Gham e Ulfat

Kuch aur bhi tere waady thy,
Kuch aur hi teri qasmen theen,
Kuch aur bhi tere qissay thy,
Kuch aur hi teri baaten theen,

Un waadon men jo ranjish thi,
Un qasmon men jo ansoo thy,
Woh saary qissay ishq ke thy,
Woh saari pyar ki baaten theen,

Lo chor chaly hum wadon ko,
Lo torr chaly un qasmon ko,
Woh rog bhi hum ny laa hi liya,
Jo paath tum hi parhaati theen,

Iss jog jagat ki baaten kya,
Kya afsaany kya parwaany,
Kya tum ko haal bataaein ab,
Kya hum ny jot jagayi thi..

Jo likha tha woh bech diya,
Jo chaha tha woh paa hi liya,
Har ek qadam pe tum hi magar,
Iss dil ko bohut yaad aati thi..

Har shy ka badal mil sakta hy,
Har daaman pur ho sakta hy,

Bas ek kami reh jaati hy,
Jab yaad tumhari aati hy,
Har saans pe bhaari hoti hy,
Har nabz pe taari hoti hy..

Woh waady qasmen qisson men,
Pyaary toh bohut lagty hen magar,
Iss dil men hamesha chubhty hen,
Ban aansu aankh men rehty hen..



Trois Moments



Eyes, sealed, thoughts, convulsion, your facetiousness, reconstructed, every word, every moment, every laugh, constructing. Your epicures, your impertinence, when fills your expressions. And when the lights of laughter, kisses your lips. Feels like, jasmine flowers, half drowned, in the aromas, of flower streams… Idolum.

Ballads of the dreamless, clueless conversations, hopes, stories, emotions, truths, lies, laughs, tears, meaningless… Meeting.

Silence, promises, convulsion, separation, solitude, hopes, meanings, undefined, unfinished, untold, reconstructing, smiling… Leaving.


Solitary, hope & you.


In the late afternoons, when the yellows of the sunlight turns orange. When the venoms of loneliness baste the walls of my home. Far… beyond the skies, your shadow glows and dims. Far… beyond your shadow, there is a fog of my hope. Hope, that glows and dims. 

Now, that hope has turned grotesque. It’s dress has been befouled. It’s face has scars.

Or perhaps, it is about to die. It is about to betray me. And leave me in Solitary.

In the loneliness, that dark, afflictive loneliness. Another hope scares me. It scares me with its love. And makes way into my heart. Perhaps, I’ve forgotten to love.

In the loneliness, and in its venom  That old, unattractive hope distracts me. Confuses me. And the new hope fights for it’s survival, fights for my attention, fights to be owned. But it might betray. It might ruin my heart with it’s beauty and perfection. It may shrink the shroud of my honesty.

Or perhaps I don’t understand it clearly. Perhaps I underestimate it. Underestimate it’s significance. Undermine its power. Undervalue its love.

All these thoughts and many fill me up. Ask me someday and I’ll tell you about those. Ask me someday and I’ll tell you about my new hope.

Someday, should it ever come.


Love Story


Angels falling out of love in due
Some deeds undone some missing clues
Real times and some instances not so true
One and one forming me and you…

In light, in darkness lies the dawn of us
Some great things, some moments treacherous
Pawns standing high while the King’s being crushed
It’s not a game, just a life being frivolous…

Inside and out, but with an order backwards
What we felt, what was done – completely traversed
Our hearts in our eyes, saying words we rehearsed
Time changed us, leaving our story preserved…

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Poetry, Random

When the silence enfolds me..

Out in the ocean, there is an island. Where dreams live. And in those dreams, hundreds of memories, thousands of conversations and millions of thoughts survive. They cherish the moments of happiness and live the eternal life. Life that is far beyond the laws, rules, norms, values and culture. There lives a single race. They speak a common language. The language of love.

There is no racism there. No gender inequality. No religion. No faith. No war. No crime. No time. No space.

When the silence enfolds me, I go there sometimes. To live my dream. To sense the purity within me. But I see there Him only. Him, the One. The eternal. Smiling.

Out in the space, where there is vacuum. Where there is dark matter. That no one can see. But He. The Creator.

When the silence enfolds me, I bow down to Him. And say You’re the greatest. He tells me then, to look within, there you’ll find me.

That island is inside me. I am the ocean.


Castle of Moments

The last time we spoke, we discussed the moments we lived together in past. Those moments are perhaps the best treasures I have in my life. Every single moment of it.

The moment when I use to make you sit in front of me so I could write poetry on you, on your eternal beauty and lively smile. And the moment when I read it to you. With your eyes down, smiling but attentive. Treasure.

The moment when we walked together. Those long walks. When you hold my hand and told me how safe you felt while I’m around. That moment we both hoped, perhaps, that time should remain still and we could walk all we can. Treasure.

The moment when we travelled together. On those long routes. On those long distances. When we promised we’ll never be apart. Will always be together, till the end. Till the infinite. Treasure.

Countless moments with countless memories paved in them.

Now that you are not with me, those moments are the bricks that have made the castle I live in. And those memories are doors that have kept me locked into that place. The place that is full of treasures.

I am now that Greedy King, who is afraid, if he goes out of that place someone will steal those treasures. Someone will infringe them.

Yes, I will stay there forever. That is our place. Where no one else has right to be. But you and me.