The Source is the same.
The Destination is the same.
The Composition is same.
The Requisitions are the same.
The Emotions is same.
The Expressions are the same.
Yet we all Fight ...
What a Shame.  What a Shame.

Falling here and there
Some go down the Drain
Some fill the Lakes again.

Trust me you dont Trust me.

Your Silence is broken when
You remember me
Only for some work.

Aroma Stimulates
Smile Accelerates
Words Ignites.
Soul Flares
Body Burns.

I sweep the dirt on the floor ...
    To see my reflection furthermore.
A Storm comes without restrain.
     Making the floor ***** again...

End my life they Say.
So very Easy
Experiance Pain they have not.

Bas itna hi faraaq hai
Pehli **** kau zakhmi kartai
Aab Zehen Kau.

Tears in her Eyes
Smile on her Face
She make me complete

As if those straight long hair
was not enough
That you had to color them
to make it more graceful.  

As if those deep Eyes
were not enough
That you had to put Kohl
to make it more Ravishing.  


As if those oval Nostrils
were not enough
That you had to wear that nose ring
To make it more exquisite.  

As if that Smooth Neck
was not enough
That you had to now wear that Delicate necklace
To make it more irresistible.

Main Woh Hu
Jau Har Roz Zindagi sai Pistaaa Hai.
Main Woh  Hu
Jau Har Waqt  Sauchtaa Hi Rehta Hai.
Main Woh  Hu
Jau Kadva Sach  Bolnai Sai Darta  Hai.
Main Woh  Hu
Jau Khamoosh  Kiya Jata Hai.
Main Woh  Hu
Jau Gham mai bhi Muskurata hai.
Aakhir mai Ek Sawaal Yeh bhi Aataa hai ki
Main Kaun  Hu ?

Water takes  its own time
for Boiling
so does Milk.
Ultimately they both go
in the same Cup.

Whenever I was sad
Whenever I was hurt
Whenever I was ignored
Whenever I was beaten
Whenever I was low
There was this small Corner
Where I would always go
Speak my heart out
Silently Cry till my
Tiny Tears would Dry.
Would then go to
Just come back.

In a Garden full of Roses.
One Rose was mercilessly plucked.
The Beauty of the Garden still remains.

When I was born.  
I was sharp and long.
Would communicate so well.
So smooth was my Journey.
across the pages so lovely.  
As time passed by
I became slow  and blunt.
Life was treating me unfair.
The pages would also tear.
Then came in the Sharpner
and Sharpened me again.

Spoken from my heart
Listen thru my soul.
And then get Rejected.

Tired as I wanted to be Tired.  
Angry as I wanted to be Angry
Sad as I wanted to be Sad
Now having doing all that
Happy as I now want to be Happy.

Remove the darkness
to get the Light .....

No matter what we do for them
No matter how much we care
In the end they always backstab.

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

Traffic less Roads
Thoughts Over Speed.
Awesome Weather
Beautiful Music
No Destination

Rotating Sphere of Energy
Revolving all around me
Giving me all that I want
My life is like a single font.

Wanted to communicate
But was so Empty Inside
So  I kept Quite .....

Wanted to excel in Academics
But took my teachers word
that I was average.


Wanted to take part in Sports
But was sick ,weak and lethargic.

Wanted to make new Friends
But could not talk to them
Out of fear and Rejection.

I was a loner till the end ...
Just wished I could amend.

I sweep the dirt on the floor ...
    To see my reflection furthermore.
A Storm comes without restrain.
     Making the floor ***** again...

Ab bas bhi karau

Mujhe aur us nazaar  
sai mat daikhau.

**** tau pehli sai hi tadaap rahi thi
Ab Ruh bhi tadap rahi hai.  

Ab Bas bhi Karau.

Mujhe ab khuch
bhi na kahau.

Awaaz tau meri pehli sai bandh thi
Ab Dil kai Dadkanai band hau raha hai.

Ab Bas bhi Karau.

For Decades I am Silent ...
Not that I cannot Speak ...
Not that I cannot Fight Back...
Not that I cannot debate ...
But only because
I value My Time &
Certain Relationships which
I value more than my Life.

In a small workshop
Nuts and Bolts in a Box.
So Happy together.
Then came the Fitter
Dropped the Box.
Gathered All
Except for One Nut.  
For He was Lost
Under the Rack.
So Alone So Sad.
Every day ...
He Patiently waits
When the Fitter will
Drop the Box Again ....

