Noone knows
or will ever know
how hard it is,
To have the constant
fear of losing you ,
When you are not even
mine to keep..
-
not talking to you makes my day empty.
You aren't mine, but sometimes
I fear to lose you.
-
getting a whiff of petrichor in a balmy afternoon,
Meeting you is like
soothing bird's warble in a autumn morning,
Meeting you is like
Having the orange popsicle in a summer loo.
Meeting you is like
A cup of Adrak wali Chai in a rainy evening.
Meeting you is like
Swaddling a thick warm quilt in a snowy winter night .
Meeting you is like
The ocean kissing the soreline no matter how many times it sends away..-
It was just another day,
A day when I didn't cry over you ,
A day when I didn't go through
all your texts ,
A day when I didn't check all
our pictures together,
A day when I didn't stalk you,
A day when you being online
and not texting didn't bother me at all,
A day when your things
didn't matter at all,
A day when your memories
didn't keep me awake for whole night ,
A day when your laughter with
someone else didn't leave me with tears,
It was just another day
when your existence
just didn't bother me at all.-
They met again on the same bridge ,
with all the honk and peeps around.
This time there was a change,
He was holding hands of someone else ,
And she was smiling with a
tinny tear drop in the corner of her eyes,
Not out of pain,
Not out of rage,
Not out of jealousy,
But out of solace.
"She loved you ,
And she still does I guess"
The someone else whispered,
He smiled and said
"I don't know that but I saw a new and happy her today.
And I guess that's all matters"
Then they parted again with an amiable beam.
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ये वक़्त भी बीत जाएगा,
या इस वक़्त के साथ हम ,
पर जब मिलेंगे तो शायद
मुस्कान होंगी लबों पे,
और आँसू होंगे नैनों में,
तब शायद बस इंसानियत बचा रहेगा,
न लिबास, न मजहब, न बोली ।
तब शायद फासले दिलों में नहीं होंगे,
तब शायद खोने का डर भी कम होगा,
तब शायद दिल भी बड़ा होगा,
और सोच चौड़ी ।
तो इस रात की भी सुबह होगी,
और इसी सुबह का हिं इंतिजार रहेगा ।।-
She wrote for him,
And he intoned it to someone else.-
Cause that's how i know I am alive,
And that's price of breathing .-
You must learn her,
to know her.
You must know the reason,
why she is silent,
You must be there to hold her,
when she is about to fall.
You must be there to nurtur her,
when she is in about to gives up.
You must love her,
because many have tried and failed.
You must tell her,
she is worth the love.
You must treasure her,
and let her know what she meant to you.
This is how you keep her and
if you don't someone else will.-