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

Mesmerised by your smile...
Just started to compile.
Made me realise after a while.
What has made you smile.

As long as you have that Mask On.
You can go as long as you want.

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.

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.

Tu Nai Kaisee Azmayeez Mai
Daal Diya Ya Rab.

Siwai Intezaar Kai Aur Khuch Nahi
Kar Saktai Hum Sab.  

Pura Barausaa Hai Tuj Par
Puri Umeed Hai Tuj Par.  

Bas Aur Maat Tadpaa Unhai.
Bulai Lai Jald Sai Jald Terai Paas.

Some Fires are lit
To be Extinguished.

What is yours will always be ...
There is nothing otherwise to see ...
Those who backstab will also face ...
Time and Again I have won the race...
For decades I have been very quite
I Swear you have still not seen my might.
Dont ever challenge me again
For I can also play the game
and  make you insane.

Why Build it
When we will  
not walk on it.

In search for happiness.
I found sadness.
In search for truth
I found lies.
In Search for Peace
I found conflict.
I just want to be lost
To be found....

Wonder why we all bleed the same colour ?
Wonder why we all sound the same
when we cry ?
Wonder why we all feel the same pain
when we get hurt ?
Wonder why we all cant see anything
when we get blind ?
Wonder why we all cant hear  anything when we get deaf ?

Yet we still keep on fighting among ourselves.

And then what ?

Hiding  behind the transparent veil
Sweet Mischievous moments  prevail.

Mysteriously and  Magical for sure
Perfectly Sculpted to the core

As light  drops from the skies.
The infinite darkness in it dies.

As the wait comes nearly to the end of the night.
Thirsty eyes are quenched by the beautiful sight.

Many Paths…
Same Destination…
Quickly we all move.  
And always  fight
In Order to prove
That we are Right.

Old Memories of that Special Day …
That Old City Venue ..
Relatives and Friends.  
That Peace and Calm
Changing our Lives for Ever …
Nervous and Excited
As we started our New Journey.  

Twenty One Years of Love and Understanding.
Twenty One Years of Low and High.

Seems like Yesterday.

Absence of Thoughts ….
Absence of Actions ……
Absence of Love …..
Absence of Hatred …
Absence of Appreciation ….
Absence of Happiness …
Absence of Everything ….

Sometimes its the place
Sometimes its the Sequence
Sometimes its the Speed
Sometimes its the Randomness
Sometimes nothing
Sometimes Everything.

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.

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 ?

वह भाई वह

बारिश मे भीगने का
लुफ्त भी उठाना है
और भीगने का भी नहीं
वह भाई वह

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.

Apart from Clothes ,
Now Even our Minds
Get Washed and Dry Cleaned.
As good as New.

Some just want to prove
they are  Right and not wrong.

Some want to be unique
To be noticed in a crowd.  

Some just keep quite
Blaming everyone for their plight.

Some just impose.
Either by love or by force.

Some simply dont care
And move on and on.

Some exploit others
For their own gains.

Some just observe
And wonder what is to be done.

Enough is Enough
When this will be end.

Some in our Minds
Some in our Hearts.
Some in our Eyes
Some in our Dreams.  
Some in Cages
Some in Pages.
Some in Frames
And Some in Bodies .....

Walking on this path is easy |
Let go....Let go....Let go....
Walking on this path is smooth |
Go Slow Go Slow Go Slow.....

Aaisi Sazaa Mujhe Na Dai
Jau Mujhe Bulandi par Pahauchai.
Aur Khuch Waqt Baad
Mujhe Wapis Sai Nichai Pahauchai.

Ussai Behtaar Tau Woh
Nicchai Ka Maakaam Hi Sahi.
Jissmai Khushi Tau Hai
Girnai ka Dard  Tau Nahi.

Infinite journey,  
Arrives, lives, then fades away..
Memory's erased.…

I  came out
From my  House
Saw many Doors.
Some were Open
Some were Locked
Some were Small
Some were Large
Sone were Broad
Some were Narrow.
Some were Inviting
Some were Repulsive.
It was very cold out there
Had to go somewhere.
Knocked on some
Welcomed by some
Thrown out by some
Came back to my own
Back to where I belonged.

This Garden needs to be watered
    Every Single Day.

जिसने कहा कि मेरे पास कुछ नहीं हैं।
उसके पास हि  सबसे ज़्यादा होता है।

Na  Mujhe Maut Sai Darr Lagta Hai
Na Mujhe Junglee Janvaar Sai.
Na Muhje Koi Bimari Sai
Na Mujhe Koi Hadsaa Sai
Lagta Hai Tau Sirf  Insaan Sai.

At times Wonder
Was Religion made
To check on ones Ego !!!

And Yes …
It has started already.  
But as usual
we are deaf , dumb and blind.
And carry on with our lives.

And Yes …
The time has come.
Where no one cares
for anyone except themselves.

Either this Line
Or That Line.  
Be it you or me or them.
The End is the same.
Then why do they all justify
Their End and the path.
They curse each other.
They just Hate each other.  
They constantly fight with each other.
Not knowing that the end is the same.  

Blindfolded ,
Educated.
Ignorant fools
Rich or Poor.  
Here or there.  
Everywhere.
They all act the same.  
Defending their so called Actions.

