As she filters….

As she filters the sunshine through her locks of thick hair, 
The only place I want to be is the right there…. 

For all of those who still need a look from the one they want… 

बेकद्री में उनकी ना जाने कैसी कशिश थी, 
हम ज़िंदा उनके लिए नहीं थे, 
और हमारा रब उनके सामने झुकता था…… 

Her ignorance had an attraction,  
I was not a living for her, 
And My God fell short infront of her…. 

चाँदनी… 

रोशनी की चादर ओढ़े,
ना जाने कहाँ से निकली आज चाँदनी है,
कुछ मदहोश मैं हूँ,
कुछ ख़ामोश तुम भी हो,
चाँद ने कुछ कहा तुम से है,
शर्मा के तुमने जो बादल बिखरा से दिए हैं,
करवटें मैं बदल रहा हूँ,
और जल्दी ना जाने सूरज को क्यूँ है।

Wearing the robe of light,
Moon has come out from hiding,
I am a little drunk,
Silent you are,
Something the moon has whispered in your ears,
And you have scattered the clouds, a little shy,
I am changing the sides in my bed,
And why is the Sun in such a hurry….

First love……

Saw my eyes absorb something for the first time,
The complexity with which she was woven into,
Her fragrance breathed life into my slumbered air,
Whipped my heart into a pumping machine,
Everything that day made sense,
The wind, the sun and the beautiful red rose,
I stood there in awe,
Love is what, I had gained..

The day you fall in love everything seems new, everything can be felt, everything is beautiful and you start believing in magic because magic is what love is…

This one for the girl I fell for the first time ever. 

Dreams….

Beautiful was the word they said,
You were there all afraid,
I could see your eyes down with regret,
You had chased away a glorious dream,
Indulged in the thoughts damm so mean,
Jumped, drove and then a stumble,
Beautiful was the word they said,
You were there all afraid,
Your hands had a tremble far too seam,
You are my girl was the only synth,
You fought, you loved, had a scream,
But still it was them who won,
Wars and guns grow a crown,
Beautiful was the word they said,
You were there all afraid,
Ripped off your soul, standing all alone,
You skipped even a beat,
Justice should be served,
Bring the man who did it all,
Arms of justice were busy,
Carrying the man who was all hazy,
A wave of energy had struck,
Justice should be served,
The man was taken on a pedestal far too high,
Birds flew with a griny brigh,
The man had lifted her eyes,
A dream was about to die,
The crowd cheered, took a stone,
See there’s a bird who flew too high,
Justice should be served, 
Was their only cry,
The Sun came above the sky,
The man was shinning like a golden cry,
A scene she couldn’t have seen,
She closed her eyes, 
With hands that were his,
The pedestal was now empty,
The bird was now free,
Justice is served they said,
No birds should fly so high,
Wars and guns are forces of men,
The dreams that die a death of flight,
All the love that is lost in the democracies of might,
Preposterous it may seem,
The sky is so high,
The chains that bind every child,
The ideas that revolutionise,
Is there something wrong with being a wave,
A bird had flown far too high,
Shot down by a golden arrow,
Two dreams were buried that day,
Justice should be served,
They had all declared.