Sunday, August 21, 2011

Move on?

Memories and colours, dulled and faded
The dust of time blurring faces
Tears dried
the trail not seen anymore
The constant throbbing pain dulled.

The weary soul burdened.
Hurt as it turns a corner,
stumbling into an alley of past moments,
Spent holding hands, tender kisses.

Trudging along, each passing second,
nothing awaits, no one awaits.
A smile of past lingers.

Fooled heart, with hopes of change
Trying to move on, move along.
To make sense of chaos,
dreams and reality merging.
I try to live.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Chahat

Mehsil mein dekha,
Muskuratey, iss bheedh mein kaise
Chehre per jo noor tha
Khuda ne kya khoob taraasha hai tumhe.

Lafzon ne saath chodh hai diya, per mehboob toh tumhe maana hai
Bayaan karun bhala toh mein kaise.
Dil hai bechain, dhadakta iss seeney mein,
Milna toh chahta hai tumse, per kwahishon ka poora hona laazmi toh nahi.

Ishq, aashique, mohabbat na jaana tha
Naa jaanenge iss zindagaani mein
Zarra zarra mera chahta hai tumhe
Ye zaroor jaana hai maine.

Khwaab hi sahi
Maut hi sahi
Aakhri saansein hi sahi
Gar pata ho ke tum palat kar dekhoge
Buss ek baar hi sahi
Ye zindagi adhoori na rahegi.