Saturday, April 30, 2011

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All I can remember now is his voice.His whispers to my ears are snakes on quilt..
I have become his part and not a part of mine is now left for me.I wish I could see him again as my restless eyes want some peace. I want his presence to touch my soul, to dig my heart, to freeze my breaths.The blowing breeze faints me down, takes away my sensibilities,tortures me and kills my imagination.

I am tired of faking my realities..so helpless...so ........

Friday, April 1, 2011

Chand ki katori par...

Chand ki katori par raakh sooni sooni hai
Geeli geeli ojhal si raat kahi rooth gayi..
Chup ke baithe hai wo roshandan se door
Ek tuk dekh ke chehra fer lete hai..

savera aa nahi pata unki aankho ke dayere me
ki thodi si roshni hi har taraf ghar kar gayi hai
Dhundla mausam pyara lagta hai, andhera rangeen lagta hai
uska mijaaz hi kuch waise banjara lagta hai..