Sadkon ki silwaton ko samete...
Safar mai hum simat te jaa rahe hai...

Hazaron sawal liye..
Sunya ko sunaye.. Sunya ko pukare.. Sunya mai hi.. Samaye jaa rahe hain..

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The light...
Blurred yet dazzling...
Through the drenched spectacles...

The chilling breeze...
The wet air...
And the chilling thoughts...
Bringing goosebumps...

Thoughts of possibilities...
Of hopes... and disappointments...
Of past... and future unknowns...
The fears... and the strengths...

The droplets from these trees...
And the murmur that it brings...
As if it's conversing with me...

Sprinkling on my face...
To remind me of the reality...
To make me awake yet bring the tranquility...

Each single light becoming multiples...
Magic of each drop on the spectacles...

The floating moon among the hovering clouds...
Reminds me of the flowing time and our lives..
Meeting every second like the waves in the sea...
But just for once... and parting forever...

Only to cherish in memory...

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Raahat hai mujhe...
Tere hi chahaton se....
Mohabbat hai mujhe...
Tere inn sohbaton se...

Aadat toh ban gayi hai tu...
Aab Ibaadat bhi tu hai...

Anjaan sa tera ye Qurbatein..
Tere saari anjaan Inaayatein...

Bas ye jaanle ke aab..
Mera Ibteda bhi sab tujhi se hai...

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May be....
Some thoughts... Some feelings...
Are better not framed in sentences...
In statements...

Better not expressed in words....

Because...

May be...

Once a sentence is framed...
It affects us more...

So it's better be left vagued...
Better be some scattered letters and words...


May be...

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One day...
I will lose it...
I will lose it all...

One day...
I will find myself...
And I will call me home...

The world looks at me...
Or is it that I see every bit of It...?
All glossy yet all black...
But sometimes...
All messy yet elegant...

The fear of mediocrity...
The fear that it's ordinary...
Does ordinary make me inadequate?
Incomplete?
Or does mediocrity make you wholesome?

Perception of Priorities...
Yes...
Maybe that's what it all is...
Things underneath the things we say...
Feelings underneath the desire we feel...

Maybe clarity is a deceit in itself...
And chaos is most bona fide....

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Through that window of dreams..

Creating some worm holes..
Rupturing the space-time manifold..

Let's meet tonight...
Among the stars...
Diving in the swirls of Binaries..
Finding the fragments in supernovae...

Let's meet tonight...
You and me...
Among the crowd...
But in a different light cone..

Let's meet tonight...
To see each other..
Feel each other...
Know each other...
And forget what's known...

Let's meet tonight...

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Tumhara naam nahin pata unhe...
Par tumhara hi zikr hai...
Mere khayalon mai jhaank ke unhe
tumhara naqsh-o-nigaar hi Jo dikhta hai...

Ye jo bezubaan sa dastak..
Tumne diya hai...
Mera uljhan mujhe...
na bahar jaane de raha hai..
Aur na andar rehne de raha hai...

Na koi chahat...
na apeksha hai tumse...
Bass aab keliye...
Sirf ishtiyaq ka ummeed hai tumse...

Ittefaqan agar...
kabhi tumse mulaqat hua...
Chahe humse Kuchh na bolna..
Na hi Humara halath puchhna...
Bass Ek baar hi sahi...
Inn thake hue aankhon ko sehla dena...
Bayaan kardenge ye tumhe..
Shaalon ki kahaniyaan...
Fir chahe mann ho to unhe padhlena..
Ya fir samay ki leher mai..
Kaagaz ka kashti sa use bahadena...

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जो बात हर पल ये आंखें बयां कर रहे थे।

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Either I am really Happy...
Or I am pretending hard to show you
That I am happy....

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हम् तुम्हे अपने पास देखते है।

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