Addict is someone addictedly
addicted to an addiction.
And you need a new addiction
For letting the addict escape
the addiction.
Forgoing addiction is a
different kind of addiction
when you need a non-addictive
to ignore the former addiction.

Falling in love,
Something that feels bliss,
Free like a dove,
Feeling the beauty of kiss.
Caring like a lion does for cub,
And hardest part is when you miss,
Feel like only you are above,
No one can let you ****.

परिवार ( family)

परिवार किसी के कहने से नहीं होता,
उसे बनाने के किए दिल चाहिए,
दिल में संतुष्टि,
और संतुष्टि में प्रेम चाहिए।

परिवार को परिवार का नाम देने की जरूरत नहीं,
कोई खून के रिश्ते की जरूरत नहीं।
जरूरत है तो बस,
जताने और निभाने की।

आदर दो, खुशी दो,
दिल में उनके लिए कपट और जलन ना हो,
यही निभाना है,
और यही कहने से नहीं कार्यों से जताना है।

आप उनकी खुशी में खुश हो जाओ,
उनके दुख में दुखी,
हर वक्त साथ निभाओ,
दिखावटी नहीं, दिल से सम्मान करो।

And that moment I saw him for the first time,
My heart went like slime.

He started to speak,
His lip sync took my heart to the peak.

His eyes met mine,
And that moment he became my sunshine.

When he smiled,
It murdered me as been stabbed by a dagger,
And for every while,
I started to ask for his smile like a beggar.

From that day,
I forgot all my way,
Just his thoughts blew my mind,
And I was left unwind.

From then every second I started to relish,
And every single jiffy I felt angelic.

I desire freedom,
Freedom to do what I want
I desire love,
Love from family and friends.
I desire success,
Success that makes my parents proud.
I desire friendship,
Friendship that helps me grow.
I desire trust,
Trust that I can do it.
I desire someone,
Someone who can get my freedom back.

But, for all this,
I need freedom,
Freedom from this imprisonment,
Imprisonment which no one can see,
No one can feel.

My heart is
Plentitude of bliss,
Occupied with stuff to miss.

My heart is
Eschewing out of cage,
With his envisage.

My heart is
Apportioned of benignity,
With lashings of placidity.

My life and heart,
Sentenced behind a rib cage,
I have no one,
Whom I can show the rage.

Have no walls to restrict me,
But restrictions that imprison me.

I want to fly like a bird,
But here I can't utter a word.

I crave for freedom and happy life,
Heart, mind and soul makes a whorl,
I want to act as per my will,
But I can't, may be cause I'm a girl.

It's just a book,
But it can guide you better than a teacher,
If you are a sinner,
It holds the power to make you preacher.

It's just a book,
But it holds the world with its words,
Which can change your world,
Can let you be geek or nerd.

It is the most precious,
Only existing thing that can change,
From a gangster to a gracious,
It can clear what's normal or strange.

It's not about the destination,
It's about the journey.
It's not about the imagination,
It's about the reality.

It's about your journey of togetherness,
That untill your last day you stay,
It's about your loyalty,
Let never let you go away.

It's not about we will be together,
In future till our last breath,
It's about how many memories we gather,
And stay loyal untill our relationships death.

It's never about what we get at the end,
It's about making our world enlightened,
It's about the thought of loosing you,
That makes me frightened.

It's not about getting down in hardship,
It's about facing everything together,
Knowing that our life's ship,
Might get sunken deep and we seperate.

It's about knowing that,
I might not be with you forever,
And me knowing that you might not,
Be with me, untill my death shiver.

It's about being together,
With each other,
To escape all that hinders,
And till the time be the lovers.

कुछ रिश्ता सा है,
तुम्हारी इन आंखों से,
तुम्हारे बिना कुछ कहे ही
यह मुझसे सब कुछ कह जाती हैं।

कुछ रिश्ता सा है,
तुम्हारी इन बातों से,
बिना उन्हें सुने ही,
सब महसूस कर लेती हूं मैं।

कुछ रिश्ता सा है,
तुम्हारी इन अदाओं से,
बिना कुछ दिखे ही,
सब दिखा देती हैं।

हां कुछ रिश्ता तो है तुमसे,
तुमसे ही तो सब सिखा है मैंने।

Life would surely be better,
If I try to be myself,
Rather than someone
else and shatter,
Life's to explore yourself.

I may be bad enough,
For you to handle,
But I'm rough and tough,
To burn like a candle.

