~Gone~

~Gone~

What ink should I write our story?

What paper would eyes behold?

Trails that you never walked, or

Let pens slither on their own?

Once Gone, such easily you’d walk in,

Smiling away all the pain to forgone

Blinking still in the light of doubts,

I’d close my heavy eyes in familiar arms

Dreams would snatch me, eager ‘n nude

Lulling my fears into a labyrinth of loss

Then I’d hold your hands more tightly

Clutching them throughout my sleep

But, you’d steal them again, to be Gone

To return once more — again to be Gone..

This is our tale, a fable of false hopes

Who’d say?

What ink should I write our story?

What paper would eyes behold?

Tooti Kalam

Tooti Kalam

~Gulabi thand hai, garm razai aur godh main bikhare kuch kore panne,

Par alfazon ki dasht-e-syahi main, inn dooriyon ko kaise bhigoun?

Ek adhuri tooti kalam se,

Phate purane pannon pe,

Piya ko khat kaise likhun?~

~Pooch Aana Toh~

~Pooch Aana Toh~

Kisi rote hue bachhe se ek dafa pooch aana toh,

Koi khilona jab tootta hai toh kaisa lagta hai..

Kisi pareshaan haal bande se pooch aana toh,

Uska khuda jab roothta hai toh kaisa lagta hai..

Uss bilakhte aashiq ke dil se bhi pooch lena tu,

Hath sanam ka jab choothta hai toh kaisa lagta hai..

Bas waisa hi kuch haal meri zindagi ka bhi hai,

Tera har jhoot, ab saanson ko lootta sa lagta hai !