I've become a gypsy,
Knotted to the periodic punctuations and pauses,
Perpetually plodding in the maze of your proses, guiltily
For I couldn't be a saviour but a sage
Oblivious to your yawps and yelps.-
हैरत है वो गुनहगार है और अब तक मजे में है।
सच सोच रहा होगा कि झूठा मजे में है।।
कौन जाने लगानी कब पड़े जान की बाजी ।
बुज्दिल यही समझता है कि सूरमा मजे में है।।
हमे बर्बाद कर के रख दिया परदेश ने मगर।
मां सब से कह रही है कि बेटा मजे में है।।
कोई पूछे तो बताएं कि कैसे बनी गजल।
तुम सोच रहे होगे कि Parauha मजे में है।।-
Kitni tez hai ye duniya
Log kya kah jate hai hume pta nhi chalta
Log kagaz ke tukde ko bech dete hai
Humse note fta nhi chlata 🙄
-
Some lost things are still being
chased in the deep chambers
of our heart and intriguing
labyrinths of our mind.
-
"In the end "
I see my life
Turning into a maze, in a quiet laze
The maze filled with mirrors
I turn to see
Every little reflection of me
One standing so brave rightfully
The other with eyes so hazy
Filled with pain I couldn't see
I see a smile so faint in this gleam
Trying to say so much yet hides a
Hundred things
And At every end
I see another one begin
The ever lasting walk
That had only
ME
As it began-
"Work on impulses until you aren't in a maze dream! "
(Maze In Caption)-
Life is like a freaking maze.
The corner you stand in, and can't leave fast enough,
someone is behind you working hard and desparate
to be where you are!-