Barfi

Neither do I have a dancing tongue nor a loud voice…

But I sense your heart & read your lips filtering out the noise….

My laughs are as silent as my screams……

Things move around me like they are just my dreams….

I have been abused by few & refused by the others…

But my innocence tried keeping everyone together…..

For me relationships are neither a necessity nor a compulsion…..

It’s just an exchange of expressions....

Neither I plan nor do I choose to love…

I just love & I just love...

I may look or I may act like a fool…..

But it's not my acts ,it's my soul….

My life has started & may end with a zero…..

The love that I received has made me a real hero…..

It’s not the roosters but the shining sun, wakes me up…..

Guess me who I am….Guess me who I am…..

I tell myself “…..arfi”……in stead of "Murphy".....Ha Ha....

Perspectives

Sometimes I wonder

What is the good things happening & what's the bad one...

When you came to my life is the good one or we are so far is the bad thing to happen...

The bond we hold is the good one or 

the vanity that we hold is the bad one..

The tiny toon we have is the good one or 

our career aspirations that keep us away from her is the bad one...

The family values that keep everyone together is the good one or 

the egoes that keep us away is the bad one...

Good things & bad things are just way it is..

The one we enjoy becomes our perspective..

Nazar ya Nazariya

koi Band ankho se sawera dekhe,

koi khuli ankhon se bhi ,andhera hi dekhe,

Mann hi dekhen andhera,

Mann hi dekhe ujala...

kya dekhega woh sawera jiska Mann hi ho kaala..

Ankhein toh bas zariya he,

Par hein to apni 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....

Baton se jasbaton ko,

Ya phir Jasbaton mein chupi hui baton ko 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...