ना रिश्ता ही रहा है
मिलने की ना कोई उम्मीद बची
पर दिल फिर भी एक आस पे अड़ा है
छवि भी धुंधला चुकी
आवाज़ भूली सी जा रही
दर्द पर भी क़ाबू पा लिया
पर ज़ख्म आज भी हरा है
दिन गुज़रते हैं मशरूफ़ियत में
रातें भी निकल जाती हैं
पर तेरे हिस्से वाला वो एक पल
आज भी तन्हा सा ही गुज़रा है
©️ Renu Vyas
Ink on paper, oh what a sight
A dance of words, black on white
From quill to pen, the strokes remain
A tale of joy, or one of pain
The ink flows freely, without a care
Creating worlds, beyond compare
The poet's heart, the writer's soul
Their passions on the page unroll
A canvas blank, now full of life
A tale begun, a story rife
A symphony of words and thought
Emotions written, beautifully caught
Ink on paper, a story to tell
A beautiful journey, a magical spell
Copyright Renu Vyas
In fields of blood and endless strife
The perils of war are plain in sight
As sons and daughters lose their life
And homes are ravaged by the fight
The bombs they fall like deadly rain
As men and women feel the pain
The smoke and fire engulf the land
And innocents struggle to understand
The cries of anguish fill the air
As families mourn in deep despair
Children grow up with loved ones lost
Their innocence forever crossed
In every shattered town and street
Countless lives are left to bleed
The perils of war are all around
As nations fight to gain more ground
So let us pray for peace to reign
For only then can happiness we attain
And put an end to war's cruel game
The hope for a better world to claim.
Copyright Renu Vyas.
Unposted letters
Unsent words
Emotions locked up
Like caged birds.
Thoughts and feelings
Never expressed
Secrets kept hidden
Never confessed.
Unposted letters
Filled with love and pain
Tears of anguish
That leave a stain.
Feelings that linger
Deep inside
However much I try
They cannot be denied.
Unposted letters
Kept in the heart
A love that cannot
Be torn apart
A tale untold
Sealed with a kiss
A message not sent
A love that persists
Copyright Renu Vyas.
On the park bench, they sit alone
An old couple, weathered and forlorn
They think of how the years went by
And remember all the goodbyes with a sigh
The children they've raised, have grown and gone
And now they must face each new dawn
With nothing but memories of days gone by
And the love that keeps them from asking why
They sit together, holding hands
Watching the world pass by, like grains of sand
No words are spoken, none need to be said
Their love speaks volumes, in their hearts it is spread
The park is their haven, a place of peace
Where they can escape and find release
From the lonely life they lead at home
And the silence that fills it, like a tomb
They sit on the bench, watching the sun
As it slowly sets, when the day is done
And as they rise, to leave the park
Their love still shines, like a bright, spark
For though they may be old and grey
Their love is constant never fading away
And as they walk hand in hand each day
They know that in each other’s heart they will always stay
Copyright Renu Vyas.
