Tu nazm banke sang chalna
Main shabd banke tujhme utaroon.
Shabdon ki dori banke tu, jehan mein utarna
Main bol banke tujhme samaoon.
Nazm jaise rag rag mein bas jaoon
Geet banke saavan jaise bahaaroon.
Tu sawal banke mujhe karna rubaru
Main jawab banke tujhme samet jaoon.
Tu raag jaise nazm ko tarashna
Main shringaar banke nazm shringaaroon.
Donon milke vaaky banayein
Har geet ko madhur sajayein.
Nazm ke bina feeka ho yeh jeevan
Ah bina kaise ho sangam.
Aao milke mitaayein jeevan se gham
Har pal nau rason se karke sansar ka beejan.
~Shruti
Dil ki baatein dil tak hi thi,
Ya phir meri baaton mein bhi uska dil tha?
Uske dil mein chhupa hua ek raaz tha,
Jo dil ki jagah naino ne bayan kar diya.
Uski aankhon mein ek kahani thi,
Jismein har lafz meri nishani thi.
Woh khamosh thi, par keh rahi thi bahut,
Uski chup bhi ek zubaani thi.
Uske chehre pe jo halki si jhalak thi,
Woh mere sawaalon ki chhuti kasak thi.
Jaise woh meri dhadkan ko sun rahi ho,
Jaise mere khwaabon ko chun rahi ho.
Meri baaton ka asar tha, ya sirf fizaa,
Uski har ada mein chhupa tha mazaa.
Par uski khamoshi mein chhupa ek darr tha,
Jaise woh khud se hi bekhabar tha.
Ab bhi sochta hoon, woh kya kehna chahti,
Kya uski nigaahein mujhe apna maanti?
Ya yeh sirf mera bharam tha, koi chhalawa,
Jismein main dooba, magar usne bachaya?
Kahani adhuri hai, na jaanoon main khud,
Kya uske dil ka safar tha yeh jud?
Par itna yakeen hai, woh ehsaas saccha tha,
Uski aankhon mein jhalka jo sapna tha.
~Shruti
The heart’s secrets stayed within, concealed,
Or did my words her emotions reveal?
A tale of whispers, unspoken, divine,
Yet her silent gaze crossed every line.
In her heart, a mystery lay untold,
A treasure of feelings, subtle yet bold.
Though words stayed hidden, quiet, shy,
Her eyes spoke volumes beneath the sky.
A glance so fleeting, yet deeply profound,
An unsaid story in her gaze I found.
Her heart’s whispers through her eyes did flow,
A silent rhythm only love could know.
What words could not, her eyes had said,
A language of love, where the heart was led.
The truth unveiled in a moment so fleeting,
Two souls in silence, secretly meeting.
So now I wonder, was it just me?
Or did her heart reflect what I could see?
In the realm of silence, love was confessed,
A story of hearts, forever blessed.
~Shruti
You are the dwelling in the hills so high,
And the riverbank where dreams lie.
The gentle breeze that whispers through,
The sea of memories deep and true.
You are the melody, pure and fine,
And the silence, peaceful and divine.
If I could wish to the skies so blue,
It’d be you the first, and again you too.
Again, and again, it’s always you.
~Shruti
Pahilyanda pahata kshani tula mi,
Kuthetari harvale…
Man tuzyat gahivarle…
Pratyek shwas bharavla,
Tu distach,
Majhya manatil pratyek disha unchavlya...
Vichar kela kadhi tuzyashi bolaycha,
Pan manatle bhav, kadhi jibhevarche shabd nahi tolayche…
Tu distach, mi lapayche…
Swatahla savarayche…
Vatayche kadhi konala kalal tar,
Ka mahiti swatahlya tyach kshani kase japayche...
Manala kase sambhalayche...
Shuddhshah, avaghe 5 varshe mi swatah la samjavat rahile...
Swatahsobat ekatech bolat rahile...
Aaj matra to divas ujadala…
Dhadas karun sangun takle…
Ho, mi tuzyat adakle...
Tu mala shabdashah faslach!
Ho, XYZ, tu mala faslach!!!
Tuzyat adakle mi!
Tuzya prem jalat mi guntle...
Guntvalas re tu mala...
~ Shruti
The day when soul and mind collaborates-
We would see a brighter sun.
The night when boss and employee collaborates-
We would see a full moon.
Closeness of the table and chair is unavoidable-
Since it has been so since decades.
This is something called collaberation.
They never ask -shall we collaborate??
Love is the inherited by mother-
Since she adorns her child.
The collaberation here is inevitable.
Love never asks - should i come??
- Shruti Abhishek Shetty