Bougainvilla Dreams.

Bougainvilla dreams.




Hey, friend

I am neither the dreaded gang or some unfaithful, old woman

I am just Me

A girl who wants to be helpful,

A girl who is simple and straight forward.

I cannot but feel angry

At the strange, mistrustful behaviour

At the calculating, unfriendly eyes

I hate it when you mistrust me

I am simply sincere and loving in my nature

Hey, guy, how are you mistrusting me

And turning your face away

I feel hurt

And I dont care if you are a man, a woman, or simply a person

If you dont care about me

But then I do care

Because I am

Sincere

I am not like the old calculating, double faced women that your very artificial world has aplenty

I am not uncaring

I hate it when in your thoughts you put me on the same level

I hate it, I hate it, I do hate it!

But then why should you care

You have only known me a fleeting moment

Dear,dear friend

Why should you care

In your cold and cold world

Why would there be a place for me

A simple, sincere friend!





A world where your heart cannot be open

A world where conspiracies abound

A world where false pretensions rule.

A world of hate and connivances

A world of treacherous deals

A world of dangerous liasons

A world of death and deciept



I simply cannot function

In such an atmosphere

In such a contaminated environment

I will choke and die simply

Because I am like a bird

I am the bird

That flies and chirps and tweets in my own backyard garden

Free, untainted,

Hopping from bough to bough

Singing from branch to branch

Happy, innocent,

Loving you always

In my bougainvilla dreams!
 
 

The poet Meherzaidi.

 

Sabz Shamein Kidhar Gayeen?

Woh sabz shamein kidhar gayeen hain
Woh zard subhein bikhar gayeen hain
Yeh kaali ratein sulag raheen hain
Tere hi kajal ke dhundhlakon mein
Yeh shehre yaran bujha huwa hai
Yuheen bhatakta chal raha hai
Yeh qafla-e-sarfaroshan halke halke
Woh sabz shamein kidhar gayeen
Jehan tu aur mein bethte the
Sehan mein kursiyaan lagake
Woh ek khushboodar poda
Rakha huwa tha, ajab tarhe se
Hamaree batein sun raha ho jaise 
Hamaree batein, giley naheen the
Na shikwa-e-naalan
Woh zindagi ka aghaaz ho raha tha
Haseen -o hairan
Muhabbaton ka safar shuru hua tha
Woh hanste chehre  damak rahe the
Muhabbaton ka safar shuru hua tha
Ajeeb meetha meetha nasha hua tha
Fareb deta, ghazab ka saaqi
Keh us ki aankho ki mey me behta
Muhabatton ka safar shuru hua tha
Woh mehki shamein
Sulag raheen theen
Muhabatton ka khumar lekar
Woh zard subhein kidhar gayeen
Ke jin ke aanchal mein ham the baithe
Samandaron ka hisaar lekar
Tere us aanchal ki purkashish si bahar lekar
Samandaron ka hisaar lekar
Woh sabz shamein, woh zard subhein
Chalee gayee hein.
Aur ab hain baithe yahan wahan par
Udaas, shabnami wadiyon mein
Bujhe, sulegte diyon ke saaye
Khamosh subhein, sulagte saye
Gali ki weeran seerhiyon par
Ummad rahe hain, sulag rahe hain
Tera, mera gham bhula rahe hain
Yeh jaam-e- surmageen ba khanjar
Dehek rahe hain, sulag rahe hein
Woh tere gham bhi
Woh mere gham bhi
Udaas shamein
Udaas chehre
Tu ab mera paas aa ke bethe
Yehee hai hasrat, yahee dua hai
Bas eik pal ke lamas ki pooja
Inteha hai,ibtida hai
Woh sabz shamein kidhar gayeen hain
Woh zard subhain bikhar gayeen hain. 

Translation:

Where have the twilight evenings gone?

O, where have the twilight evenings gone
O, where have dispersed the yellow mornings?
These dark nights, o, how they smoulder;
In the misty darkness of thine kohl-blackened eyes.

This city of loved ones
O, how it smoulders, fading,
Wandering aimlessly
This caravan of the martyrs of love
Slowly, slowly moves.

O, where have the twilight evenings gone
Whence you and I sat quietly
On the porch
On chairs that faced each other.
And that beautiful plant
Placed strangely besides us
As if listening to our conversation
Our conversations were not laments
Neither forlorn complaints
It was the beginning of our lives' journey
Beautiful with anticipatory promises
Love's journey starting anew

Our faces shining in love's bright glow
Love's journey starting anew
Those sweet scented evenings
Smouldering, simmering
Enlaced with love's heady potion.

O, where have the yellow mornings gone
In whose shade we sat
Between the enclosure of the seas
The spring of your scarve's blooming shade
between the enclosure of the seas
Those twilight evenings, those yellow mornings
They have gone!

And now we sit here and there
Sadly in dew-drenched valleys
Under the extinguishing, smouldering lamp lights' shades
Quiet mornings, smouldering shadows
On the abandoned stairs of the alley
Engulfing us, smouldering us
 Making your sorrows go away
Making mine sorrows go away
These pegs of love's sweet wine
Deceptively heady
But with a hidden sword's edge
Burning, smouldering
Those, your sorrows
Those, mine sorrows
Sad evenings
Sad faces
That you come and sit besides me
This, my desire
This, my prayer
That but a moment's touch of thine kiss
Is my worship object
The ultimate
The beginning
O, where have the twilight evenings gone
O, where have the yellow mornings dispersed.

Meherzaidi..The poet.

Of a Sweet Forlorn Kiss.

She dreams of the rose that was so red as he put it in her golden tresses
Sweet scented as his face brushed ever so slightly against them
Silky, shiny golden tresses
Her sweetest smile, enhanced like a bejewelled crown with her pearly white teeth
Betwixt her rosy pink lips,
Hiding her soft, sensous mouth
Inviting to the hidden treasures of her person.
Love, oh what a sweet word,
Formed in his mind,
Waking up in her young heart.
The melodious lark sings on the bougainvillae boughs
She is happy with the advent of spring
The dew drops shine  tremolously
On the fresh green grass
Velvety beneath their feet.

Love's forlorn kiss,
Anticipated anxiously
Will it happen,
She cannot breath almost
Eyes closed, 
Wondering 
And then it is time to wake up!