हर शाम,
यूं ही तुम और मैं,
इस चांदनी में ढलते रहे।
ना तुम कहो, ना मैं,
बस इस गुलाबी माहौल में,
हम धीरे-धीरे घुलते रहे।
इस धीमी रोशनी की छांव में,
हम तुम यूं ही बैठे रहे।
उछल-कूद चिड़ियों की थम जाए,
पर उनकी चहचहाहट कानों में घुलती रहे।
ना तुम कहो, ना मैं,
बस उनकी मधुर ध्वनि गूंजती रहे।-
If someone else’s love
Could lessen the pain given by another,
Then what more could one ask for?
But hearts don’t heal so easily,
Wounds don’t vanish with borrowed light.
A smile may mask the sorrow deep,
Yet echoes of loss haunt the night.
Soft words may soothe a weary soul,
Kind hands may help the weary stand,
But scars remain, a quiet tale,
Etched like lines upon the sand.
Love can mend, but never erase,
The past still lingers in its place.
And so we learn to walk anew,
With pain and love entwined in view.-
On this NIGHT, as still and cold as a DYING fire, I wish to DISAPPEAR like ashes LOST in the endless world.
Yet here I remain, UNTOUCHED, like the unburnt bones of the forgotten DEAD.-
The most enduring PAIN is caused by the DISAPPEARANCE of your identity.
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Tears well up, but no arms reach out to catch them.
If this isn’t loneliness, what is?
Laughter escapes your lips, yet no one listens.
If this isn’t emptiness, what is?
A heart full of love, with nowhere to pour it.
If this isn’t numbness, what is?
Wounds from betrayal, yet love is kept at bay.
If this isn’t self-sabotage, what is?
Someone who truly cares, left unnoticed.
If this isn’t your downfall, what is?-
I watch my life shatter, beautiful in its destruction. They call it pride, but I know it’s my restless, homeless soul—aching for a place to belong. Every time I find “home,” the walls crumble, the roof burns, and the floor disappears into the dark.
And in the end, there’s no one left standing beside you.-
My face light up when I see you
When I talk to you
And this is not because of what you can do
Or what you can provide
Its just because of who you are
My little pure soul
Let me light up once again
With you….-
CONUNDRUM
How can he be calm?
How can he smile anymore?
When his soul and his heart
Speaks to him no more.
How can he eat?
How can he sleep?
How can he just wait?
How can he think straight?
How can he be strong?
How can he hold long?
When shadows pull him under
He doesn’t know what to ponder.-
She talked with her pain
And no one else.
She felt the falling rain
In her every running pulse.
Each tear upon her pious face
Would water seeds of hope.
She must rise beyond this maze
To fly, to thrive, to cope.
Let the rain become her melody,
The darkness, a guiding light.
Let pain be the remedy,
And help her soar beyond the night.-
Too much on my mind,
Yet nothing to say,
As memories rewind,
In time’s endless sway.
How can I pen,
Without my ink?
I seek a ten,
Yet only think.
Emotions confined
They won’t go away
Things intertwined
Still haunts me today-