tere bin

palkhon se bhikar,
sooni sooni si yeh nazar,
har patey par talashe tere hi akshar.

lakh kari is dil ne koshish,
har saans se ki ek hi sifarish,
sookhey pannon par dhoondi teri naam ki namhi.

is tanhayi ko sahara de de,
marti huyi rooh ko sukoon dede,
in aakhri lamhon ko rahat dede.

tum nahin aaye

aas bharkar tik tik bhi tham gayi,
thak thak kar aahein bhi bhar gayein,
par yeh kamhakht nazar hi nahin hati.

har aate jhonke se poocha tera naam,
jawab mein har lamhe ne kiya ek hi sawaal-
-pagli, kya kabhi din mein bhi chand dekha hai?

hawa chalti rahi,
par dhadkanein ruk gayein.

your pretty words

i fall for your pretty words,
stars which i can never touch.
sweet are such your words,
like an adamant child,
hope jus wont leave.
my faith still wont see
it is only a matter of time,
before one of us turns blind.

benazir si, par bewafa si yeh shaam..
kya hai yeh najais sa rishta tera, raat ke saath
abhi toh mulakat hui thi unse,
aur tuney alvida keh diya
kyon raat ki bahon mein ja chipi,
aa, ek baar phir khoobsurat, thaamle mera haath

The more or less of love

These strange chords wrapped around one’s heart are the toughest to tune. There is no ratio one gets right for this math…actually there is no math really. Just more or less. The more you get the less you like it. The less you get, the more you want it. Stranger than the promises people make to each other is what happens next..Why is it that there is always one who loves more and the other who cares less? Why is it that when one is loved more, the wretched, twisted demented heart turns into this super meanie from a highway to hell type of a flick? Why does the evil of doubt, clandestinely dressed as boredom crop its ugly head? Why are questions more and answers less? You more or less know the answer to it, don’t you ?