Sharafat

Incomplete…..

It was him,
Who tried to fix everything that was broken,
The gears, the memories,
Sometimes people too,
Maybe that’s why he fell for her,
She was a little broken,
And he was a little incomplete…..

Who doesn’t….?

As he said goodbye,
The winds gently lowered down the sails,
The ocean had just woken up,
The slumber of ages,
The night of the thousand stars,
He looked at the mirror,
Calmly reflecting his self,
It’s okay to let go,
The mirror had said,
The hands that escape your touch,
The sounds that silence your voice,
But I had loved,
He broke down in front of the mirror,
Who doesn’t….?
The mirror had said.

आसमान

दिखते हैं किसी को आसमान में परिंदे,
हसरतों से भरे,
उजाले से सजे,
होता है किसी का आसमान गहराइयों सा भी,
अनंत, शून्य, अनदेखा,
पर शायद होगा इन्ही आँखों का क़सूर,
समझ के जो ऐसी मुख़बरि की होगी,
तेरा, मेरा, है क्या सबका एक जैसा आसमान….?

What can a woman do to you…

Gushing down the mountains,
A shiver engulfs the valley,
The leaves, the petals and those pulsating hearts,
Adorn a cloak of lifelessness,
Intoxicated in the symphony of water hitting the stones,
Open their eyes to a simmering sun,
And dance in its glory,
Trying to absorb a lumen of greatness,
Such is the power that stays with the strong,
The aura, the spirit, the ambiance that She radiates,
Beware as you step closer,
Closer to the power the men cannot steer,
Gentle, Ferocious and yet so calm,
She can be your end and your beginning,
Your death or life anew,
Bring you pain or joy unlimited,
Her touch could confuse you,
Or Be your greatest muse,
The mortals see her form,
The minds their energy,
I, I am a simple man,
She will be my chaos,
My silver lining in the darkest clouds,
The Sun that wakes me up,
And the Moon that cuddles with me in the night,
A Woman can do that you,
Enslave you, Give you wings,
Or can hold your hands,
In the quick sand,
Take you on a journey,
Truly divine,
She is a woman,
And can do things,
Fate could never do…….

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शायर

बड़ी मुद्दतों के बाद निकला है आज,
छुपा बैठा था सीने में कहीं,
एक राज़ जो ज़ाहिर-ए-जहाँ है,
सुलग सुलग के इसने ना जाने कितनी हस्तियाँ निस्टेनाबूत की होंगी,
और एक मैं हूँ जो शायर बन बैठा……

Benoor

गुमशुदा…..

बरसता तू नहीं…..

हूँ शायद मैं तुझसे लापता,
या तू ही है दूर मुझसे,
बरसता तू भी यहीं है,
भीगता मैं नहीं हूँ फ़िर भी…….