Mere tak pohcho jo
Thoda thehar ke Jana,
Uljha sa kirdar hu
Thoda sabar se aana,
Meri mohabbat ka khayal Zara sunn ke Jana
Smjh Mai aau toh ruk Jana
Warna khayal smjh ke bhul Jana

Meri yaad na sirhane rakhna,
Meri yaad kisi zehan ke kabil nahi
Hawa ke behta sira sa Mai
Jo beet Gaya voh baki nahi

Nahi shauk mere ahem ko tere adhoori tasveer Mai hona
Mera guroor ya toh teri ibaadat mai hai, ya nahi
Sirf khayal ban ke reh Jaye
Itna naqqbil Mai ashiq nahi

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Ek pal ke liye toh yeh dard thoda zada hai,
Essa lagta hai iss dard se tum
Gair toh nahi ho,

Ek pal ke liye toh yeh dard thoda zada hai
Essa lagta hai tum mil ke kabhi
pehle bhi bichde ho

Iss pal ke liye iss pal ka bhar thoda zada hai
Waqt ke paare, har Janam Mai kahi
Essa lagta hai tum mere hi ho,
Lagta hai tum mere phir bhi nhi ho


Ek shan Mai maano samete eh kayi Yugo ki peedha hai,
Essa lagta hai isse har Janam Mai
Phir se jeena hai
Ek rooh ke liye, yeh smjh thodi zada hai

Ruhani wada hai, har Janam nibhana hai
Ek pal ke liye, yeh dard thoda zada hai

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Maan hi bandhe maan ke pinjar
Maan hi jaane, kya chupa
Maan ke bhitar,
Maan hi chahe duniya aur shor
Maan hi pakde betha voh tute dhaage ki dor,
Maan ko Aaj raas na aaye, kal se phir Maan hi ghabraye,
Maan hi gairo Mai uljhe, maan ko hi ghar ki yaad sataye
Maan hi bandhe maan ke pinjar
Maan ko hi Maan Azad karaye
Maan voh chidya jo uddh bhi Jaye
Maan voh chidya jo wapis aaye
Maan ko aasman smjh na aaye,
Maan hi chanchal or Maan hi pachtaye

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Pursue me
Not only in the bounds of what time is,
But to extends of it's beyond
Where it ends and isn't
Because of in all my incompetence
Human and inhuman
All I have done
Is pursued
You till what's there and beyond what's not,
If only I had the grounds
of which the Gods and creators had
I would have you, each time everytime
With time, or without time
But for all I am,
All I am, is a seeker
Who did nothing but pursued,
in bounds what life is,
And what life isn't
Something within breath
Something a little beyond death

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Questions of the kind
That defines, love
Define grief and sorrow spread like space,
But so like the memories scattered like stars
Of you dancing
Holding arms across the edge of time
In memories covered with scars
So much of a bare minimum to be called a perfection
Yet in symphonies Calling it life,
In songs of chaos, a universal whisper
The definition of profound
To the person all there is,
In its simplest and most complicated forms
An act undeniable service
Is what all it is

That's what the saints called love
Give and you shall find...
Questions of the kind

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एक परिभाषा पे मन विचलित है,
जितना किसी का विवरण है, उतना विभिन चरित्र है।
दो अक्षर का एक शब्द है, प्रेम उसका नाम है
विलीन इसमें हर इंसान है, और वंशित इस से भगवान है?
ना रूप ना आकार है,
बस वायु के समान है, जल जैसा कोमल भी है और आग जैसे ताप है?
तपस्वी का तो त्याग है, और जो सिद्ध है उसे मिला नहीं
तो वोह कोन विद्वान है जिसे सम्पूर्ण इसका ज्ञात है?
एक किताब मैं सेवा और दूसरी मैं लिखा पाप है,

जिसे ना संसार की समझ है, ना वख्त का अनुमान
ना उमर के बदलाव का आभास, एक बालक समान

सियाही की दो बूंद से
कोहरे कागज़ पे दो बोल मैं लिखा देना
मेरा नाम के साथ तेरा नाम,
निस्वार्थ
बस इतना सा स्वभाव, उसी मैं है प्रेम का सार।
©aalekh

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What more can this universe offer
And pose in the name of
Anything and everything
If not, what my eyes could gaze out of yours in whatever this moment is....

