कुछ दुश्मनों कि वजह से वो दोस्तों को भुला बैठे अदावत कि रस्म निभानेवाले अपनों को गवां बैठे जिन्हें फर्क नहीं दिखता अपने और पराये कूचों का गैर गलियों में घूमते घूमते अपना ही पता गुमा बैठे
And so am I. But then every now and then my silence gets drifted With the slightest tremble of leaves Touching my window when touched by cool breeze. Reminding me of the thunder Rising amidst the tempest of my heart. Surpassing the calmness of this chilly weather It silently attempts topenetrate my soul Drenched with tears my eyes sees the skies above Allowing the silence to once again absorb All my agony and the tormenting storm within, With a promise to return and leave again till I am alive.
Someone said- 'Man is a slave of circumstances', I believed it hold true for both men & women.... ....unless I experienced 'Woman is a slave of her CHOICES'. First she rejects a lot ...then she chooses one. And then she finds out, that the things she rejected in past is present in her choosen one too... ....and hence she feels dejected for rejecting others. But still stays with the choosen one as if she was a born slave... Not even when she gets enough reasons to fly away from his captivity that people call HOME.
यादों की उन तंग गलियों में वक़्त बेवक़्त जाया न करो इन अश्कों को खा़मखा़ह यूँ ही तकिये पर बहाया न करो तन्हाइयों के मंज़िल ले जाना राह-ए-वफ़ा का दस्तूर रहा खुदा है वो यही सोच कर उनकी गलतियां निकाला न करो