Or nahi koi bus hum he do
kahani khatam shuru hui tw
mujhy dekho, batien karo kam
Main or tum, kehti thi woh
aankhon mein tum kho jao jo
nazar aye kuch, jo tm dekho
pehli mulaqat , tum dilchasp ho
ankhon mein doob kar, kehti thi woh
main nahi dilchasp, bs mukhtlif hun
mein jo bhe kahun bs chup chap sunti woh
hont khamosh, ankhon se ki sab baatien thi
raat wo ik jis se juri sab he yaadien thi
lagta hai ab tum se he karni faryadien thi
afsoos k tab kar na ska jo karni wazahtein thi
Khair teri meri thori c bhe ban na saki
kyunk waqt kam tha or bigri teri adatien thi
Main na bhool paoun teri jhooti hansee
naa he chor paoun mehsoos ho kami
ankhon me nami dil mein pyar bhe nahi
yadon mein jalan or aitbar bhe nahi
tum ik waqt ho jo beet geayaa
mera hasil nahi par bht kuch seekh gea
mere qabil nahi or mein khud ko jeet gea
meri manzil nahi ho tw q me kheencha gea
phir kyun kehti, mein or tum
shuru hote he kahani khatam
He makes me feel like sunrise, a field full of my favorite flowers, the sight of a beautifully-wrapped present, only to find out later on that it is mine.
The delightfully painful battle of the colors in the sky, in-between almost every other beautiful things that my apologetic and unworthy eyes have seen.
His voice slams down the fear I get whenever I hear the soft yet frightening hum brought by the stormy air. Oh, the storm would not even dare come close wherever he may be.
The warmth of his body could dry out and blow the monsoon harder than it could destroy and long before it even touches land, he have already tugged the rays of the sun again.
His kisses are more familiar than the heat of the sun against my skin, warming up and melting down the winter deep within me. I'm always astounded by how quickly it became my definition of "normal", as unusual as our love can be, ironically.
And I fear not whenever nighttime flirts with my nightmares because with just the first note of his song, he silences the screams and his touch turns down my trauma's invitation to my anxiety to come spend the night together.
He makes me feel like sunrise but his love will always be my favorite sunset.
Trace, Trace, trace! Give me a trace
Of his charming scent that once blew my way
And lounged on my nostrils.
I have been blind ever since I lost my eyes
To his spectacular sight.
Grace! Grace! Grace! None has his!
The midnight intruder trespassing my mind
A dream! He too feels.
My solitude is unholy and he is the Saint
To break this curse.
Embrace! Embrace! Embrace this shattered heart
That once belonged to a zest chest
Since I'm too cold to even move
Envelope my soul and carry me to your heaven.
Tina RSH ©
Tum se hi meri pehchaan hai.
Atul yoon hi nahin bana main.
Tum se hi meri zindagi hai.
Aashiq tumhaara yoon hi nahin bana main.
Tum se hi meri khushi hai.
Pyaar tumhe aise hi nahin karta.
Tum se hi meri santushti hai.
Pyaar tumhe yoon hi nahin karta.
Har kavita mein meri tumhaari hi jhalak hoti hai.
Kavi bada main yoon hi nahin bana.
Har saans tumhaari hi yaad dilaati hai.
Zindagi ho meri tum yoon hi nahin kehta.
From you is my identity,
Atul originates from you.
From you is my life,
I am your crazy lover.
From you is my happiness,
I love you just so seriously.
From you is my satisfaction,
I don't love you just for fun.
Each poem of mine carries your imagery,
I have been a seasoned poet worshipping you.
Every breath reminds me of you,
I call you my life not just for saying.
A moment which take my breath away,
Her eyes were the blue,
Like a deep ocean, to force me’
Her hair a thick and glossy black,
An adoring hand,
To force to think to hold them’
Forever and ever,
Her face into a level of flawlessness,
That mesmerized the entire moment,
I’d been captivated by the look of her’
From the moment I first saw her,
And I still found my synapses frying’
At that moment.
By: Nida Mahmoed.