Woh affate dil oh jaan par agar na marta Toh apna marna ki har dam dua kiya na karta Na hosh khota agar hum uski baato ma Toh ap hi ap asi baata kiya na karta Na lagti ankh toh din raat sotta hi rheta Kisi ki cha na karta toh kya na karta Jo hum yaad na karta teri unn baato ko iss tarah Toh yu dekh chand ko tuja iss kadar yaad na karta Na Waffa karta tuja itni Na tera ana ka iss kadar intzar kia karta
Truth should be left unsaid Screeches must not be heard Those painful quiverings can't be seen This bruised soul should always be hidden Invisible I wanna be invisible as a bust of air Which should be felt but can't be seen These walls should be revamped to hold much stronger force I will bid my time I will wait for my turn And will strike so hard They will feel my pain ,my despair They will beg for forgiveness But nothing would reach them on time Not even death Because living is much harder My retribution will be much more painful than death Just wait for me to rise again I will have your screeches known
The voices They are here again asking the same things Again and again Just go for it The pain will fade away And the relief will soon follow Scars will fade with time But what about the scars on my soul What about the screams of my heart Will it ever quench it's thirst for more Or will I bury myself in this self loathing Called self harm Some may call me sick some will call me coward But I am someone with heavy heart and even heavier soul Tainted with Expectations and living day by day Minute by minute for some other soul
Vo khaa gaya aur hum samaj bhi na paya, Jab samaj paya tab mil bhi na paya , Aa guru tera charno ma hum rha bhi na paya, Aur vo bs chala gaya aur hum roo bhi na paya
Maybe the journey Is not so much about Becoming anything Maybe it's about Unbecoming Everything that isn't Really you So you can be who You were meant to be In the first place.
Life is a train wreck Or a old dam ready to fall But this this soothing fall brings a lot With something new Comes something ole With something fresh Come something memorable That we can never part from.
A dull moment ,Never even An ounce of sadness That lingers in her awe filled Eyes , looking for her Pa To come home and cook For her, tuck her in and Read those merry stories for her.
Some nights are Hard to pass by Some are easy Yet there are some nights Filled with absolute terror . When little Clay spoke He asked a simple question Filled with absolute innocence and naviety Mama why is black a sign of evil and lies And white a sign of peace and truth ? Why are angels white ?Are there no darker People qualified to be an angel?
Of moonless sky Enveloping everything In darkness wistfully. Pretending to be calm and Collected even in the Dreadful silence , Hiding away all pains And miseries , Monotonously like The angel of death itself.