Hidden Curators

मैं आज रात भी जागा सा हूँ उन तारों के शामियाना सा हूँ अखेले बेदाग़ चाँदनी को खोजते हुए अमावस्या के चाँद सा ग़ुम हूँ क्या मैं आज भी पहले जैसा हूँ? हाँ कभी उन तारों से टूटा था और यूँ ही आसमान में ग़ुम सा था न ठिकाना था ना ही कोई इरादा सुनसान से आसमान में खोया सा था दूर जलता हुआ सूरज भी उम्मीद दे रहा था पर अब जागने का भी क्या फायदा था। अचानक से झटका लगा सब धुंधला सा हो गया आँखें भी खुली सी थी पर नज़रो का इंतेक़ाल हो गया मशरूफ़ नब्ज़ भी थम सी गयी थी धड़कने भी ग़ुम सी थी अपनों की चींखें भी थी और गैरों की हिदायतें भी कोई मुंतजिर बने हुए था कोई मुंतज़िर बनने को था अब जागने का भी क्या फायदा  जब अपनो ने ही गैरों की तरह छोड़ा था। ख्वाब जो पिरोये थे आज टूट के बिखर से गए तारों से सजे शामियानों में वो कुछ रूठ से गए मनाना भी था तो किसे मनाए ऐ खुदा वो तो आसमान में उड़ा के कटी पतंग सा छोड़ से गए। ~प्रफुल्ल माहेश्वरी

Soon the sky was covered With duvets of stars, flickering out of clouds And the gleaming moonlight Halt to calm bright sunlight The birds high, Surfing the ocean of clouds Turns back to shore On the trunk of oak. The diminished lamps  along the avenues Enlighten with faith to overcome The darkness of darkest night. And there along the same street Were the lonely hearts Pumping the oxygenated blood Tasteless of love. Few of them were broken While few were on its verge They wish to stay in dark Where inebriation is a urge Who are they without their name? It's nothing, just a game of fame Whosoever will survive from dusk to dawn, Will own the heart and the crown. Soon the bizzare sun will rise Fading the miniatures stars The devil mind will laugh Over the helpless sinking hearts... ~Praful Maheshwari

Whatever it takes - Spend it be it a box of happiness that you stored deep into your soul, take it out and spend it. Life has no destination, except Death. When you will lay as corpse with the ECG curves on monitor and the pierced needles connected to huge vessel hanged on stand while your face will remain still gazing at the ceiling fan blades running around the motor and the helplessness of blade to feel the center of fan will Renaissance you for the days when you were running for happiness while the real happiness was inside you. You didn't scrounge yourself but you searched for others for that happiness. Life isn't still, it's like sine and cosine curves that varies from one region to another sometimes rising high and exaggerating your dreams while sometime it will throw you down and shatter you to begin a new journey. The more you will fall down the more capabilities you will learn and mistakes you committed will let you dive to depth of success The clock of life w...

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

I fly like a leaf In the dusk of barren autumn Detached and unmatched From the greens of valleys And at the hilltop I was falling down Where the air sings me a song And my clashings with words Claps in a way Like strings of guitar strummed Or the air finding it's way out of flute Illuminating out melodious tone And with every beat of drum Dead Heart rejoiced. I was still flying above the ground And Waving my tail, To thrust myself up and To keep myself in illusion That ground is far below And I am on seventh sky Waving through rainbow Hiding in silhouette of clouds. Suddenly, The breeze left me, Alone, above and high. The gravity started kissing the dead me And with its affection I was soon on ground I was weeping in pain While the layers of soil covered my wounds And I was buried and killed by gravity Looking through new palace of earth I wasn't the only whore of gravity There were thousands like me Buried deep and dead With desires to escape ...