Nazar ya Nazariya

Jisko khuli ankhon se andhera hi dikhe, uski akhon ka kya mol,

Jisko band ankho se bhi roshni dikhe,

uski ankhen hein anmol

Ankhein toh bas zariya he,

Par hein to apne nazariya..

jo nazron ko bayan karte hein.

I compete with the me

Running through the meadows & jumping on the hays...

I start with some beautiful moments of my childhood days...

From juvenile to adulthood, moments flow like a stream...

Sailing in the stream I craft my dreams...

Dreams are distant, the path is foggy...

In my journey of roses thorns make it ruggy...

I start my journey with the rising sun...

With small small dots in the empty horizon...

Connecting these dots I make my path...

I chase my dreams without knowing the aftermath...

Sometimes I win sometimes I lose...

But this journey gives me courage & the art to choose...

My dreams are limitless just like the sky...

Opening up my arms... I try to hug them with my eyes...

From the moment I am born to the moment I die....

Neither do I compete with the" You" nor with the "Thee"...

It's my journey of life...

where...I just compete with the "Me"...

Love & Pain

I don't know what's love.....

Or I don't know what's pain....

Is it the romance, described in those romantic books......

Or is it the sacrifice that they do for each other...

Is it the feeling that I get when I think about you...

Or is it the feeling when I realize that you are so far..

Is it the craziness of my heart, holding a burning desire to have a glimpse of you..

Or is it the distance that separates you & me from each other....

Is it the lines I fill up when I virtually talk about you to my diary...

Or is it the lines, I don't speak out ,that how much I miss you...

Yup, I absolutely know nothing about love...

And nothing about pain either...

Love may be the flow of bloods starting from my heart...

Following the path of veins...

The time when I feel the blood pumped has no essence of you......

The time when I feel that I don't have a heart, but a pumping machine...

That is the time when I feel the pain.....

"Me with you" is the love...

"Me without you" is the pain....

Rishton ki Aadat

Kehte hein Rishton ke aane se aadatein badal jaya karti hein...

Par Rishtey Nibhana Bhi ,

Ek aadat hi toh he...

Kisiki anhkon ki chamak se, khud ko roshan kar lena....

Kisi ki hasin mein hans lena...

yah phir gham mein ro lena..

Ek aadat hi toh he...

Bin kuch kahe, sab kuch keh dena....

Ya phir kahi hui baton mein bhi,ankahi batein sun lena ...

ek aadat hi toh he...

Intezar ka woh pal,jo sirf samay na ho,

Pyar ke woh pal,bhale hi kuch samay ka ho....

Inhin ko zindgi bana lena,

Ek aadat hi toh he...

Lekhin phir bhi kehte hein...

Rishton ki ane se aadatein badal jaya karti hein...

par aadatein hin to hein, jo badle jaate hein..

Rishtein badla nain karte,

Woh toh nibhayen jaate hein...

I don't know

I don't know if I invite you to my dreams....

or u have just conquered them..

I don't know if, while dreaming of you, I smile naturally

or my brain just releases dopamine...

I don't know if they all look like you....

or my imagination makes them so....

I don't know if my eyes jumble up these letters...

or they arrange themselves to make your name....

I don't know if I am feeling the rain drops....

or I am simply sweating...

I don't know if these breezes are cold enough....

or filled with your essence that gives me goose bumps...

I don't know if my feeling about you is  paranoia....

or it's just a paradox...

I don't know if I am in love with you

or I have fallen in love with you...

life

Life ..for me

just a meadley meal...

some times sweet sometime sour..

sometimes it get served in our happy hours..

sometimes spicy sometimes cold..

sometimes an unknown taste ,

emotions on hold..

life gives u lessons as well as lemons,

if u think u have tasted life,

there are items ,still waiting to be served..

so just wait for what is to be served..

& enjoy what is served...

A kissing butterfly

A freesoul & itinerant ,

a little immatured though,

with juvenile fantasies & fickle ecstacies,

I was a butterfly...

just a little butterfly....

imbibed with my liberty,

hopping from flower to flower ,

swaying in those breezes,

I was an little innocent butterfly...

Ignorant about this multifaceted world,

and the color on my skin,

as well as beauty on my chin,

ignoring  the lust in your eyes,

inebriated in my adoloscence,

I was just a crazy little innocent butterfly...

fighting through my throttles,

& enclosed inside a bottle,

forced through your lust,

ultimately,bit unfortunate as well,

biting the dust..

Now I am A kissing butterfly...

Lost in the gloom,

in a world almost doomed,

squandered & surrendered ,

As a fine wine,

Sipped by the worldly souls without a spine...

as a submissive soul,

I am The kissing Butterfly..

The sky is glittery now,

but still looks dark,

I still can find myself in the mirror,

but not my spark,

The raindrops still taste salty to me,

but drizzles are agonising,

There are still the breezes to sway in,

but are pinching & traumatizing..

Running from this worldly souls,

voluntarily enclosing myself,

back into the gloom,

I was the crazy little innocent  but,

alas, A kissing butterfly...