"My Raging Fire"
"In her eyes, I find glimpse of stars,
In her smile, I forget all of my scars.
she is an art and a truly divine,
My heart is hers & her heart is mine.
With every breath, I take her name,
My heart fills with a burning flame.
A flame that burns bright in the sky,
A love that is meant for her and I.
I relive her touch, so gentle and kind,
It awakens love, that once was blind.
In her embrace, I discover my home,
A place where my heart freely roams.
Her touch ignites the flames within,
A love that's pure and free of sin.
Oh, my love, you are my heart's desire,
My passion, my pain & my raging fire.
I dream of you in the depths of night,
And wake to find you in my eyesight.
You are the one who sets me free,
My love, forever and always, you'll be."-
"लिखने दो"
आज दिन है उनका तुम मुझे रात लिखने दो,
जिधर जीत ना हुई उधर मात लिखने दो,
सुना है दुश्मनों के घर हमारी बातें होती है,
हम इतिहास लिखेंगे उन्हें बात लिखने दो.!
तप ऐसा हो कि चमकता सूरज भी हमारा हो,
कोशिश ऐसी हो कि क़दमों में जहान सारा हो,
जेहन की आँधी बढ़ाएगी हौसला इस चिंगारी का,
जो बरसात ना बुझा पाए ऐसी आग़ लिखने दो.!
माना वक़्त थोड़ा जिंदगी में कोहराम लाया है,
कश्ती जा रही उधर, जिधर तूफ़ान आया है,
पर उन्हें भ्रम है बहा देंगी हमे समुन्दर की लहरे,
इस रेत पे बैठकर समुन्दर की औकात लिखने दो.!
बस चलता रहूँ पथ पर और उसमे माहिर हो जाऊँ,
मंज़िल ना मिली तो कम से कम मुसाफ़िर हो जाऊँ,
हमे मालूम है कि ये मुश्किलें हमारे पैरों में चुभेंगी,
ऐसे कांटों में भी दौड़ जाएं वो रफ़्तार लिखने दो.!
~कबीर
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*Why do we keep looking for the ones we lost in the people we find?*
'Cause losing the person we ever loved is the hardest thing in the world to deal with. It's a kind of pain that we physically feel all over our body. Everything reminds us of them, the cold breezes, the smell of the sea, the sounds of the ocean, everything.
Sometimes things hardly makes any sense, everything seems perfect. We try to spend the entire day together even though there are thousands of deadlines to reach. Despite putting all these efforts they leave, they leave us for something better, the only thing they leave behind is a bag of dark memories. We start falling, we get depressed, we hit the rock bottom.
But why didn't we see this coming? Actually we never do, we never do when we are in love. When we are in love, the bird always chirps, the sun always shines, the sky is always blue, but eventually it ends. The only way we can learn to pick ourselves up is to have little "Hope" in life, to "Work Hard" , to "Believe in Ourselves". 'Cause time maybe little hard on us, but the best thing about time is "It flies, It Changes".-
*The Victim of our Eyes*
Why the heck do women have been outcast for years?
Why can't we equally treat them as our partners and peers?
They work more than any men and they work all of their life,
But sadly at the end of the day we just call them a housewife.
They've consistently been there in our darkness filled with fears,
Yet we leave them estranged to have cried blood and bled tears.
They play different roles as our mother, sister, daughter and wife,
Shouldn't we feel so grateful as they are a big part of our lives?
This hypocrite society of ours that knows nothing but to scare,
The prime reason why we couldn't make the place for us to share.
They've been victim of our eyes, which is unacceptable and sad,
And their journey cannoty be expressed with anyone's pen and pad.
Hey girls, if anyone dares to tell you all the things you cannot be,
You just turn to them and tell the kind of badass you going to be.
You ain't defined by anyone, you all have your own set of stories,
'cause a day will come when you'll turn these grievances into glories..!-
*मेरी माँ बुला रही, मुझे घर जाने दे*
सच कहूँ तो इस कमरे में रहते-रहते थक गया हूँ मैं,
कुछ पालतू परिंदों की तरह पिंजरों में अटक गया हूँ मैं
ऐ ख़ुदा मुझे खुले आसमाँ की हवा खाने दे,
मेरी माँ बुला रही, मुझे घर जाने दे.!
