entire show... with fire in middle of snowy snow...orange and golden amidst blue sky... to fly and touch that sky so high..
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She saw it all and awed and wondered. Inside her head those tunnels on thunder...she was happy to be there so close to home..she missed her magic and him along. And she missed her mother - with shade of nature...she gazed that circle with love and hope...
Tiny butterflies beside brown thorns greeted her on heights...she saw those past sea blue eyes... a tiny palm holding her hand long back..putting that grass in her curls with hands...
She danced to her past and danced to the present. She danced to her future with love and wonder.and she decided to live the moment for now..she loved to dance in nature anyhow.
She danced and gave her horse a call..she knew it was for her that horse was stalled..she transformed to her wild self gradually...those wings and feathers and dark persona to wonder..black she chose all Gothic in tone..there her heart so pure cold stone...
She danced and danced and flew to the forests...there she found her way to rest...she reached her horses right on grasslands...snow white the horse in orange cosmic hand...sun was glowing to darkness all bright..those shades in red so crimson bright...
She caressed her horse along with dog...she merged with that silver fog...

Having met her horse she came and sat on the highest possible peak...there on top she sat all briefed...she closed her eyes and meditated for a while. There she saw a huge white bird so giant... they greeted each other and exchanged their wishes...

The bird then showed neon light powers...dance of glory, magical shower. the moon landed right on earth. in front of a peak so close to her. she saw its reflection in a pool below. she caused those ripples so smooth, so slow.

there they merged, the haloos of lights. there she became Moon-girl so bright. 

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

बूँद की फितरत है वो गिरती जाती है

इक बूँद जब निकलती है बादल से कभी
खुद को तनहा पाती है तभी
उछलते कूदते गाते सहमते
वो गिरती जाती है
गिरती जाती है
बादल की आवाज़
उसे हर जगह आती है

बादल पुकारता है
अपनी बूँद को
कहता है मत जा
कहीं दूर तू
पर बूँद चाह के भी
नहीं लौट पाती है
बूँद की फितरत है
वो गिरती जाती है

मुसीबतें काम नहीं है
गिरने में भी
ये बात बूँद भी जानती है
बादल की गोद की याद
उसे हर जगह आती है
पर बूँद की किस्मत है गिरना
ये बात वो जानती है
उसे ये सब है करना
वो बादल को समझाती है

बादल बूँद को कहता है
तू पथ्थर की बानी है
मेरी प्यारी बच्ची बूँद
तू क्यों ये सब चाहती है?

बर्फ से निकली ठंडी बूँद
गर्म हो जाती है
जैसे कोई आग
बूँद की बनी हो

वो छलकती देखती है
ये कैसी रीती है
गिरने में भी है मज़ा
ये दुनिया क्यों नहीं जानती है
पर सब कुछ गिरा तो
बूँद बूँद नहीं रहेगी
बादल में ही रही
तो बादल कैसे बनेगी

उसका मुकद्दर उसकी चाहत
गिरने के अलावा कुछ नहीं
गिरी नहीं तो ज़िन्दगी
का मतलब कुछ नहीं

हाँ इक दिन लौटना है
बादल से निकली उस बूँद को
फिर इक बार बादल बनना है
मगर मंज़िल अभी दूर है
और अभी है उसे गिरना
रो कर या हंस कर
उस दुनिया को समझना
दिक्ततें आएंगी ज़रूर
पर वो ही तो है परखना
बादल की याद के साथ
बादल तक पहुंचना

बादल सब समझता है
पर फिर भी कड़कड़ाता है
मेरी प्यारी बच्ची बूँद
ये कैसा नाता है
ये कैसा नाता है

-सुरभि रोहेरा 

RAIN IN MAH CITY

I can feel it,

The rain in mah city

That’s thousands of km away from here

I can smell the fresh muddy aroma

Of sand and lanes full of peer

I wish I was there

To jump in mah imaginary puddles

Of giggles and furry

Emotions and expressions

And feel life’s solid saddle

Its dead like

This strange feeling of immortality

Where nothing lives and nothing dies

Fie!! Material city

Practical people, sudden decisions

Plastic faces in affinity

Aah! I miss my homeland

My mother and my city.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer