I don’t know if I have the right to be..

I don’t know if I have the right to be.. but I am…

I am and I will be quite there…

There on the hill top…

On the hill top gazing..

Gazing at and through the sky…

Through the sky I see HIM,

And I wonder why..

I wonder why..

I wonder why do i..

Do I see HIM stand by…

See HIM stand by everyone along the way…

Along the way of cureing , healing, wounding, fighting, chasing, pampering, loving, bothering,accepting,denying..

Im dying..

Im dying with my thoughts that are now dim..

Now dimmed to the dark..

To the dark I lead..

I lead to the unknown path..

Unknown path of the unknown world ..

Unknown world of the unknown time..

Unknown time of the unknown ages…

I GAZE…

I ponder..

And I wonder…

I wonder how..

I wonder how did I start to write this..

This sh...it . it .it .it. it

Its just because of the way you look into my eyes....

The way your eyes look into mine,
don't know how to describe..

It's as if they know what they are searching for,
as if you know what they are hiding from,
as if they know where my strength lies,
and catches hold of it and i burst into loud cries.

i gather all the weakness,
to give it a better place,
so that you don't find it anytime next.

But its you.....
its just you...
You know the secret places of hiding my secrets
and bring out all the wet, damp and soaked drawers,
to expose it to the hot, dry sun rays.

But then they just get wet again...
Its just because of the way you look into my eyes....

You know that you worth all this....

I don't want to reduce your sorrow,
I don't want to heal your wounds,
rather i would capture your tears,
and keep them in my treasures,
so that when you look back on your happiness,
you know that you worth all of this....

बदनसीबी...

हम किसी और के हो जायें ये मुमकिन नहीं,
हम आपके साथ नहीं ये आपका नसीब नहीं।
खुदा ने मजाक बनाया हमारी बदनसीबी का,
उनकी बदनसीबी को हमारे नसीब में लिख दिया...

अपनी चीज़ बांटने में झिजक होती है...

अपनी चीज़ बांटने में झिजक होती है,
शुरुवात तो तुम्हीसे होती है,
ना जाने तुम भी हमारे हो भी के नहीं,
ये दिल और दराज कब के पराये हो चुके हैं।

They came to my cemetery....

They came to my cemetery,
and offered one stone each,
now i realize...
that there were so many stones,
that i could have built a new home with....

One only feels carefree.........

One only feels carefree,
when one knows that there is someone to care.

One only feels helpless,
when one knows there is someone to help.

One only feels like crying,
when one knows there is someone to console.

I feel lonely,
just coz i know there is also someone feeling lonely without me......