DESIRES

  Bahut time se ek khalipan hai zindgi mein, toh sochne lagi ki iss khalipan ko khatam kaise kra jaye. Aur kuch toh atta nhi toh socha ki lihka hi jaye. Kiya pta lihkne se kuch sawaloon ke jawab mil jaye ya iss duniya ki bhid mein khoye hoye purane dost hi mil jaye. Dost ki kya importance hot hai uske jane se pta nhi chalti, importance toh tabh pta chalti hai jab yeh khalipan kate ko durne lgta hai, jab hamri vibe kisi aur ke sath match nhi hoti. Aur hum na samjh insan iss khalipan ko bharne ke liye kisi aur ki talash mein nikl parte hai. Abh talassh karne ke safar par chal toh padhe hai lekin raste mein chalet chalet yeh hi bhool gye ki dhoodne kya nikle the, jab pta chalta hai ki dhoondhne toh dost nikle the lekin khud ko hi kho kar baith gye.                                                        Khud ko iss   qadar kho chuke hote h...

Lament (Vilaap)   Neither letting my heart laugh, nor letting it cry An insidious arrow, which is neither killing nor living There is no cure For this wound But Who keeps the scabs No one but I will As it speaks of you through the veins, through the blood Doesn’t matter as it flows inside or outside of my body   You took away me from me, my breath, my heart, my everything but you can’t take my ache of heart Who still yearns for you Like an owner with no entity, no permission You had the original There is no copy.   Keep me your solace Keep me your protector Keep me your clown Keep me your closet But keep me near you Now it is the flower which is growing, cheeky, orphan, landless Who wants a shelter with you Who wants to reside with you Neither letting my heart laugh, nor letting it cry An insidious arrow, which is neither killing nor living There is no cure For this wound