Ek Roz Ki Kahani

Ek roz ankh khuli to

Suraj ki chamak mai ek andhera sa paya

Hawa ko berukha sa paya

Chidya ki chehchahat ko chhekhon sa paya

Ek roz ankh khuli to khud ko akela sa paya! 

Tumhare uss har wade mai chuppe fareb ko paya

Tumhari ankhon mai khoj k bhi sachhai ko na paya

Tumhare dhokhe ki nishaani ko nasoor sa paya

Ek roz ankh khuli to khud ko akela sa paya!

“Hogi koi uski bhi majboori” –  khud ko smjhaya

Toote dil ka dard na chehre pe dikhaya

Ankhon mai nami par hoton ko muskurate huye paya

Ek roz ankh khuli to khud ko akela sa paya!

Dukh mujhe tumhe khone ka nahi aya

Taras to mujhe apne bikharte bharose pe aya

Tum to chaldiye aage, mera ek dafa bhi dhyaan na aya

Par mere maine fir kabhi bhi khud mai pyaar ko na paya

Ek roz ankh khuli to khud ko akela sa paya! 

 

 

 

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The song of Dawn

Let’s meet at the break of dawn!
When the day and night romance as I wish we did! When the world is asleep but we can be awake, gazing at each other!

Let’s meet at the break of dawn! When the moon’s love for sun is as pure as mine for you! When the darkness welcomes light with open arms as I wish you do!

Let’s meet at the break of dawn! When I could just be me, as the sky does. And touch you as the mountains touch the sky! When there could exist a world, where you can love me as I love you!

Let’s meet at the break of dawn

The Autumn of Life

Don’t you love self-destruction. Like you love the Autumn.

Everything falling apart and yet it is a beautiful sight.

And unlike autumn, we do it everyday. 

To put yourself to pain until it gets numb. 

To feel the pain of something so much that nothing else can compete it. 

There is a happiness, a sense of satisfaction to hurt yourself and cry over it. 

As bad as it sound, it is fulfilling. 

The Autumn of Life
The Autumn of Life

No, don’t take me wrong. By self-destruction I don’t mean to physically hurt yourself. 

I don’t mean to cut yourself in the places it hurts the most. 

Nor do I mean to drink until you zone out or smoke to death. 

Self-destruction is way different than self-harm.

It’s better and it’s worse. 

When you type and delete and re-type and delete that one text message over and over again, you are doing enough of self-destruction. 

When you build a high and hard wall all around you, that no one is allowed to peep through, the destruction is done. 

When you refuse to fall in love or when you fall in love too much and too deep, it is destruction. 

When you don’t say what you feel or you don’t feel what you say. When there is a shiny smile on that dull face. 

And, when hurt others just to not get hurt yourself, you are destructed. 

When you just cry yourself to sleep when you know you can talk to them. 

And smile when it is absolutely okay to cry, baby, that is self-destruction 

It’s all self-destructive and painful. But isn’t the pain beautiful? 

Just like the Autumn is beautiful? 

Love story of a Mountain!

I have always found mountains very enduring. High they stand, bold and tough. Seems that nothing can move them, nothing can make them smile or break them up. The tough, hard mountains.

But then they make love with the nature. They kiss the sky, embed the flora and fauna within themselves, touch the winds smoothly and smile. The beautiful love story begins and all we can do is smile at them until the moment when the same nature hits them hard. The sky starts to roar, the winds change the direction and love changes to a war. The nature brutally betrays the mountains.

And this is when the mountains breaks down. Hurt and saddened, they loose their themselves to the betrayal of nature and can’t hold it in anymore and they break down into pieces to never get back together. The beautiful love story of the hard tough mountain ends with tears!

 

You see what love can do? And you asked that person why he/she couldn’t fall in love?

Smiles of Sorrow

Sorrow and I, make love every night!
Touching each other through the souls,
Loving every bit of other’s pain!
We kiss deep, not to forget
We kiss deep, to love the pain!
I hear the cries when it whispers the betrayal story
And it sees mine in my smile!
We love the pain, we love the betrayal
We love the cries and the stories!
Sorrow and I, make love every night!