टूटते नहीं लोग, न हिम्मत न आरज़ू उनकी
टूट जाता है तो बस वो दौर
जिस दौरान डरते हैं हम
कि ये टूटी नींद, सपने ना तोड़ दे। — % &

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You don't smile as much
As you seem to
You don't laugh as such
At jokes you used to

There's a dearth of nothingness
And a spiral of what you create
Emotions feel difficult but are
In control of us individuals.

I have a few words only.
I weave something similar every time.
To fill up uncalled gaps
In communications many times.

Yearn for conversations whole night
Like old days, make em new
Some giggles, some stares
Losing the time sense as it fares.

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पलकों की चादर ओढ़े नादानी में देखता हुॅं
होश में और बेहोशी में देखता हुॅं
दूसरों के सजदे में देखता हुॅं
बिखरें कांटों में खुशियों की पंखुड़ी खोजते,
मैं हर बेचैन को देखता हुॅं।

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I have written to sleep
And slept to forget
And forgotten to refresh and start again.
I have started again
To didn't fall back into loops of unhappiness
I want.
But does anyone ever want?
I have wanted either no problems
Or solutions to them
But not to stand aghast against those.
I have wanted smiles
Smiles for and by me.
And me has wanted warmth
In walks during cold days,
Some warm hands to hold.
Some warm individuals.
We don't get warmth.
Someday we will
I will
And soon it shall fade
Fade into the sun
And sun won't feel scorching
Yet warm like that on a winter morning

And We'd wake up with happiness again.

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आरजूओं का बोझ है
पर उनमें दबे अच्छा लगता है ।
तुम्हें नापाक कहने वाले बहुत मिलेंगे पर
बचे वो चंद हिमायती का रिश्ता ही सच्चा लगता है ।

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नज्मों में जो तुमने किया शुक्रिया तो
हमारी अंखियां भी मुस्कुराने लगी
तीन कदम की दूरी भी
हमे बैचेन बनाने लगी।

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I wait for you and I do not.
Since long I remember,
You never did reciprocate.
Always did I suffer
In the aftermath of our meet
Yet with glee, I go back to greet.
I know you are dense
Layers and layers.
I know you show flavours
Yet Almost everyone savours.
They talk about cold feet,
You give me sore throat.
Within few days of our indulgence
My voice becomes hoarse, I become messy
You always taste sweet, sometimes sour
But I love-hate you, Lassi.

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It's been more than a year now
I still wake up at nights
Feeling left out from everything
Even when I am with my dearest.

I don't know why I overcompensate
And not sleep deep
Yet slither in pain
Of wounds that don't show ,whilst I smile
When wounds do bleed

I still search for the misplaced happiness
It appears I lose my soul a little
Everyday while doing so
And envy of those who smile
That curve is now a distant fellow.

I feel lost every night with baggage
Unanswered questions every night
The questions seem stupid in broad daylight
Yet every night, it fucks over my thoughtfulness
Till I am too tired to think!

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नींद को रिझाने के लिए हमने अपनी आँखें थकायीं हैं
न जाने वो किस काल का बोझ उठाई है
शायद बातें भी बहुत है तुम्हे बताने को
पर तुमसे बातें ही कहा हो पाईं है।

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I whisper a lot
As people who understand often
Keep their ears close
Whilst I shout as loud yet
Turn out feebler than a whisper

Gift them an ear and make a friend
For they seek not noise but absorbents
Smile eye to eye to conceal tears
In crevices visible yet invisible

I write to sleep, not everyday often
I try to find my original self
I know not why I overdo now
I know not if I forget my own.

I love to tread in taboos for now
Yet i befriend the raw,
The gatekeeper of convention
While I break facades of the same
We never are as good as we mention!

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