Zindagi mein bahot kam mili haii wo cheez Wo cheez jise shiddat se chaaha bepanaah Shikwa na koii gila rakhte hain aye chaman Tu ghulab apni jagah_Uski khushboo apni jagah Suna haii bin barsaat ke rutha sa tha_Dil ka ye aasmaan Toot kar chubhta raha_Mujhe woh khwaab be'wajah Meri muqaddas numaaya zindagi thi maanind e... Continue Reading →
Mizaaj e Ishq: #3. ~Nuks to unn mein hote hain…
Mere Rab ke haathon ka noor toh_ Uska chehra bataata haii
Mizaaj e Ishq: #2 ~Be’daar tha main…~
Kab main tanha tha_Mujhe hosh nahi
#1. laboN pe zikr mere ho
Kaash kabhi aesi bhii _ Koii Tasbeeh meri ho Labon pe zikr mere ho _ Aur Ungliyaan teri ho
Feels of My Hopes
And one fine day, you won't have to feel miserable. You won't have to beg for love. You won't have to cry over lost loves. Because one day, someone will walk into your life and this person won't judge you straightaway. Someone will try all of one's might to understand you. Someone will find out... Continue Reading →
Feels of My Last Breath
How about a Good-Bye note?
Feels of My Touch
How often do you deny something that has always been there? Like, an ounce of doubt.
Feels of My Fading Whispers
"Every night,
I tell my heart
that I am strong
and tough.
But, sometimes
I just miss,
being missed by you."
Feels of My Fall
He is at a point in his life where even the slightest of touches to his emotions will make him break down. Right there. He won't be able to hide his vulnerabilities there after. He has become non-sustainable to feelings. No longer. He might have survived the fall but, he is no longer his usual,... Continue Reading →
I feel I’m going to die
But, do I have to lose my parents for people to be a little more nicer towards me?
She wasn’t back. Not anymore.
I'm not afraid to die. I'm just afraid what if I were dead and you, you didn't die a little with me.
She loved the cage; not Me.
Story of a Poet: #12. ~A Friendship to Treasure-The Trio of Us~
A new day A new life That will stay With no strife. An eternal joy For the same old boy I wish you and a lot I pray 'Cause its your day. From the same old friend For the friendship that'll never end. A smile that stays forever I wish you success hereafter You are... Continue Reading →
Feels of My Blood
#last #lastnight So, as I sit here on the verge of my monotonous nights, I have this verbose with my unfinished thoughts that I can't synchronize with the blot of every drop of ink that foresee the blood through every sip of my heart. And I ask myself the same question over and over again_... Continue Reading →
Secret Diary_Part I- Surreptitious Desires
What is more delicate? Blood through the veins or Ink on paper? You already know my choice. Blatantly I conveyed all the secrets I thought I had. I gave voices to feelings that were buried deep. And that moment when I thought_'this is it', everything was brought down to nothingness. But, then every person I... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #33. The Enigmatic Soul
"Are you human?"
"The soul never gets old. Especially when its the enigmatic one. But, the body does."
"But, what is with you? Why do you have to act like you're not broken?"
Feels of My Feelings
And in the end, we just refuse to accept and believe even the most obvious. Feel my feelings, if you can.
Feels of My Independence
As a little kid, I knew Independence Day as participating in an event in any cultural programme at school. I would put on the well varnished white attires that I had especially prepared from about a week ago or so only for this day; and an Indian flag badge just at the helm of... Continue Reading →
Feels of My Soul
And unlike many other people in this world. I am still awake by this part of the night bewildered and baffled by the numerous mystified 'ifs' and 'whys' to comfort my dismayed soul. I am not sad upon why the other multitudes are gathering their conscience in their sleep. I don't even care about being... Continue Reading →
