Purane rishton ko bhulake
Naye Rishtey banane hum chale.

Aansoowon ke bahaar leke
Khoyi huwi muskurahat dhoone hum chale.

Kismat ka maara fira,
Aapno ka saath chuta,
Dil toh toota huwa hai humara...
Phir bhi,
Umeed ki roshani liye
Ek nayi zindagi
Phir se jeene hum chale....

Life is like writing a book...
We may need to edit often as and when necessary,
so that we can write a good one.

Wounds in the soul
Neither bleed nor visible
Yet, cause too much pain
And sometimes impossible to bear.

Being Spoon Fed.
Being Dependent.
Loosing Emotions was not enough
That we are now slowly loosing our Intelligence as well.

When cameras were first invented,
The photographs were in Black & White,
Yet, the happiness was genuine and colourful.

Now, in this era,
The photographs are full of colours,
Yet,
Our happiness are colourless
Just like old Black & White Photographs....

We started off as strangers
And ended the same way again.
The only difference is,
You are gone happily
And I am searching you in everyone....

It’s not you.....its me.....
It’s just me.....
I don’t blame you for what you said....
I only blame me for how it felt.....
I don’t blame you for the way you’ve been....
It’s only just me for I let it touch me...
I know you were just you.....
I know I failed my own self in doing the same....
In being me.....
I allowed your essence to mingle my soul....
Careless I was I didn’t see the inevitable ....
The hazard....the danger....the evil....the darkness...
I allowed your venom to work it’s way....
Within me....inside me.....
A venom so lethal....so vile....so vicious...
A venom you named previously as “love”