वो इश्क़ ही क्या जिसका अंजाम मौत न हो,
जो मौत के बाद न जिये वो इबादत कैसी?
अब उनसे दिलकशि है या कुछ जुनून जैसा,
जवाब आखरी साँस में ढूंढ लेंगे।
ज़मीन पे उम्र भर बेलफ्ज़ रहे,
फलक पे ख़ुदा से बातें कर लेंगे।
वो इश्क़ ही क्या जिसका अंजाम मौत न हो,
जो मौत के बाद न जिये वो इबादत कैसी?

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दूरियों का क्या है?
वो चांद भी तो दूर है,
मगर फिर भी हर रात,
मेरी हथेली को सिरहाना
बना ही लेता है, ना?

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Can we just not use words,
forever, and speak with our silences...?
Sound needs air to travel,
When we are together,
Nothing comes in between.
Not even air.
So how can our words reach each other?
How can we breathe?
Can we just stop living?
Can we just love, for once,
Without words, without life.

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इश्क हे ये या दीवानगी,
सरफिरे तो हम कबके थे,
राहें मिली उनसे जाकर,
नाम से भी जो रब के थे॥

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Ashamed, scared, confused,
Flabbergasted! That maybe, maybe,
This is all so, so, wrong,
Yet so unbelievably brave.

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For the train is a cradle,
And we are all babies...

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Nothing bothers me more than
My half written poems.
As incomplete as my existence,
A coagulated bloody puddle,
Over-hyped ideas, riddles.
The very fact that my silence,
Can't be expressed in syllables,
And my voice would always be-
Buried under its own weight.
I try to crumble and throw paper-
Instead my soul falls with-
A deafening thud.
And I keep on mumbling-
"Tears are not words,
They have no rhythm,
I've spilled my ink!"
This is not how a poem ends...

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चांद से रुबरु होने कि दीवानगी में,
चांद की दस्तक से ही बेख़बर रह गए।

रात की साजिश तो देखिये जनाब,
ना वो मिले, ना चांद,
मिल गए तो वो टूटे हुए सितारे,
और हर टुकडे में आप।

चांद से रुबरु होने कि दीवानगी में,
कमबख्त!
चांद की दस्तक से ही बेख़बर रह गए।

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That was the first time that I saw you.
For a moment there, I felt breathless. After that, each breath felt like a loose thread from a handwoven shawl, tangled around the rough edges, tearing up slowly. I stood there, still as a rock, as I felt my lungs shred and rain. Each breath, a playful thread, flowing down my body, tickling my very soul! Some sharp enough to gash through my very being. I garnered everything up and began weaving my own world with you. Within those few seconds I could experience an eternity of our togetherness. My heart raced, I gasped for air like a drowning nobody. You went past me, and away. I wrapped myself with the shawl that I had created, like a mother wraps her newborn baby, a cocoon for my dejected existence. I just knew that I could never lay myself bare infront of anyone ever again. Life is too short, one may never know when one may stop breathing,
stop loving.
And yes, that was the last time that I saw you.

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It always comes back to you.
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