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Kuch Jagah ki killat lagti hai inn akeli bheed ki galiyon main
Kuch Jagah ki killat lagti hai inn sukhi suni si ankhiyon main
Chal raha kahan tu tez bata
Ruk teher zara aur aas jata
Kuch nikal bahar aur bheed main ja
Kuch shor to sun, apni awaaz utta
Kuch jagah ki killat lagti hai inn khali neend ki ratiyon main
Kiss guud vichaar main dubba tu
Har jagah doond raha mansuba tu
Dil khol zara aur baat bata
Kuch hansi to le, mazak bana
Kuch jagah ki killat lagti hai teri inn bematlab sason main
Kuch Jagah ki killat lagti hai inn sukhi suni si aankhon main

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It's a beautiful world. It's a beautiful life. It's worth living.. A little more.. A little better.

Only Eyes Talk….

I saw her, leaning over the balcony railing. I stopped and waved at her. She waved back , smiling like the sun breaking through the clouds…

Kal raat meri aankhon ne fir mujhse ye shikayat ki

Ki fir maine teri nigahon mein kho jaane ki himakat ki

Fir bola maine khud ko ki tujhse nazrein hata loon

Ki tabhi teri kaifiyat mein mashroof meri hasraton ne mujhse khilafat ki

Who tera palkon ko utane giraane ke tevar

Fir aankhien paini kar ke kehna, “ki bus kar ghoorna”

Who tera mujhe dekh ke andekha karne ki adda

Fir aankhein badi kar ke poochna, “ki aakhir majra kya hai”

Sochta hoon yeh to samajh aata hai ki meri niyat ne kyun mujhse bagawat ki

Kal raat meri aankhon ne fir mujhse shikayat ki

Enchanted

My first ever romantic poem or shayari if you will. Don’t know where it came from I guess I must be going through one of those few warm and fuzzy moments. Believe me they seldom strike. I read this at the back of a book called “Looking for Alaska”. Alaska being the name of the girl the protagonist falls in love with.

If people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane…

Here Goes…

Tu palakein jhuka ke aankhein phair bhi le to kya, tere liye koi badi baat nahin

Tu gardan jhuka ke chehra chupa bhi le to kya, tere liye koi badi baat nahin

Uss pehli nazar ki tasveer aankhon mein liye firta hoon main

Iss umeed mein ki tu bhooley se usse dekh le ab raaton ko aankhain khol ke soya karta hoon main

Tu nazarein chupa ke yeh umeed todh bhi de to kya, tere liye koi badi baat nahin

Chahat aur khwabon ka ek alag sa rishta hota hai

Bematlab ki hassi aur khuli aankhon se bayaan hota hai

Tu aankhein mund ke yeh khwaab todh bhi de to kya, tere liye koi badi baat nahin

Ab akele mein hasta hoon mein aksar yeh soch kar

ki acha hua woh chand lamhon ki mulakat hui hi nahin, ki kuch karaar baki hai

ki mujhe dekh ke tere labon tak hassi aayi nahin, ki kuch karaar baki hai

Tu muskura kar who karaar cheen bhi le to kya, tere liye koi badi baat nahin

Love though highly unreliable, is a relentless feeling. Everyone should feel it every now and then, specially a writer. It helps you explore sides of you which you generally would not go explore. What people generally call crazy.

P.S. : For everyone lactose intolerant, you might not like this…. Very Cheesy… 

Individuality...

Solitude can only help you find yourself but individuality stands out only in a crowd...

Aakele mein Dekha Khud ko to socha maine ki Kitna adhoora hoon main

Fir nikla main apni reguzhar par, milla uss bheed se to paya Kitna poora hoon main...