Tuesday, 21 October 2008

Wh@t Is Love


Its not about the love every time
Its about the feeling hidden behind
Its about the pain which you find
Its about the laughter after crying
Its something so amazing which you cant just write.

Its like discovering sand under your feet
Its like looking at rising sun from east
Its Like something
I still didn't understood
May be B'coz
Its like something just you and me.

You know when you fall in love
You ll feel like everything is mine
You ll feel everything is possible
You ll feel like you can just reach heights.

I Cant understand myself without you
And i know
I didn't understood you too
When i didn't understood the souls behind
How can i say
"My love you are mine"

Sunday, 6 July 2008

Bas Dua Karte hai......

बस दुआ करते है
आप जो चाहे
आपको मिले.........

जिंदगी इतनी भी कातिल नहीं
जितना आप इसे समझते है
आप और हम ही तो जिन्दा बाकि है
वरना ये जीने वाले
क्या खाक जिया करते है............

रो दिया करते है
कभी हम
गमो की परछाई देख कर
तो कभी
खुशी के लम्हों में भी
हम पलके नम किया करते है.......

कभी
बेटे बेटे मुस्कुरा देते है
दोस्त मेरे
तो कभी हम
हासने का सिर्फ
इंतज़ार किया करते है........

कुछ कहे कहे
ये लावाज़ मेरे
ये दिल ये आखे
हमेशा प्यार का इज़हार किया करते है.........

हस देते थे
जिसकी हम खुशी देख कर
अब तो
उस से मिलना का बस
इन्तेज़ार किया करते है........

कहेते है दोस्त मेरे
कह देते हाल--दिल आपना
मगर
कोई उन से पूछे
फिर क्यों
निगाहों ही निगाहों में
बातें किया करते है...........

Monday, 30 June 2008

WoRdS

My Words
Words dripped apart
Words of life
Killed meaning of my heart
But Words
Still feel something
Rhymes like
A feel of nothing
Nothing
Like I doesn't even exist
I thought I had meaning
But I found out
Everything crushing
Everything falling by my side
Ripping every small start
Tangling with meaningless letters
Drooping my thoughts apart
But Words are Words
Meant to convey
Thoughts
With which you had a start.

Tuesday, 11 March 2008

You ll be here.....

Am loosing my mind
You ll be here tonight
Am still thinking
What to ask you this time
How to talk to you
And in what way
There were many things with me
But i think
I lost my mind today.

Here you are
In front of me for a while
You passed me by
I didn't even smile
I didn't even said hi to you
I don't know what am i doing
Like i don't know what to do
Like i am a new child to this holy world
Like i don't know how to speak
I think
I just lost my words too.

Don't know what you think of me
Don't know how you react
But believe me
Its my words that stuck inside
I wanted to say many things
I swear.

Sunday, 24 February 2008

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It’s not about love
It’s not about that pain
In love
Neither it’s about the world
That you fall in
When you fall in love
Nor it’s about why to love
It’s all about how to love
How to love the one
Who made your love?

It’s not about
How much she loved you
It’s neither about
Did she even loved you
Nor it’s a game
Which you can loose
Not even a battle
In which you conquer the heart

It’s about the feeling
That made you feel now
It’s about the touch
That made you see how
It’s about the look
That gave you a feel of beloved
It’s all about those things
Which made you feel you in love?

So love
Not to be loved
But just for love
Coz love is a feeling
You don’t need any reason to be in love

Friday, 15 February 2008

My Mind....

With this fresh page
With some new lines
I'm trying to write
What's there in my mind.

What's there in my mind?
Are some jumbled words
Some unseen images
Some sentences undefined
But between this confused life
I have you
You
With a feeling of mine.

You aren't with me today
But still
I feel you in my dreams
You still keep me awake in night
I still talk to you when am alone
I still feel somebody with me,when i drive.

Kind of unusual person I am
But still I am writing today
To tell you
What's there in my mind??

Friday, 1 February 2008

Its Me...

Am short with the words
I don’t know how to write
I just put down some sentences
Which don’t know how
Came to my mind
Sometimes I feel deflected
Sometimes I write crap lines
But in the end
What I see
It’s a miracle
It’s a poem of mine
Some makes fun of it
Some seriously read my lines
Some say it’s a trash, A sour liquor
Some say it’s a delicious wine
But both are nice to hear
At least both makes human divine
One makes you feel terribly high
Another makes you feel like heaven's shrine