Hum humesha aise person sath chahte h jo humesha humare sath ho
Din ya rt
Sukh ya dukh
Bs humare sath ho..
But frnkly speaking accodng to my experience
We nvr get that person for lyf.. he or she will be there with us but not all the tym bcoz our tym is not same everytym...
Eyes open - this reality daunts me.
Eyes closed - a ghastly nightmare haunts me.
How I wish I could get myself out of this labyrinth of muddles!
You asked me to wait here until you came back.
It's been a while and I am still here.
And I will be here. Forever.
Until you come.
Apologizing does not always mean you are wrong. It just means that you value your relationships more than your ego....
Black or White ??
Because just like our lives, nothing we ever do is absolute,
it’s all painted in shades of grey.”
You need supernatural powers...
...for trusting... God's Will
It's a real task absorbing life....
....accepting that every thing is as He wishes so...
ईतने हथियार जो जमा किये है ।
क्या उन्हे ऐसेही रखने के लिये जमा किया है ।
और अपने कितने मरने का इंतज़ार है ।
तुम्हारा पडोसी तुम्हे ललकार रहा है ।
समुद्र की तरहा अथाह फैली फौज किसलिए है ।
इतना बडा मिसाइलों का भंडार किसलिए है ।
इतनी पनडुब्बीयां, युद्धपोत किसलिए है ।
जिसे कांधे पे हाथ नही रखना चाहिए वो कंधे पे बैठ के कान मे मुत रहा है ।
अपनी औकात से बडी बात कर रहा है ।
कायर पीठ मे खंजर घोप रहा है ।
मासूमों की जान ले रहा है ।
मजहब के नाम पे लोगों को बरगला रहा है ।
हाल हाल की पैदाइश है ।
अपने बाप को डर बता रहा है ।
खैरात मे मुल्क जो मिला है ।
ये तो पेशेवर भिकारी बन गया है ।
कितने भी जुते मारो ये बेगैरत दर पे खडा है ।
इस भिखारी मुल्क का कुछ पक्का इलाज करना अब जरूरी है ।
कश्मीर मे ये भ...
It's approximately 4 years ago,
That my heart started fluttering for the rogue in disguise as my neighbour.
We'd talk, until we realised that time knew no bounds!
It all started with a prank,
And ended up filling my heart with ecstacy.
He came to meet me,
On an evening,
When i was home alone!
Lost of words were we, my eyes constantly stuck to his,
Trying to extract words
From the dictionary of our minds!!
He wasn't any angelic,
But he was none less than what i loved..
He moved forward and accepted the love of someone,
That he didnt deserve,
Tears that formed in my eyes,
Just gave birth to a smile
That wished to not disturb him anymore.
He found her cheating and hence moved on,
Maybe i wan...
I feel really blank when my partner disrespects me to a great extent because it really hurts.
I don't know how things will get better between us but by every day passing by, the relationship is only getting spoiled.
I wish I can save it.
I'm not your willful cocktail, kissing your lips for a goodbye
I'm not your shining armor, so that you don't die
I'm not any of these to your amusement's decree,
I'm the one to steal your heart without letting go of mine
Creating dungeons with the fire, your love and ardent desires
Letting you love all that's in your name without letting go of my game
You can make me your fancy but not your need, in might,
You can be my super hero but not for whom I'd fight
Many have come and more have gone,
Piling on to my dungeon's game
I'm a writer who plays with words
Your heart is just a pawn in its name.
Considering the scary pattern from the past my greatest fear is that, deep inside I know you're too good for me. I wish to over come this complex gradually. You're a luxury that I'm addicted to...
People dance when the music comes in,
And they cry when the words hit them.
Just a little tale of melody. Of words making love to music.
My friends think I'm so done.
For each of I am a different person.
I can't show them, but still it burns,
Can't take their staring ya.
My blood doesn't flow it runs,
Playing with skeletons for fun.
Breaking, jumping, they'll learn,
That I am not normal ya.
I'll peel off the stitches off my face.
Play around with ghosts at my base.
I just enjoy this, this rushing fear.
Normal is what I don't wanna hear.
Crazy, maybe I am mad,Probably
the only psycho Friend you'll have.
Don't bother to ask me, if I'm alone.
And ask me if something's wrong.
I don't dream, cause it is a killer
The only butterfly that still is
As I slide my hand from my forehead to my brow, I feel you piling up folds somewhere in between. I dreamt of a lovestory with an everlasting spark and so it is but not to the ideal degree. I wanted you to kiss away my pain and touch my scars bare. I wished for your eyes to feel and not like the ones which only glare. Ardent emotions set to fire, you're the calmness with little desire. Envelope my darkness in the break of your light and let me touch the deepest wounds of our distanced life.
I've seen your face just too many times lately. I know its not good for me. I can't help but notice the bland color on your face. Maybe its there,maybe it isn't. Maybe its just my brain making me believe so. Maybe its what's actually there. The despair in your eyes, loss of weight on your fingers are also what I noticed. I know you don't think about me the way I do about you. Maybe you do. Maybe you don't. I know these are not the questions I should be asking and more importantly whose answers I ought not to know. But that's what looking at your face does to me, asking the wrong questions. Maybe the questions aren't really wrong,maybe they are right. I'm too indecisive to know.
Maybe this is...
I am alone.. Not Lonely...
It's me that I seek only...
I go lost.. And I feel homely...
A free bird.. Not stiff n Bonely..
I fly, I stay, I fall very fondly..
Cuz it's me that I want to meet only...
I am alone.. Not Lonely...
~ A Name
Teri ahat hai yahi kahin mere pass
Tu hi meri aas..
Tu hai toh jarur mere aas pass..
- Mere hardin ke adhure sapne
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy, for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter into another. When looking back doesn't interest you anymore you are doing something right.
I know, it is difficult for you to be vocal.
Even I find myself failing at the most basic things of life, like putting jam properly on
a slice of bread, like cutting a paper straight through a guiding line, like eating rice with my hands. I badly fail at the simplest things and speaking my heart out is one of them. I have been like this, always. I remember my mother crying because of me but I couldn't ever gather the courage to say sorry. I remember leaving the person I loved the most, but I never told her what she really meant to me.
And the reason I say, I relate with you or I have gone through it as well; is not to belittle you but let you know that I can see you smiling and laughing ...
Amidst the failed resolutions for the New Year, one cannot help but aspire for more to work upon, and here I am, doing the same.
This is nothing about any resolutions as such, but in a way it is, for I am using this as a random stream of consciousness for whatever is taking roots in my mind.
I am sure there are many who very feasibly, and readily associate themselves with "reading" as a hobby.
But, the question of the hour is, what exactly do we mean by reading in the contemporary scenario? Are books the only things which are a mirror of our soul in the world of wide web, wherein we are no more than mere cyborgs?
I cannot help but wonder why the idea of reading novels at a strech, being...