Paint me,
With your words,
With your passion,
With your colors.

Paint me with everything you have,
I'll adore every single part of it.
I'll let those colors bleed in me,
Every atom of it will be my skin.

Pita hi Mera abhimaan hai,
Pita se hi meri jaan hai,
Pita se hi meri shaan hai.


Pita ke bina,
Ghar mai rahna
bhi soona hai.


Pita ke bina,
liya gya na lagta
apna khilona hai.



Pita ke bina,
Zindagi ki khushi
bhi
lagta rona hai.


Pita ke sang,
Sukhi roti bhi sona hai.

Ring of fire,
Displacing up high in the sky,
And I go on to ask,
What is it and why?

Some call it God's miracle,
Authorities declare it a weather balloon,
But deep down my heart goes into lagoon.

I keep on to question it,
Are their alien being inside of it.

My mind disagree to what they say,
I very well know it's the UFO on the way.

I should reveal
What's in my heart and mind,
Which is packed in a seal,
So know one can easily find.

But if I tell my secrets,
To anyone around me,
They'll burn it like a cigarette,
And on that they're gonna ***.

If they come to know them,
My heart will loose much weight,
If I start, secret will flow like in a dam,
And to stop them will be no gate.

If I reveal my inner self,
You will never understand,
You'll thing of me as the guilty wolf,
And in front of you, nowhere I'll stand.

The journey from

Spirituality to Singularity

is only thing we need to understand,
to unlock all the mysteries of this universe.

From the holy books verse,
To the mysteries in diverse.

From knowing the energy,
Which they believe as God,
To the universe's synergy,
And to travel in time in other world.

Talk to Youself
Before you take a step ahead.
So you yourself can understand,
You happy at the end of the day,
When you go to bed.

Talk to yourself,
Before talking to friends,
If it would help n heal you and them
Or it will lead to an end.

Talk to yourself,
Before you trust anyone,
So you are happy and don't recieve
A betrayal, and end up in suction.

Walking under the quite Chinar trees,
Suddenly a leaf of it hit my forehead,
As I grabbed it in my hands, let's my mind freeze,
I remembered that day when I was going to bed.

The time felt so familiar,
I was a little kid,
Playing with kids all so similar,
The weather was peaceful.

Next day the riots break,
People shooting others like a freak,
The war was not among angel and demons,
It was among religions.
This led to our families heartbreak,
And we left Kashmir,
As in our mind was a crack.

I bought a young Chinar plant,
But was too young to understand,
That the plants need a perfect weather to implant.
Those small little leaves withered,
And all I did was shattered.

The only desire I'm my young mind
Was to have my own house.
With a yellow Chinar in my home
In winters, and myself sitting
Inside that tree in blanket
Like a mouse.

Here I can't explain you the date,
May be it's humanities fate.

We have reached a way higher,
In science and technologies tier.

The age is of time,
Where you can sublime.
Into the verses of technology,
Into the time and space's analogy.

This is the era of warm-holes,
And the era of time travel,
In which you can travel whole,
Into the any world's navel.

Set up to stop the light and time,
And get into between of it,
To hear the travelling chime,
From that dark narrow slit.

Getting into the dark tunnel,
Moving, getting deep inside,
Rather shaped like a funnel,
You get into the time's ride.

Today is not the day,
That I should speak out to you,
Now there's no way,
That I take the arrow of my love,
And on you I threw.

Today is not the day,
I should hug you tight,
And whatever is in me I should say,
And in my darkness you give me light.

Today is not the day,
I should show my interest,
Untill time, I'm busy,
Making myself who deserves you,
This is wait, I'm not in rest.

तुम जानते तो हो,
तुम्हारी जरूरत है मुझे,
फिर भी जाने कहां हो तुम।

तुम जानते तो हो,
कि अधूरे हैं हम बिना तुम्हारे,
पर फिर भी ना हो तुम हमारे।

तुम जानते तो हो,
कि हमारा दिल नहीं लगता बिन तुमहारे,
पर क्या करें हम तो हैं बेचारे।

His soft and gentle speech,
The melodies in his voice,
They're stuck inside me as leech,
Again and over again I make it my choice.

His antiseptic sounds,
His patient and silent utterance,
Which can heal all the wounds,
And can take away the world's belligerence.

Hearing his sweet whisper,
Ears feel better than listening to water waves.
The sound of his hits harder than zephyr,
And when he is away,
to listen to him my heart craves.