It’s so easy to talk the talk

For once try and walk the walk.. 

Wear their shoes and you will see

Neither failure nor success comes for free …

Your journey has taught you much no doubt 

But do listen to what their story is about …

Life is made of years of sacrifice 

And experiences have made them wise …
When you talk about yourself it’s nice

But at times it’s good to be quiet and absorb the site …

Silence does not make you any less of a person 

Silence can be a value and an appreciation reason..

(c) Bijal Mehta 


Incomplete you

Incomplete me 

Together let’s

Become We.. 

Embrace each other 

For no-one to see 

I discover you

You discover me…

Savour the skin

Under the sheets 

Lift me in your arms

Sweep me off my feet…

Kiss me tender 

Kiss me strong 

Let the lust last

Wild and long…

Worry not for what 

Tomorrow may not be 

For tonight it’s just 

You n’ me…

(c)  Bijal Mehta

Secret Rondevous

Remember that night when
some sighs we shared  ?

You ever so gentle
 And I ever so scared. .?

Quietly we caressed
 As our hearts secretly cared ?

You held me , I held you
As our heartbeats paired ?

Our bodies lay naked
And our souls we bared ?

In face of forbidden feelings
How reality glared

Yet in those moments of love
All else seemed mired ?

Remember that night when
some sighs we shared  ?

(C) Bijal Mehta
      May 2016

Beyond Ken..

And the desire

to pen something down,

Just gets too strong sometimes…

The worldly contours


crumble sometimes….

My “self”


too small sometimes…

And the self within

gets superior sometimes…

Different facets

of life

seem same sometimes…

And all  the same things

Seem different sometimes…

The odd and the even

All even out

at times…

And all that remains

is even sometimes…

(c) Bijal Mehta

Sheltered Emotions

Packed in the abode of my heart
are dreams and desires most important to me,
I yearn for a life of peace and happiness
a life where I’m truly free…

Have written a thousand words on this
read a hundred books,
The feelings inside but are just so strong
the storm is not as easy as it looks…

I yearn for love, for success
and for understanding,
I just need a special someone
who beside me will always be standing…

He may not be a friend
relative or even not my lover,
He just has to be someone
A listener, an inspirer…

I look for him in friends and family,
I seek inside me too,
Today, I search to see if I can find
An ounce of him in you…

So until I cover all distance
that’s keeping our souls apart,
I’d rather keep my dreams and desires
Packed in the abode of my heart… –

(c) Bijal Mehta
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These ruffles ….

the ruffled curtains..


Work in so many ways…

nestles for

emotions  Felt yet Unsaid..

Thoughts Awakened yet Awaiting..

Dreams.. Drenched in Desires..

Love.. Lost and Gained… partly..


These ruffles..

Hold me..

Hold my heart..

Hold us…


They hide (from)


From this piercing paradox..

of Practical and the Impracticable…


Let not the wind,  propel them

Let not the clouds, cajole them..



For I want to be

In these ruffles..

embraced… in you..

by you.. for you…

(c) Bijal Mehta

City of Angels (The Movie)

City of Angels
by Bijal Dwivedi Mehta

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There once was an angel,
who fell in love with a girl,
He wanted to make her happy,
to shower her with diamonds and pearls.
He knew nothing about the world,
and what life was like to live,
Until he saw her
and to her so much he wanted to give.
He had come to earth,
to take souls away,
She was a doctor,
trying to make them stay.
One day when a patient,
on the hospital bed died,
For the first time Seth,
saw a human cry.
Her tears to him,
were a surprise,
Yet they touched him somewhere,
deep deep inside.
He wanted to let her know,
to make her understand,
That souls never die,
but death is not in your hands.
He wanted to hold her close,
to shower her with care,
To take away her grief,
with the joy of life to share.
But she couldn’t see him,
in angels she didn’t believe,
There was nowhere else
he wanted to be,
her side he didn’t want to leave.
Magi wanted someone,
with whom she was same,
In love with Seth she was,
but not with the fantasy game.
They could be together;
the key word was sacrifice,
Never again would Seth,
sing with the sunset and sunrise.
He had to make a choice,
between love and eternity,
It was either Magi,
or the Angel City.
Seth chose love,
as he jumped down,
A human he became,
as he fell to the ground.
Finally they were one,
her touch he could feel,
All seemed magical,
but all of it was real.
None of them knew,
what was in store,
It was time for Magi to go,
death was at her door.
All they had together,
was just one day,
Until the angels came,
and took Magi away.
There was nothing Seth could do,
with fate he couldn’t fight,
Oh God after so much,
Why Did Magi have to die?(c)Bijal Mehta

Year 2000

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