कुछ समझ नहीं आता ये किस बात की सज़ा है,
खुशियों को कैद करने में तुझे क्यूँ इतना मज़ा है,
ऐ ख़ुदा मुझे कुछ आज़ादी के गीत गाने दे,
मेरी माँ बुला रही, मुझे घर जाने दे.!
क्यूँ तू इस क़दर मेरे समन्दर में गुमान लाया है,
कश्ती ले जा रहा उधर, जिधर तूफान आया है,
ऐ ख़ुदा मुझे किनारों के दामन खटखटाने दे,
मेरी माँ बुला रही, मुझे घर जाने दे.!
मानता हूँ मुश्किलें तो हर इक शख्स का किस्सा है,
ग़म ज्यादा ख़ुशियाँ कम तो हर जिंदगी का हिस्सा है,
ऐ ख़ुदा ये डगमगाती जिंदगी थोड़ी सँवर जाने दे,
मेरी माँ बुला रही, मुझे घर जाने दे.!-
What is a "HOME"?
Is it a hut, a palace or a dorm?
No, it's most certainly not. It's beyond
It's beyond the art of an architecture,
It's beyond the picture that'd be captured.
People say "HOME" is where the heart lies,
But do we know where that place is?
Yes, most certainly yes.
For the children, it's the lap of their MOM,
without which they can't eat, sleep or comb.
For the lovers, it's in their sweetheart's ARM,
where they feel all emotions and all the charms.
For the photographers, it's in the lense of the CAMERA,
where they capture the whole world and the operas,
For the musicians, it's in the string of their GUITAR,
which tune & blitzed them like a blazed cigar.
A HOME could be anything...
It could be a melody, your grandma used to sing,
or it could be the bell, your neighbours usually ring.
A HOME could be as simple as drops of dew,
where Happiness is a lot and Tears are few.!-
Our love blazed the way cigar burns its surrounds,
She was smoke in the air, I was ashes on the ground.
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*Distant Memories*
Sometimes it pains, sometimes it gains,
But most of the time these eyes cry rains.
There is bit of battle and tons of bloodstain,
I'd never know the reason for choosing that lane.
I ruminate the rationale behind we got apart,
However they do not speak as loud as my heart.
I had tried my best, but I could not succeed,
I did everything you wanted but not what I need.
Thinking about you, tears come down of my face,
As I lost someone worthy, that I can never replace.
We know the things went wrong and it ain't the same,
But my heart breaks down when I hear your name.
They say, finding true love is just a full of trial,
Still the number to your heart, I always try to dial.
I yearn those days back when we talked over phone,
When the days weren't long, when the nights weren't alone.-
*I like you but I love her*
I still remember the day and time when I met her,
I gazed into her beauty, my all thoughts just went blur.
My love for her was like the every grain of sand,
But it fed away the way beaches runs out of land.
Her touch, her smile, her presence and her heart,
I wish she could come back and make the things start.
Though she is far from me but this heart feels her near,
I get comfort in her arms, that takes away all of my fear.
She was my life, my spirit and the air that I breathe,
She was my emotion, my happiness, and all that I need.
You may find it difficult, you may not want to believe,
But her affection was the only thing I wanted to perceive.
I just want you to know how wonderful person she was,
Like a melody to the music and the string to the guitar.
I wish I could choose amid wanting you and needing her,
As I like you but I love her, I may greet you but I hug her.-
"*Smoke and Fly*"
Sometimes the brain starts craving cigarettes,
It causes lung cancer but it has no regrets.
We don't put up constraint on count we consume,
As up above in air we disperse the fume,
There isn't anything best aside "Sutta and Chai"
the deadly combo that makes the smokers fly high.
It appears bold & swaggy in the crowd we stand,
when we act like a man with the smoke in our hand.
Folks forbid to smoke, they say life will be done,
but we regard the smoking as a harmless fun.
The life seems good what sorrow could it bring?
It might be a mistake but its our adulthood thing.
It started in college, we boys were so young,
we kinda smoked our worries, but not our lungs.
They give peculiar reasoning for smoking to quit,
but deep down inside, its cool and they know it.
Let's reconsider the thought before kicking this habit,
since there was a story behind, why we ever had it.
It's injurious or healthy, let's not get into that fight,
I just wanna smoke you got a light?-