वो इस साल की सबसे सर्द रात थी,
इक सुक़ून का चादर और कुछ सिलवटें भी,
इक पुराना रिश्ता, एक नयी अनुभूति, कुछ जादू सा था,
वो दुनिया का सबसे मेहफ़ूज़ और नायाब घेरा था,
मोहब्बत का इंद्रजाल था, सुकून से सरोबार था,
ख़ुद को खोने की ख़ुशी थी,
खुद को और खुद में तुमको पाने पाने का एहसास था,
तुम ही तुम थे और बस चारो तरफ तुम्हारा ही नूर था,
आलिंगन में आरोहन की अनुभूति में बस सब कुछ चूर था,
वो नूर, वो सुरूर, मेरी मोहब्बत, बस जलवा-ऐ-तूर था....

तुमने कहा, हमने सुना
की तुम्हारे शौक़ बदल गए है,
तुमने जो नहीं कहा, हमने वो भी सुना
की तुम्हारी हर महफ़िल, आज भी अधूरी है। 

कैसी हाय, कितना तौबा

हर किस्सा माखौल लगता है,
हर आह कोलाहल
ये कैसी सरज़मीं है
जहाँ कोई न ज़िन्दगी के सही मायनो का कायल

आँखों के रंग, रंगों की नज़र

हज़ार रंग देखे,
सहस्त्रो रंग देखूं,
तुम्हारे साथ देखे,
बस तुम्हारे संग देखूं।



Hazaar rang dekhe,
sahastro rang dekhun,
Tumhare saath dekhe,
Bas tumhare sang dekhu. 

Lost yet found

She never knew what she was looking for,
Probably that's why she never knew what to look for, who to ask, grab when it was before her, know she had achieved it, go on, all happy and smug.
Then she realised, she din't really want anything specific, just something that caught her fancy.
Such fanciful thinking, such a waste of life...

All that glitters

She excitedly bought some fancy lights but on reaching home she never managed to put them up. They have been lying there, in their packing, for months now. Holding inside them the promise of many colourful hues and moments.
Maybe the darkness is too dense for the lights to combat. Maybe she wants to keep them hidden from the clutches of the enormous darkness around them.
For now, both she and the lights, breathe the darkness, day and night, hoping and somewhere knowing that there will be a time for those magical lights and the moments spent their warm glow.

Sleepless in anticipation, excitement

Most people gear up for something grand by catching up on some much needed sleep and waking up fresh and replenished. Not me. I remember going for my most important assignments, interviews, dates, journeys and the likes, wide awake from the night before. Inspite of being too old to understand how utterly stupid it is, the anticipation of what lies in store just does not allow me the liberty of even a few winks. Life's passing just too fast before our eyes, sleeping and waking up for something substantial just does not seem like giving the occasion its rightful due. Having said that pardon me if I have ever met or meet you with seemingly bloodshot, dreamy eyes, they might have been stretched beyond their might, just for you...

Yaadein aur unka thaur thikana

Yaadein kahan rehti hai? Dil mein, na, waha to pyaar rehta hai, armaan rehte hain. Dimaag mein, bilkul nahi, waha to mahatvakanshaon ke dera jama hua hai. Yaadein rehti hain un shehron mein jinhe hum chor chale hain, jaha se hum aage badh gaye hain. kuch akeli yaadein, kuch yaadon ka taana baana in shehron ki un galiyon mein, un jaghon pe rehte hain jaha hum they, hamari kahani thi, chahe poori ya adhuri.

In yaadon ke saath ek tees rehti hai. Jo beet gaya aur hamesha ke liye kho gaya uska ek ajeeb sa dard rehta hai. Har baar jab us sheher ka zikr hota hai, us tees mein ek nayi uttejna aati hai.
Ye saare ehsaas dabe chupe un shehron ki galiyon mein baithe rehte hain aur anayaas hi kabhi, aa kar peeth pe dhap kar jaate hain, bilkul waise jaise chupam chupaai ke khel mein. Zoron se dil dhadak sa jaata hai, dil mein kuch toot jaata hai aur wo tukda yaadon ki taano baano mein ulajh jaata hai. Yahi to yaadein jaan leti bhi hain aur zinda bhi rakhti hain. Ek haath todti bhi aur dusre toote hue ko sambhal bhi leti hain. Sach hi to hain ki yaadein hi jeevan ki amulya nidhi hain, ye to ho to hai kya aakhir aapke paas...
Asankhya khatti mitthi yaadon ka taanabaana aapko muwassar aur mubarak ho...

Eternity

Nothing lasts forever, least of all love.

At least as we know it....

Destined

Some of us are destined to be peacocks,
pretty and all about pleasure.
Some others are destined to be phoenixes,
to burn and rise, only to burn and rise again
a magical self-consuming dance till eternity...

Amor

He can't take you anywhere, if you don't wanna go
He can't take your breath away, If you don't really want so..

I could be seventeen or  I could be seventy.
I could be in a crowd or somewhere all alone.
I could have something to reach out other than only my thoughts or maybe not.
I could be screaming out to you or I could be gagging.
I could, I should, I most probably would.
But I fear my voice would be really feeble.
I fear I might be too far away, in terms of both earshot and attention.
I will still try reaching out with that muffled voice.
But I fear you will not be able to hear.

My tears, your lullaby

I can cry you a river, I can drown you in its sea,
I can be what scares you but that won't really be me.
Spice is what I always brought,
Salt is what you always sought,
You said it's not always sugar and spice and all that's nice,
So how are these a constant; my wounds and this salt and ice?

