Khud ko Musafir aur tujhko Manzil Mana tha, Safar bhi Suhana tha, Teri talash mein bahut se raaste par bhatak tha, Par shiddat itni thi ki thokar bhi acchi lagi hamen, Aur jab paas aaya to dekha ki tu mere mukaddar mein hi nahin tha.
Leaves falling apart, in the dark with the little spark lighting in me that will lighten the soul, brighten the smile. When I open my eyes it is nothing less but a dream that can come true.
They would say stop the torture on me, stop going into the wrong direction. Though I am the sole of your body, but also meant to be the pride of your walk. -Anjuman