And some are helpless,
full of pain just by watching them.
Aware that they cant do anything.
But simply just watch and bear them.

Such a beautiful world it was.
Such a peaceful place it was.
Reduced to a place full of lines
Filled with Deceit and Lies.
To each his own they say.

Where are we going now
Simply watch and scroll.
And Forget it immediately.
As if nothing has happened
Even when millions die.

Hearts once soft have became hard.
That nothing now moves us.
Reduced to Emotionless Life Forms
Assisted by Artificial Intelligence.
Are we really alive I wonder

Make up your Mind —
You are everything but Blind —
We were so much aligned —
Memories I may not Remind.—-
Cant leave them Behind. — -
I do understand your mind.
But you cant leave me Quarantined.

Just as the Sea
Hits the Rocks
To make it Pure
Your Aura hits me too.

Paths  after Paths.
Diversions Many
Took Some
Dead End  Few
End of the Road Now

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 .....

Judge me not
When I open myself to you.
It hurts.

Roshni mai Jaanai  Sai
Roshan Nahi Hau Jaata Hai.

In the realm of light and shade, voices ceaselessly collide,
One whispers "Yes," one firmly "No," from within they can't hide.
LinkedIn, Facebook, Instagram, they add to the refrain,
And when they pause, we dream, where data flows like rain.

Amid dreams' dance of sweet and nightmarish flights,
Lies a moment so still, revealing Creator's insights.
Vibrations in our essence, they guide and they steer,
Attracting and repelling, responding to what we hold dear.

In this hush, when no one speaks or claims their right,
The universe's whispers reveal their cosmic light.
We unlock the power to achieve, to dream, to soar high,
In humble acceptance, we find the credit need not lie.

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.

Are we not pieces in this Infinite Jigsaw.
Endlessly trying to fit in where we belong…
Some find their places at once.
Some  can never find their place.
And then this game ends.
Where some Puzzles are finished.
And Some Remain Incomplete.

In the realm of tea, a profound analogy emerges, where the tea itself embodies the essence of the soul, while the cup serves as the vessel that houses this precious elixir. Just as the soul defines the very core of a being, it is the tea that holds the true essence, flavor, and character of the experience.

Like the soul, the tea exudes a captivating aroma that dances delicately upon the senses, drawing us in with its alluring fragrance. It is through this aroma that the tea reveals its true nature, enticing us to explore its depths and embark on a journey of taste and enlightenment.

As we take the first sip, the flavors of the tea gently caress our taste buds, awakening dormant sensations and invoking a symphony of taste. Each sip becomes a communion with the soul of the tea, as its unique flavor profile unfurls and captivates our palate. It is in these moments of intimacy that we forge a profound connection with the very essence of the tea itself.

Just as the soul animates the body, the tea animates the cup, infusing it with life and purpose. The cup, a vessel of beauty and elegance, serves as the conduit through which the tea connects with the tangible world. Its form and design may enhance the aesthetic pleasure of the tea-drinking experience, but it is the tea, the soul within, that truly imparts meaning and significance.

While the cup may vary in shape, size, and material, it is ultimately a vessel that carries and presents the tea, much like the body houses the soul. Like the body, the cup provides a tangible form, but its true value lies in its ability to hold and showcase the essence within.

Thus, just as the soul transcends the limitations of the body, the tea transcends the vessel that contains it. It is the tea, with its depth, character, and the journey it takes us on, that truly matters. The cup merely serves as a humble companion, honoring and showcasing the beauty of the tea within.

In the realm of tea appreciation, let us not forget that the true essence lies in the tea itself, much like the soul is the essence of our being. Let us cherish and honor the tea, allowing its soulful flavors to nourish our senses and elevate our spirits, for it is the tea that matters more than the cup.

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

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.

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

Ya Khuda.  Yeh Kaisee Hai Yeh Mauziza.
Barsaat kai woh Paak Khatrai
Yeh Pyaasi Zaameen Par Girtai.
Khuch Talau Mai
Khuch Dariya Mai
Khuch Nadi Mai
Aur Khuch Gutter Mai.
Paani Ki Paakeezaa Mai
Yeah Kaisai Tabdelee Aaati Hai.  
Khuch Paak Rehtai Hai
Aur Khuch Na Paak Hau Jaati Hai.

पानी की तलाश में मैंने प्रारंभ किया, मेरे दिल के खोज का प्रयास,मासूमियत, मेरा मार्गदर्शन, मैंने बेहतर की उम्मीद की।

लेकिन प्यास की क्रूर गिरफ्त ने मुझे अपने वश में किया,
ऐसे मार्ग की ओर ले जाती है जिसे मैं नहीं देख पा रहा था।

इच्छा के प्रेरणा से प्रेरित, मैंने एक अत्यंत विचार को अपनाया,
जो सुखद होने का वादा करता है, लेकिन इसकी गिरफ्त मुझे सताई।

जब जीवन के अंधकार में और अधिक गहराई में मैं बढ़ा,
उसके पाथ, मेरे जीवन को जकड़ लिया।

आखिरकार, यह एक ऐसा सफर है जो हमारी आत्मा को खा जाता है,हमें खाली छोडकर, एक खोखला खाई छोड़कर।