I have always wanted to be a princess, wear a tiara and be the centre of your universe.
But wishes are little fishes that swim beautifully in the pond of desires.
They look pretty, mesmerising, titillating by being so near yet so far.
They give birth to desire that culminates into disappointment and finally despair.
The fishes can shimmer from a distant galaxy, light up my universe but from an arm's length.
You rock your universe while I shall go be my own princess.
Thank you....

Of sweet nothings, amor Senor!

So much in love, always, ever since, forever. Hopelessly smitten, even with warm abrasive tears assaulting the cheeks. Happiness in love, love in happiness, loving the happiness, happy for all the love. Love songs, making sense always, all the time. When you hand over those special somethings around dear Lord, ensure that you drop love in my kitty. Don't gimme hope, its elusive, makes you wait, at times till an eternity or what seems like it. Don't gimme courage, it has made martyrs and fools out of men alike. Don't gimme fame and fortune, the former brings unprecedented lonliness and enemies and the latter a false sense of security.
Just hand me the love. Years back I would have asked you for the kind that did not cheat hurt or manipulate but now no such limitations no more. Just give me the power to love in any and every situation. It will be my salvation, my chain of Buddha moments when I can look and feel beyond the power of another individual to hurt and just return pure unadulterated love. Its a favour to oneself when another's actions induce belittling anger, resentment and scores of alien hateful feelings.
Help me hold on to the love, its my faith, its my hope, its my street to salvation. It is probably all I have got. 

Dum Ali more angna daras dikha

Have loved this song and have been looking for its lyrics since eternity. After a lot of searching around I thought of doing the honours myself as I came across so many posts and questions here and there inquiring where these lyrics could be found. Enjoy!

Ali more angna daras dikha dum ali more angna daras dikha
Ishq mein tere jogan ban gayi (2)
Dil mera dole, eee heyy eyyeee
Cham cham bole payaliya mori payaliya re
Ali more angna daras dikha dum ali more angna daras dikha

Rahon mein teri palken bichaun (2)
Haan main tere sadke jaaun (2)
Vajf mein aakar main jhumungi (2)
Haan chaukhat teri chumungi main (2)

Ishq mein tere jogan ban gayi (2)
Dil mera dole, eee heyy eyyeee
Cham cham bole payaliya mori payaliya re
Ali more angna daras dikha dum ali more angna daras dikha (2)

Sun le araj tu ek birhan ki (2)
Haan raunak ban dil aangan ki (2)
Daaman dil khushiyon se saja de (2)
Haan meri wafa ka sila de de kuch (2)

Ishq mein tere jogan ban gayi (2)
Dil mera dole, eee heyy eyyeee
Cham cham bole payaliya mori payaliya re
Ali more angna daras dikha dum ali more angna daras dikha (2)

Kitni hasi hai aamad teri (2)
Haan roshan duniya meri ab (2)
Teri deewani hu jaane habibi (2)
Haan waari jaun mehboobi main (2)

Ishq mein tere jogan ban gayi (2)
Dil mera dole, eee heyy eyyeee
Cham cham bole payaliya mori payaliya re
Ali more angna daras dikha dum ali more angna daras dikha (2)

It is nice, but it ain't all that very heartening you know.
I don't know if you would understand or have ever felt the same.
It is a strange feeling, something like wearing a custom made dress and spilling over
or indulging in that favourite flavour of ice cream and not connecting with the taste.
The strangeness and the sadness around it multiplies
as you know you are dealing with a favourite here.
You know you got it custom made when you felt the fabric
picked up the buttons, chose the hemline and gave "your" measurements.
It was hand made for you, for your sensibilities,
keeping just your likes and dislikes it mind.  
Then how does it not feel as right as you always imagined it to,
as it was always supposed to?
And worst of all is the question that what exactly do you feel about it all and how exactly do you deal with it.
Do you imagine that all this is just a figment of your imagination and not a real phenomenon.
Do you tell yourself that well, things, fittings, flavours and people change and you keep breathing.
Do you doubt your past sensibilities and accuse your memory of playing tricks on you.
Or do you just go ahead and get yourself a set of new favourites and well in that case what do you do when fate and life decide to enjoy a  laugh at your expense and present you with the same set of equations & questions.    

May it be a hot afternoon, hot with passion, flushed with emotions.
May we be travelling, travelling together.
On a road less taken, for a view less seen.
May the heat be difficult, may your presence be comforting.
May the sights enrich my mind, may your love enrich my soul.
May the hands be free to exclaim, may the minds be intertwined together.
May it be one hell of a journey, may life be nothing but a journey.
May we never find a destination where we cease to believe there is more to be seen and loved.
May this ever lasting journey fill our spirits with emotions that survive and pulsate even beyond the globe.      

हमने आग लगा दी है

दरख्तों को दरकिनार करके 

कतरा कतरा करके यूँ लगायी है 

की आग भी सहम जाए ऐसी गरमाई है

अब जलो तो सही की हम तमाशा देखें

किस कदर जलते हो तुम इसका नजराना देखें 

सब कुछ हार जाने की बड़ी तलब सी जगी है

पर जो हमसे और हमपे सब हार गया 

ये महफ़िल सिर्फ उसके लिए सजी है

Loving you tears me to bits, just that I can't make up my mind about what is more romantic; pining for that unrelinquished love all my life or to run in to your arms and die there forever, live there as never.......