Dard bhi kya sikandar hai. Is ko na kisi ki fikar, na dar hai. Jab yeh aata hai toh sab bhula deta hai. Jo fateh karle toh kya ummeed kya khwahish hai. Bas dard hi dard hai. Dard se bachna hai.
Khushiyaan aati hai toh kisi na kisi dar ke saath. Chhin jaane ka dar, Nazar lag jaane ka dar, Zyaada khush ** liye toh phir baad mein rone ka dar.
Lekin dard ko kis cheez ka dar? Jis ka dar tha jab wohi aakar hum se lipat jaaye, toh phir kis baat ka dar?
Kitni ajeeb baat hai, aur yeh kaisa mazedaar rishta hai dard aur khushiyon ka. Khushiyaan dard ka veham lekar aati hai, toh dard ki inteha ek dhundla sa daawa khushiyon ka.
Lagta toh har kisi ko yahi hai, ke ab is dard se azaadi na mumkin hai. Magar dard hi toh azaadi hai. Yeh khaathma nahin. Yeh toh khaatme ki shakal mein shuruwaat hai ----- ek nayi khushi ki, ek nayi tumhari.
Quivering lip under my teeth, wide eyed I stared into the blank. It lured me a moment earlier now it just disappeared. So I peeked into my subconscious unbounded by the passing time Waiting to be struck by that perfect rhyme.
but him. The one, sealed in whose lips my answers lies with serenity filled cohl lined eyes discerned by the devout sign crowned with white araqchin Loyalty his demeanor Words so splendidly clear clouds vanish my mind's under.
Khwaab dekho. Khuli aankhon se ya band, fark nahin.
Khwaab humein kahan se kahan leja chhodti hai. Jo kabhi dekha nahin woh dikha deti hai. Jis cheez ko kabhi chhua na **, use bhi mehsoos karwa deti hai.
Kabhi paseene mein bheega jagaati hai, toh kabhi apni ulfat se gaalon ko laal kar deti hai.
Cheekh kar uthaa hai koi toh koi muskuraate.
Koi toh khatam hone ka naam nahin leta. Kisi ke beech mein kat jaane ka gila hai rehta.
Mujhe toh hamesha khatam hone ka intezaar hi raha ------ uske aane tak. Bura dekha, bura jaana, bure ne ghere rakha ab tak.
Mein ne seene par sar rakha, phir usne mere haath par apna bada magar narm haath rakha.
Usko meri nazuk lambi ungliyon se khelna achha laga. Mujhe mohabbat jatane ka yeh tareeqa uska achha laga.
She is weird they say But little they are aware she is just anyone wrapped in the weirdness she wear.
She is a nerd they say But little they know It is a way to escape her life's woe.
She is the girl once, they say with a goofy grin. But now they wonder where is the goofy girl? And so she say.
'Oh you, I'm here. Scarred and scared more of the demons that come tapping at my heart's door. Demons entreating to enter my soul Demons if I embrace will render my existence easier. But I refuse to surrender. Instead I choose the hard way, the right way to go. For even in the darkest night will flicker a little star of hope is the vow.'
When I pronounce my fears or when I shed silent tears? When I float in my passion or when I calaculate my every action? When I naysay to unease or when I offer my every piece? When I dance like no one's there or when I be conscious of my way? When I'm that benevolent fighter or when I'm the aloof spectator? So tell me, when am I my better version? When would you think of me as a better version?