A strange spectrum of phases I could experience my body travel even when the feet stood still

Like light never bends, and the time couldn't stay but the precision of it within the tips of ur fingers resting over my shoulders, a sense so profound That even the existence felt dancing on the edge of a thin line between realities other than ours...

It was not so complicated, only my mind trying to mend it's way in the matters of heart,

All it was, was a dance

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What's in the grave of heart
If not your name in the colour of blood,
Surrounded in stained walls
Shadows and trails, leading
Like a leash on a soul
And A void of memory
For a dream that never ends
A man falling in a pit of hope
A never ending, hell bound hole..
'What kind of love brings
Such a reign of pain?"
Not the one of your time, a toxic kind
From the men of corrupted minds
From the time, when men used to call her "mine"
What metric gaurds your story
What proof is written in your name, unless it's the word of a sinner
And scars on her body
All the scars on body of a saint
What proof would i give, other than suffering now in poems quoted as profound,
All i have done is worshiped even the leafs i found
Which once fell beneath her steps
I have remembered the rhythm
From whispers, every song she sang
Her sanity thrives on the tales
From the eye of one who suffered
I a man of old times
Have thrived, on the days of rain, on the days of clouds on the days of storms
Every piece of hell that you brought and every piece of heaven
My witness is time
Yet more proof if you seek
To the grave of my heart it leads

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Yeh kessa adhura Likha sa kirdar hoon?
Yeh kis lekhak ka, ek adh mara sa vichar hu...

Har kahani ko ek jadh se bandha dekha hai,
Har insan aur usske kise ko mene dusre se bandha dekha hai

Har paate ko har tehni se bandha dekha hai, or jo tehni tanha hai
Ussko bhi ek jaad se juda dekha hai
Ek Ghar se juda dekha hai
Har kirdar
Maine bandha dekha hai

Yeh kessa adhura sa likha kirdar hoon?
Kya jhoot ke aaks Mai bass azaad hu
Baki Jo hu voh khoya hua kisa hu
Ek lekhak ki bhul chuk ka nateeja Hoon

Ek adh mara sa Vichar,
Asmaan ko dekhte hue
Puchte hue khud se ki
Yeh jo udte panchi, na pedo se na zameen Jude hai,
Na ghar ke na jungle ke hai, phir bhi badalo se bandhe hai

Aur ek Hum,
kis Kati patang ki dori hai..
Udne ke liye bane hai
Tute hue magar
Zameen pe uljhe pade hai...

Ek kavita jiska har hisa adhura hai
Ek lekhak jiska vichar Adhura hai
Adhura din, raat mai khoya hai
Ek jhoot ki mai hi azaad hu,
Soch ke
Ek adhura kirdar, chain se soya hai
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To my skin
Which wanders after leaving home
To the touch,
On unaccounted adventures who have gone.....
What you crave leads to no comfort in grounds, so that my senses have to say
In the emotional grave, but It's profound what I have found....

No adventure, No sea, No aesthetic view calms the fear when it rains...
For my senses to bear life
It's all now that the touch cares

What do you truly seek? A tale from the past, comfort from the dead and gone,
No traveller ever called the broken brick and wasted land, Home

So bear the touch of the unknown, the skies and the stranger seas,
A punishment to the soul and a reward to the flesh
In life experiencing death, and in death let the sense of life be...
In the dark, be found
In light the irony is, you won't be seen

The irony of existing in present and breathing in past
They say pain and art,
pain and art, it should be.

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