my good sher

" woh dard bhi pyaara hai jo khud se door kar de mujhe,
ke teri yaad bhi tanhaii me ab jeene nahi deti"

"itna keh kar hi mude the ki dard-e-dil kya samjhe ge hum,
ke bas ek anshu challak kar kadmon pe unke gir gaya"

"pehle rakha tha palak pe aur fir ye tod diya,
humne to dil hi diya tha, ab khilona ho gaya"

"jab bhi nikle uski gali se log hum pe haste hi mile
dekh mohobbat teri gali me fir se ruswa hone chale"

"yakeen bhi karte hai aur imtehaan lete hain,
jane kiss haq se ye log khuda ka naam lete hai ?"

What are words unheard and unsaid
The feel of love innocent but afraid
When lips move but holding it back
Prayers in whispers but it still lacks
What is Devine that you cannot see?
No miracle better than a deed, no god better than me
Because the loved who sits above, greatness he will do
But won’t do for rightness sakes, what can be done by me and you
No power in words and there be no god
Glory lies still untouched; one just needs to take the road
Braves rest in peace in the lap of their land
Their stories fly free in air as feathers and sand

mutthiyon me band mohobat mili kabhi,
kissi ki good me sir rakha aur maa toh chahat mili kabhi,
paa liya har rang tera humne yun e zindgi
ki meikade me pyaas mili toh dard me rahat mili kabhi

I'll be yours again..

all more painful seasons came,
all more painful seasons gone,
time and people all have change
what does not change is me being alone

days pass long in tired eyes
nights die hard in silent cries

how could this have happened to us
everything without you now just seems wrong
i wish i could have stopped you here
i wish you could have taken me along

every breath now feels heavy
its only you, else i can't talk about
why it bleeds and pains inside
why i feel teared to keep my heart out

loose you and survive i can't
i wish you'd have taken me along
but its a promise of every tear of mine
I'll be yours again, as i fade away with time
I'll be yours again, as i fade away with time

“Page of her notebook”

It was when I was crossing the compartments of the train to reach mine, I saw his face, it was not too smart, cute might be but there was something else in that face, it was like a face taken out of a sketch book of some artist only prominent outline, clear and sparkling eyes, soft lips like you might leave a spot when touch, and rest no line, no spot, just his face, there was something in it, our eyes met and then suddenly I was not able to take it off, that perfection a flawless creation of god.
But thinking about his face only I went ahead for my coach but by luck the shutter was down, I had to return but when I was passing by there was feel within don’t know what as I crossed him I heard someone say “looking for something dear girl?” though he might have been 26 or 27, and I am sure it was not his voice but I turned and looked at him and suddenly I realized god I can’t be that stupid to keeping staring him again, he was looking at me too but still no smile no anger no attitude just a picture of perfection a softness staring back at me, I realized an uncle sitting in front of him was talking to me, about what I don’t know I was dumb founded, I told him that I need to go to ac-2 for Jabalpur but shutters down. He told me “you have to wait for Mathura till then train won’t stop , why don’t you sit with us on this seat as we are also not having a confirmed seat”(yes, all those who have had no luck that day or some who were lucky like me to get a waiting no.), I said ok normally but inside was busting with laugh , god is great me and him just sitting face to face, just to make sure for how many minutes I can see him more I asked the uncle “how many hours will it take for Mathura to come?”, god was with me as he said “at least 3 hours beta” and then that statue gave an acknowledging smile, I could have gone down on my knees and started praying to god for being so generous if I could have but thought later
I cant forget his coming from behind and keeping his hand on my shoulders and asking “so, what can I get for you”, the first words of his, that he spoke to me, just before and after a series of smiles, sometimes on sharing the place with no’s increasing, sometimes on stupidity of others, sometimes on such a beautiful and romantic weather, sometime on his hairs flying and coming on his face, and other times just don’t know why, I still see the same face when I close my eyes , I want to touch it, to kiss those eyes, to touch those lips, to touch his cheeks, to sit with his arms around, but that’s all I am left with the image of love, memory of a face and nothing else, no name, no., just this much that the love of god leys in Delhi.