Could we make a Last call?

Could we make a last call
And talk for hours and recall
All the moments we decorated with joy
And that night where a girl fall for a boy...

I know this won't work anymore
But what my heart Cries is you
I have waited for you soo long
Unaware of all expectations that went wrong

A last call is all I wish
To tell you how were my days
When you were with me
And to tell you how are my days
When you are away

I wish to tell you
About the barren nights
That you garnished with florals
And those nights that went
Sobbing into the dark rooms which scares me the most

I wish to call you back to the world,
That we both decorated with joyful moments
To the world, where you felt safe from the people
And the world, where I was happy....
Since that won't work
All my wishes vanished with the last call and the day you told that "This won't go anymore"......

~Praful Maheshwari

The girl i met on train

She wasn't the only pretty girl I had ever seen. And no doubt she was too pretty than others. Her dark eyes loaded with purple shades drowning into greens. While small nose with big tip ends around her big cheeks creating dimple when she smiles. All around her, red glossy perfect lips she wore on face turning down. Her dense hair were curly a bit, pleated down in a pony tail binded by round pearls in an elastic. The peacocks feather shaped earrings curated with metal painted bronze and beneath it connected eight pearls, smaller than that of hair ribbon she tied. The earring hanging down her ears gleamed her beauty letting the taste of moonlight fail. The curls escaping from her forehead, hiding imperfections of her face. Down her face over neck she wore a garland of black beads woven down in thread to which a pink butterfly is attached symbolises her beauty. Like all girls pink seems her favorite too. The top she wears was alluring and around the arms of which pearls are stitched

जब राज़ हो दिल में गहरा हर ज़ख्म पे यादों का पहरा जब मंज़िल ने भी मुंह फेरा यारों ने भी आशियाना छोड़ा। जब आसूं भी बह ना पाए नज़रों को भी मिला ने पाए जब लफ़्ज़ों ने भी ज़बान ना हो कम्बख़त इश्क़ भी अब साथ ना हो। बस हंसी भी ख़ामोश रहे हर दिन में रात ढले मन में कुछ बवंडर सा है अपना जो था आज़ पराया सा हैं। -Praful Maheshwari

Drowning Planet

Future with my eyes would look like salt in tea Everything would be destroyed up From the flora to the fauna From draught city to drowning island And from bizzare garbage hill to clogged drainages We are just preparing death for us Soon the blue sky will be covered by black of smoke And the pretty faces will hide themselves under the masks Oxygen cylinder price will hike up And diesel will no longer last The fossils would be extinct for next generation Their childhood will no longer exists in parks Then there is technology, a sweet poison Like sugar to diabetes and drug to druggist. The farmers woulf cry out loud Due to crop failure Humans will agonize due to water scarcity. ~Praful Maheshwari

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