Between ifs and whys,  
Life's questions softly whisper,  
Truths in doubt arise.

Lonely on the shelf it stayed,  
Old and dusty, cracks displayed.  
Untouched until a hand did pry,  
And in its grasp, it broke to die.

Kya baat hai Merai Dost.
Ghar bhi Bananna Hai
Aur Darwaza Bhi Nahi.

Ghar bhi Bananna Hai
Aur Darwaza Bhi Nahi.

Yeh Kaisi Hi Teri Dosti.
Dost Banna Chahatai Hai Dosti Nahi

In the end ...
I walk alone ...

Keep the Arrows coming
Here and There Everywhere.
My Body will be my Shield.

No matter which Era we belong.
There was and is always a War…
Some for Pieces of Land…
Some for their Belief's…
Some for Resources….
Some for Power…..

No one wins.
Everyone Looses.
What is left is Memories…
Broken Homes and Hearts.
Some filled with Revenge.
Some just waiting for this to End.  

Lessons still not learnt from the Past.
Each side simply justifies their actions.
We also then move on with our lives.
As if nothing had happened.

Tehri Woh Muskurahat Kai Liyea
Mai Tadapta Hu.
Tehri Woh Chaan Alfazo Kai Liyea
Mai Tadapta Hu.
Tehri Woh Khuch Lamhi Kai Liyea
Mai Tadapta Hu.

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

Maybe
I still cant See
What is to be Seen.

I wipe off the sand.
To see clear.  
Comes again  the Sand Storm.

In the darkest hour of the night
I woke up to the strange noises

Just to see you besides my side.
So glowed your beautiful face

Asleep you were but
Your soul was awake.  

The calling was too great to be ignored.

Communicated with it completely
Until we  felt absolutely not lonely.  

The Soul was now finally satisfied.
And her  beauty got personified.

I then woke up to the strange noise again.
To find out that I was alone in my
Domain.

Walking Infinitely
Tired and Exhausted
Came near the River
Beautifully She Flows
Gently Bent Down
Quench his Thirst.
Infinite Happiness and Peace
Roared Loudly
The Journey Continues

Many bottles on the tables,  
All properly labeled, clear,  
Yet contents hidden, veiled within,  
Their secrets disappear.  
  
Some hold water, pure and plain,  
Some with wine refined,  
Juices sweet in some you'll find,  
While others stand confined.  
  
A few are lifted, sipped with joy,  
Their purpose fulfilled with ease,  
But many sit in silent wait,  
Left alone, to only tease.  
  
Some are empty, void of worth,  
Disappointment's quiet toll,  
For not all bottles, neatly placed,  
Can satisfy the soul.

Some are stuck.
Some move up.
Some move down.

Ego acts as a fuel ..
You Burn Eternally...

Some Big .
Some Small.
Some Complete
Some Broken.
Some of Steel
Some of Clay
Some of Wood
Some of Gold.

Trying Hard to fix the Leak.
Successful in one place.
Leakages in the other .

Hot  I was when I came
Cold they told me became , So I became.  

Later they told me you are so Cold
So I melted and became Hot again.

Now when I am hot I burn myself and others as well.  
Now no one cares if I am hot or cold.

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.

Strong Winds
  Heavy Rains
All the Trees Sway
  Except One.
Tired of Being Strong
Wants to Break.

Sunny day,  
Crowded street,  
Distributing dates,  
Pictures taken,  
Published on social media.  

I urge you to stop this,  
Charity is great  
When done from the heart,  
Not publicized,  
But quietly felt.  

Let the act itself  
Be the light,  
Not the shadow  
Of recognition.  
True kindness needs no stage,  
Only the sincerity  
Of a giving hand.

Four and Three - Forty Three
End of this wonderful Journey.

Though Every Land has its own charm.
But Germany is Germany.  
From Dusseldorf to Heilbronn
From Cologne to Berlin
From Frankfurt to Stuttgart
Every place is as appealing as it was
And now even more.  
This place is so unique.
That it may take a life time
To Explore it.

O Bewafaa
Yeh Aap  Nai Kya Kiya ...
Bewaajaa Dai De
Mujhe Aisee Sazaa.
O Bewafaa.

O Bewafaa
Itni bhi Kya Naraazgi Thi.
Labhau Kai  Alfaaz Sai
Dil Hi Nasuur Kar Diya
O Bewafaa

O Bewafaa
Dard Kai Samundaar Mai
Ab Taair Raha Hu Mai.
Dubnai Ka Intezaar Hai.
O Bewafaa

You are so lovely as the Moon.
I am so Bright as the Sun.
Waiting now for the Eclipse.

