Ankhon Mein !

Neend aati kahan hai ankhon mein,

Jaagta mera jahan hai ankhon mein..

Khushk koozey liye phirtay ho,

Dekho aab-e-rawaa'n hai hai ankhon mein..

Aatish-e-hijr mei jaltey jaltey,

Boht sa dhuaa'n hai ankhon mein..

Ik yehi aas salamat rakhna,

Vasl ka gumaa'n hai ankhon mein..

Ghazal !

Shab ki ra'naiyaan hen pukaren usko,

Sab hi veraniyaan hen pukaren usko...

Vo jo zehn-o-dil mei sama sa gaya hai,

Meri parchaiyaan hen pukaren usko...

Sukoon-o-qaraar sab le gaya hai voh,

Ajab betaabiyaan hen pukaren usko...

Ye um'r, aur shaukh-e-tanha safri,

Ku dil ki galiyaan hen pukaren usko...

Dost..!

Meri zindagi k iss safar mei

Ik dost aisa mila mujhe

Meine jiska haath thaam kr

Usey apna 'Khuda' maan kr

Ik naya safar shru kia

Jal utha chahat ka dia

Phr wehshato'n ne janam lia

Mujhe betaha'sha bekal kia

Meine socha usko keh hi dun

Jo kashmakash zehn-o-dil mei hai

Phr khayal ayaa ke

Yun usay na pareshaa'n karon

Haal-e-dil bayaa'n karon

Ya ussay kuch na kahon?

A Way Out...

This picture makes me want to write about it. I think the creativity within it is what actually makes me scratch my sweaty head (thanks to the increasing electricity failure in this scorching heat), and ponder upon the true essence of this picture. So here goes my discussion to myself...

'Do I happen to like because it's different?'

'Hell, yes!'

'That all?'

'Umm... well, there's more.'

'And that is?'

'The fact that I can relate'

'Yes, now we're talking'

'It makes me believe that there's always A WAY OUT :)

TuM...!

Mujhe tum achey lagtey ho
Boht hi pyare lagtey ho
Tumharey honton pe hai jo khilti
Vo shoq o chanchal si muskurahat
Mujhe betaab karti hai
Rooh shadaab karti hai..!!
Tumhari ankhon k dhundlakon mei
Nami ki halki si jhalak bhi
Mujhe to maar deti hai
Ajab azaar deti hai..!!
Haan jana, ab kabhi jo
Tumhare dil ko chott pohanche
Qasam hai tumhe na palkain bheegona
Hazaar chaho mager na rona
Tum bas ab ke ik kaam karna
Tamaam ansu mere naam karna!!

MuHaBaT...!

Muhabat meRa masla hai
Isay mai hal to kar lungi
Hisaar-e-zaat ko torongi
Us yaad ghur ko chorongi
Mager jana
Tum apni socho
Kuch apni zaat ko khojo
Bin mere
Har sans ulhaaj paregi
Har yaad tumse lareygi
Aur us par..
Ghazab mere khatt
Jinka har ek lafz
Tumharey zehn-o-wajdaa'n mei
Ab tak to rach basa hai..
Ik jaal ban chala hai
Tumse jo keh raha hai
Ab k in yadon se
Kachey pakey wadon se
Pyare kaisey nikloge??

InsOmNia

A sleeping disorder - that keeps u up all night long. that's what a lay man would think of it. for me its a lot more. its a state that makes me shudder with the intensity of unshed tears, that makes me want to shout YOUR name to the walls that stare at me in the dark!

"Why, O Why?" is what I keep questioning. but there isn't any answer. all that is visible is blackness. a space that nags at my soul, a voice that haunts me over n over...

"Should I turn to you for help?"