Asian Literary Society

काल हर किसी को लाजवाब रखता है अपनी मुट्ठी में सबका हिसाब रखता है तिनका फ़िज़ूल पड़ा मत समझना उसे माहताब कहीं कहीं आफ़ताब रखता है सुहाने सपनों का दौर हो या चुभन का  इब्तिदा से काँटे संग गुलाब रखता है बेख़बर हो जाते हैं दौलत के मतवाले सिकंदर के लिए भी जवाब रखता है नहीं बख्शेगा विधाता मासूमियत देख कौन पल अच्छा कौन ख़राब रखता है नेकी कर तो उसे दरिया में डालते चल अजूबा क़िस्म का वो किताब रखता है अश्कों के धार को समन्दर मत समझना ऐसे दरिया सा लाखों तालाब रखता है जिसको अल्लाह ही रखे उसे कौन चखे हिफ़ाज़त में तो फिर अजाब रखता है कहीं चाँदनी कहीं बेनूर दीवाली लगती इंसा आस में टूटा हुआ ख़्वाब रखता है इतना यक़ीं कर ले ये काल का चक्र है किसी की राह कभी नहीं ख़राब रखता है अब तक तो जाना जो आया सो जाएगा मिट्टी के खिलौने में कुछ देर ताब रखता है दुनिया के आगे और भी हैं दुनिया यारों वो सबका मालिक क्या नायाब रखता है

A crop of desires go on inditing an inexplicable alibi From a distant dreamy land emanates a silent melody The symphony of dreams leave all spellbound and thrilled No more ululation, a sheer jubilation in the world of dreams A string of passion wrought, the dreams much sought An instrument of ecstatic muse provides food for thought A great exultant joy overthrows stinging illusions When realms of dreams laced with sweet emotions My colourful dreams are hidden splendors to connoisseurs Dawning a gleaming day with greater degrees of grandeur Dreaming big in all, in fact, a chasing victory One dwells in dazzling stars if desires accompany From this chaotic world, dream is an escape In the squall shattered night, a still castle in skyscape My colourful dream has myriad avenues and idyllic rooms Free from mundane hassles there I can seamlessly roam

My colourful dream ~Shad(e)y Dreams Gliding and glissading along tinted realms unknown,  Each night by myriad dreams, eyelids prone to get blown.  Some never leave the memory for long,  Others slide away sooner than dew at dawn.  Struggle to recall once awake at morn,  Chase it, but vaguely it escapes with a yawn.  Right when in the kitchen amidst work,  A quirky feel like floating in a cirque.  The smokescreen of hues slides in, glossy and tactile,  Amber was prominent or is lemony lime agile?  Read in college what dreams interpret by their spectral colour,  Oneirology was not chosen but came along as Minor.  Coming back, next came favourite fuchsia with its welcoming change,  Azure too brought in wisdom into my brain's range.  Nights a many when silvery stygian sent shivers down my spine,  A deep dive into the unconscious to understand better, this self of mine.  Beige be...

My heart is heavy, The air is still, in it the scent of the English ivy. I cannot sleep, my mind's a frenzy, I know not what 'morrow shall bring, In the dark recesses, lies a secret untold, Threatening to break free, the past unfold, I feel a flutter, a brewing unease, I toss, I turn, I freeze. Not a sign of life or calming breeze, Weariness creeps, it stifles, I cannot breathe, A drunken stupor, trance. 'Peace' - must I lease? My eye-lids close, my troubles cease... Sweeping fields before me lie; tulips- violet, burgundy, cream, and white, Amidst them, yellow silks, red bindi, your face soft; a heavenly sight Stray tendrils, caress your cheek; calm me down; a sea-breeze in the night, Kohl lined ebony eyes smile, "It's going to be alright." Stay! Don't leave... my eyes shut tight Alas! It's gone...and takes you too; the morning light. Golden rays echo your words; a bright new morn, Blue skies, green grass, the flowers, and bir...

“Those who dream the most, do the most!” I grew up reading these words everyday on the poster that hung on my room’s wall. When I was a child, I couldn’t comprehend the wisdom of those words with as much depth as I do today. My father would say, “Don’t waste your time dreaming, do something! Act!” So I filled my life with action and activity. One day my uncle, who had a successful career and whom I held in great reverence happened to glance at my wall. He immediately opined, “Always remember this, beta ! You can achieve great heights only if you have great dreams. If your dreams are big, your vision will be big and therefore your efforts and actions to transform your vision into reality will also be immense to commensurate with your vision, your dreams!” Those words were inscribed on my mind that day. I apprehended that the key to achieving success and happiness lies in the courage to dream success and ecstasy. I realized that my dreams and my passion would driv...

There are seven colours in the rainbow, there may be many more in the universe which the human eye cannot see, as yet. How wonderful would it be to be able to appreciate all the tones, shades, tints of colours known and unknown! Not only will our physical vision field widen, but it will impact us mentally and spiritually too! We shall discover worlds within worlds, and that knowledge will be at once so humbling and uplifting for our souls! I would like to share this colourful dream with all the children of the world. I would love them to unleash their creativity and ingenuity to make this world a vibrant, colourful, cheerful, happy and secure place for all living beings! My colourful dream would inspire them to make a Heaven on Earth, where peace, friendship, love, and joy are shared and cherished in abundance. There shall be no strife, no wars, no hunger, no tears, enough food, clothing, and shelter for everyone.

Walk with me upon the variegated pathways of utopia So to behold the rangeless spectrum of smiling rainbow Look beyond your squinted myopia and webs of phobia  Into the seventh heaven where colourful dreams glow.  Can you feel crystal ambience clad in unalloyed purity Where herein faith marries hope in a blissful perfection? Can you visualize such radiant shades wrapped in beauty Where our souls are enchanted to compelling admiration? I see a hue of scarlet blended in the frigidity of maroon Such spell of lust rained on me like passion never to heal I see jets of dark guilt and depression, such gluey cocoon One too many bouts of extremism with which I can't deal. Alas, therein lies some magical bowels of dark blue liquid  Trickling like a solitary tear but of superstitions so dark And fearful with a flurry of perturbations to make fervid  Our philosophies and ideologies, whether white or black.  The frightful countenance of fear in a red col...