5 Little Birds Sitting on the Tree.
Named A , B , C ,D and E.
All Lived in Peace and Harmony.  
Till Came another one called P.
Not much place for he could See.
So had to kick one just to be.
Saw the weakest one was B.  
So Clever and Smart was he.
Spread Lies and Hatred against B.  
After B , it was A , C, D and E.

Un  khatalaana  aankhon ka meri ruh ko parosna.  
Un nazuuk paikar  pai woh zulfon ka bosa dena.

Un  zulfon  sai  hamai aur na tadpau ||
Un khobsurat bai ahang   natnaai ko aur na phulaau ||.

Dil kai  dhadkanein aur na badhao ||
Un lal hauta sai woh alfaaz kya nikla ||
Hum nai phir sai ishq karna seek liyaa  ||

There is always a tinge of
Illogic    In Logic.

Just like the Car needs Fuel.
   Just like the Road needs the Car.
I need you.

Ai Adam Ki Aulaad.
Tu Kaun Hai ?
Jau Itna Akkad Tha Hai Tu ?
Apni Maal Par
Ya Apni Hasiyaaat  Par
Ya Apni Hunaar Par

Tujhe Lagta hai ki Jau Khuch Hai
Woh Terai Wajai Sai hai ?
Itna Ghamand Kyu ?
Jabki Tujhai Yeah Maluum Hai
Ki Sab Khuch Apnai Rab Kai Wajai Sai hai.  


Phir bhi Tum “I” ya “We”
itnai Aasani sai laga daita hau.
Jaisai Tujhai Khuch Malum Nahi Hai.

Being Honest was never easy.
Eventually we loose many.

The moment the  truth is spoken.
They brand you as outspoken.

Expect to be completely open.
They leave you heartbroken.

Sometimes …..

The Bulb is invented
Before the Electricity came.

Why so much of hatred … ?
Why are you burning ?
Is it that you hate yourself …
In the Fire you will not only burn others.
But end up burning your self and your loved ones too.
Have you not realised that  Ego needs this desperately.
Especially where there is peace.
So that there is a collective of the one.
Which only goes astray in the process
And ends up burning itself.

Even now there is time.
Let go of the Hatred
My Friend My Brother My Sister.
Let go of the past and
Lets live the moment in peace.
As such there is so little time.

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

Since there is no place to go
All one can do is go with the flow….

Work is going extremely slow.
All one can do is go with the flow….

The current phase of life is  low
All one can do is go with the flow …. .

Stuck  with people who i harldy know.
All one can do is go with the flow …..

Stagantion at its best....
This place is like a nest ...
Wanna Break Free and Fly .....
Explore all under the sky.
As the Endless Time goes by ...
Every moment I just try..
Waiting for that one Moment
Where Initial Inertia is Overcome.

Akailapan  ka ehsaas hauta hai har waqt ||
Din  gujaar jaatai hai par raat hautai hai  saqt ||.

Apni dil ki baat ka izhaar mai kissai kahu aab. ||
Sunnai wala aab koi nahi hai siwai mairaa rab.  ||

In a realm of endless doors, seekers roamed,
Some embraced the light, others the shadows, stars they comb.

Yet a lone traveler, wise and keen,
In the myriad doors, found unity unseen.

To converse ...
I Wrote.  
Now I am Broke

Stop !
Apple Trees can’t be found in Desserts.

Why is it that people come ?
Stay a while...
And then slowly just leave.

Most of them are found in Jungles.
A few in the City.
    And some in Apartments too.

Your presence
kills my Presence

Some Going Up
Some Going  Down
Some Stop
Some Relax
Some Take a  Break
Some Stay
Some Run
And Some will make you fall.

The Truth is there to be found
when we put our  egoes to the ground.
So shall we truly attain
what our souls want to  sustain.

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

A Being with an Axe in Hand.  
All alone in the whole wide world.

An Old Tree was his only friend.
Giving him all to his contend.

For hours they would talk
Without any block.  

The Winter Seasons then came
The Axe was finally put to its use.  

He did not realise what he has lost.
As the wind blew those ashes across.

Some due to Roads.
Some due to Cars.
And most of them due to humans.

For the many Roads
   Trees are Cut.  
At Times Something Else too.

You may run from it.
You may simply ignore it.
You may forget it.
But when the time comes….
It will surely catch up with you.
One day or another.