On some days love feels real,
When she sticks those sticky notes
On the door of the fridge
That says she loves me
Leaving a KitKat behind.
On some days love feels real,
When she reads me poetry
On those sleepless nights
Caressing my forehead
And singing me lullabies to
sleep.
On some days love feels real,
When she cooks lunch for me
And I taste her love in every
Bite of roti and a mouthful of rice.
On some days love feels real,
When she wishes me to sing
"Aaj Jaane Ki Zid Na Karo"
On her last days,
Wanting her cheeks to blush
Even on her death-bed.
The day before she died
We sang, We danced
At one point melting
In my arms,
I found her humming
"Aaj Fr Jeene Ki Tamnaah Hai"
With a smile that could
Have dimmed the sun.
On some days it's worth being in love,
But On others it's just a fantasy fiction by Shakespeare.-
In a life without home
Been on the streets for too long
Listening to Bekhayli on the phone
Got me singing about a bitch
Who left me alone,
On the way I buyed some beans
Just to maintain serotonin
But my chest was full of weeds
So it kept on singing about a bitch
Who left me alone,
While I blow out my stream
I cough, and I cough
But I kept on smoking
Until I couldn't hit another note
About a song,
About a bitch,
who left me alone.-
River yelling at sea -
All my life I have been
Running towards you
Just to meet and dissolve
With you,
Cities I crossed,
Mountains I conquered,
It's I, who made you a sea,
But you self - centered
Stayed at one place,
went on worshipping
yourself and never thought
of becoming a river
And merging with me.-
Tucked warmly under the skin,
Sleeping in every heart deep, so deep,
Dear little hope,
"Wake up", said the sun shining overhead,
"Wake up", said the splashing raindrops,
Little hope heard and woke up to see
How beautiful the world outside is.-
Her half eaten sandwich,
And quarter pizza which she left
Both of them carrying shape of her bite-
Which she bought to me
Coupled with tablets of love and trust
She never skipped a single dose
It was fair enough for her
To take everything with her
When she left.
-
A woman named river
Used to quench thirst
Of every dying creature
She only knew to give
And nothing to take
So she gave and she gave
Until she turned from a river
to a barren land
Instead of dying of the heat
She gathered all her
Sadness, pain and heartache
And from her own leftovers
She turned into desert
Which is wild furious and outrageous
protected by scorpions and snakes.-
That we quickly fall in love
And quickly fall out of love
Our struggles with being in love
Remains constant.-
Let me define you today,
Loneliness is leaving things at the same place and still finding them at the same place,
Loneliness is sitting in restaurant and ordering single servings for everything,
Loneliness is when you have fever and you have to buy medicines by yourself,
Loneliness is weekend occupied by books and Netflix,
Loneliness is not sleep deprived at 3AM, but on a lazy sunny day at 3PM.
-
Become a man who doesn't cry
Even if his world is falling apart
Bit by bit, piece by piece
I am yet to become a man
Who can hold his heart
In his hand and squeeze it
When it overflows with pain
I am yet to become a man
Whose face is a blank paper
Having stories written with invisible ink
Which he is not allowed to recite
I am yet to become a man
Who is waterproof
And who is tear-proof
For whom barometric pressure
Has no relevance.-