Different Cars.
Different Speeds.
Different Lanes.

Same Destination.

Passages to your Soul....
Complete and Whole....
Firm and Delicate...
Air Resonate....
Randomly Flare....
Beautifully I Swear.  
Lost in that Maze
Desires Raise
Trapped Infinitely
So Intimately

..
.....
........
...........

In the end nothing matters...

Mountains and Bridges.
Converting Thoughts to Action.  
Lost  in the  Dense Forest for a while.
Saw Life from a different perspective.
Took Shelter in a Cave.
Experiance the warmth of your love.  
Then Got drenched in the Rains...
which took away the past and  pain.
Came across a Beautiful Oasis.
Which was filled with Roses.  
The Journey further continues with more passion and aggressiveness.

Bodies Dance
Minds Write
Souls Pray.

I am the actor
I am the Producer
I am the Director
And I am the Audience too.

Language , Music
Beliefs, Clothes,
Food, Birth Place,
Games, Attitudes,
Cultures, Wealth,
Possessions and Land.
and many more ......  

This Place is being divided every time where once we were all made equal and were united as one  Race and now we keep on fighting among ourselves.

The Facilitators  also need Facilitation
To facilitate the ones ....
Who  cannot be facilitated ...
In order to facilitate more ..

Wet *** Holed  Roads
Random Traffic Snarls
Light and Dark
Beautiful Weather
Enjoying the Journey
The End does not matter.

Somethings are  too precious
Delicate to handle.
Should be Untouched.

From Start to End
They Flow with Many or Few Bend.  
Sometimes they Dry ....

Do not let the Sun Rise
Trust me and no one otherwise.
Let there be darkness.
So that I cant see your True Face.

Tired of walking across the Circumfrance.
Skipping  to another Shape
Hope its not a Circle Again.

I was anxious  and excited ...
Tired yet Energetic ...

The Next Phase of my life..
An addition to me and my wife...

Those few hours
will always be remembered
When  I was completely tensed.  

Finally the time came.
Heard  It was a Boy.
My Sweet Bumdle  of Joy.

After thanking the All  Mighty
I finally cried and cried.

Some moments later
They got my Son
With Tears in my Eyes
I finally took him in my Hands

As soon as my hands touched him..
He woke up and gave me a sweet smile.  

It seems just like it happened today.
Seventeen Years have passed away.  

That Day a Son became a Dad.

After decades I had found you
Saw a true friend in you.
Adored you
Admired you.
Trusted you.
Thought about you.
Days and Months passed.  
Years have  passed.
Did not understand the Reality
Was blinded completely.  
Finally Understood.
That it has ended.  

All I ask now.  
Why me ?
Already Broken.
Now completely Broken .....

Life
Happy
Zeal
Care Free

Fear

Sad
Loner
Tears

Fighter

Social
Happy
Lies
Deceits
Rejected
Ignored

Sad
Loner
Empty

Waiting
Lifeless

An Internal Battle
At times External ..
Surviving the Day
Tortured at Night.

Waiting for this to End ...

Kabhie Aisa Waqt thaa
Jab Hum apni dil ki baat
bataa saktai thai.  
Aaaj ....

Khair Rehnai Dau.......

Kabhie Aisa Waqt thaa
Jab Hum bekhauf baat
kar saktai thai.  
Aaaj .....

Khair Rehnai Dau .......

Ehsaas aab huwa hai ki
Na aap badal saktai hai
Na hum.
Gham  hai to isssi baat ki ....

Khair Rehnai Dau .....

Fruits and Flowers.
Leaves and Branches.
Sometimes Broken
Sometimes Stolen
Yet it Remains
Rigid and Strong
Right or Wrong

Strings Broken
Loud Noise
Finally Free.

Out of the many races we run
One of them is companionship
where both are compatible
Running together
Sometimes one in front
Sometimes the other
Maintaining a small distance.
Over the years one may became tired
while the other may not.  
The Distance increases
when a time comes
Either one  becomes Slow
And the other one
Runs away too  Far...

The Wild Rains have visited Again.
Randomly Ravishing with no Strain

Beautiful Potholes once Again
Round and Oval near the Drain.

Such awesome sight are these Craters.
The Credit goes to those Contractors.

Even the cake is cut gently. ....