रोशनी का भी क्या कोई मुक़ाम होगा,
ना जाने क्यूँ फिर ये रोशन कर जाती है कई सर्द रातें,
बेजान में फूँक जाती है ये बेबाक़ जान,
इल्म ही नहीं इसे शायद,
क्या मुकम्मल इसकी बाज़ुएँ हैं,
ये है तो सब है,
ये नहीं तो क्या है…..
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Category: Quotes
Mist Air…..
She was slowly diminished from his memory,
The words, the skin and all the roses red,
A century might have passed since I saw her,
He exclaimed while he strolled,
Her smell, her touch and oh god that beautiful hair,
Lost in the shadows among the unnamed,
She was still there,
But nowhere here,
They say time heals the worst of all scars,
She was his time and he was her mist air…….
Night
As the night slowly descends,
The ghosts of the past,
The mistakes, the lost and the smothered,
The boy scared to his deepest bones,
Prepares himself for them,
Those that have chased him for eternity,
Hopelessness, despair and plight,
Everynight they come,
Sometimes shrivels him in his sleep,
Sometimes drop him to the trenches deep,
The boy scared and lonely,
Closes his eyes and tell himself each day,
This all would be worth someday,
For the night is not eternal,
For the plight is not eternal…..
Clouds
It is the days like these that I realise,
The biting scorch and the igneous rock,
The wind that keeps me alive,
The water that keeps me afloat,
All just become a medium to survive,
The warmth of your skin,
And the moist of your kiss,
Are like clouds,
To this mighty sphere…..
Dear Miss yet to come…..
नियत
ना जाने ख़ुदा से क्या रंजिश हुयी,
किस वक़्त, क्या समा हुयी,
जिस ख़ुदा को पाक मान लड़ी थी हीर राँझे के लिए,
उसी खुदा से मेरी यह नियत आज ख़फ़ा हुयी…….
Muse
As she was slowly smothered by time,
Her memory, her laughs,
The imperfect perfections,
The ink in my pen had started to wither,
Betrayed by the mind,
Or by a drug of different kind,
My end is near,
The ink had run its spell,
My pen slipped into my ear,
Maybe she can save you,
The one who dares to be your muse O dear…..
Heart
The light slowly dimmed,
Heartbeats in upheaval,
Ecstatic and new,
Silence became a guide,
A love story had just begun…….
पैमाना
कुछ इस क़दर गये थे तुम,
आज भी उन सिलवटों को काग़ज़ पर उतारने कि कोशिश कर रहा हूँ,
ना जाने कैसा ख़ुमार था कशिश में तुम्हारी,
मैं आज भी अपना पैमाना ढूंढ रहा हूँ…….
She fell from the stars….
She fell from the stars,
Right into his life,
Who says miracles dont happen,
An angel loved a man,
For what he was,
And he loved her,
The imperfectly perfect she,
Do forms matter,
Do souls seek each other by physical,
Or is the energy that attracts,
He had always asked,
That day he got answers,
She fell from the stars,
And stayed forever…..
