Shristi...a creation

For Riza,

Somber sound of delightful voice,
Of pain that pretends a joy,
When thoughts gaze deep down your soul,
It reverberates a thump that chokes a smile,
And escapes mortal confusion and joy,
Crumbling an existence on which we stand,
Casting an elusive ma-gical spell,
Stirring melancholy in the holy grail!

Pour that in a cup so small,
And drink it in a gulp of ‘gust,
Then the world falls to order,
With no chaos, violence and rage,
Save juvenile words that comes from a mouth,
On longing a presence, those eyes then cry,
With restlessness to a million time,
Repenting the deed, tears fail to weep,

As standing alone, you look around,
See what you’ve done…what you’ve wished,
A shadow then merges with it in joy,
Never leaving until worlds die!