Waiting for your call,
desperation and separation is what I can recall
from the past that has now fallen apart.

Fresh are the tears and mere fears
deep inside me like a cocoon of my weakness,
helplessness, the pain and the sufferings.

Why am I nourishing them all?
What this nostalgia will grow into?

Once I was asked this question. I gave a thought upon it. It took me so much time to figure out, I think I was correct on what I was thinking , then I was like no maybe I would never be able to figure out.
Then a voice came from inside. It said , "I am fragile" .

My tears of conscience

She flickers with vibrations of mighty fear.
She is shy as well as shameless.
She possesses multiple split personas.
She is confused yet complicatedly simplified.
She is fluid and heavy as mercury.
She craves for attention, but sometimes wants to live in suspension.
She is immortal still dies for nirvana.

Diamond I got,
feel lucky and happy about it.
But what was I looking for?

Diamond glitters...
Diamond gleams...

Cuts away smoothly,
the obstacles that I face.
But what was I looking for ?

Coal crackles...
Coal glows...

Burns to give warmth.
That's what I need.

Diamond gives pleasure.
I want to preserve this heavenly treasure.

In this flower of life
I'm a small bud struggling to blossom
with my own blood & sweat.

What was I looking for was coal.
I found out it to be my own soul.

IS THIS WORLD CHANGE,
OR CONTINUE TO SOME AGE…

WHO CARES

The Earth is big enough for carrying us,
But no one here for caring us.

Everyone stabs on everyone’s back,
Peace and love what every being lacks.

What that costs,
was morals and ethics are lost.

Here ,relationships are just for name sake,
Belief and trust all are fake.

Friends are used,
Then abused.

Just for achieving,
Are you going to live in this world just for receiving,
And not giving???

No one dares,
To share
their emotions,
As this fake world laughs and giggles on their notion.
In Every motion.


Every one thinks of their gain,
Not thinking of others pain.

Backbiting and back chatting is what we are doing
Throughout our life,
Has become an indispensable part for ours to survive.

Help them oh! God,
To open their eyes
Or else time will show its disastrous styles...

Shake your hands forgetting all evils and bads,
And withstand the ladder of life.

Then neither will cry nor fight,
for their rights.

“LIVE AND LET LIVE” is the golden rule to follow,
Make this your goal,
Till you leave your body and become a great soul.


Make this world as it was,
With no over-population,
And pollution
All that it has…

I disowned my baby with my very own hands,
why blame others for not loving it as I did once ?

I don't have any memories of it in pictures or letters,
just in my head and heart,
why blame others for not capturing or keeping one remembrance.

बिखरे ज़ज्बातों के दरमियाँ ,
कशमकश के दायरों से घिरा हुआ
मन मेरा ...
चंद अल्फाज़ो से हम उन्हें बयाँ न कर पाए
कि बना लिया है हमने
एक आशियाना
एक हसीन दुनिया
जिसमे बोये हैं हजारों ख्वाहिशें
इंतज़ार में है हम उस लम्हे का
जब देंगे आप दस्तक
आहटें तो गूँज रही है
आपके आने का
कैसे शुरुआत करे हम जाहिर करना अपना हाल
शायाद गुफ़्तगू के बहाने ही सही
पर इस कायनात में कुछ अजीब दसतूर भी है
यहाँ पल पल बेहाल हो चले हम और
कहीं चल दिए आप
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