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.

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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।।

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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 🙄

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Some lost things are still being
chased in the deep chambers
of our heart and intriguing
labyrinths of our mind.

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Sometimes its hard to leave my own head.

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•Would you•

~What if one day, I forget you
Like the petals left to wither;
What if one day, I hurt you
Like the pieces piercing deeper;
What if one day, I get reasons to leave
Like the sun that leaves the azure;
What if one day, I get causes to bid adieu
Like the leaves that fall and at dusk shrivel ;
What if one day, pain is all you get from me
Like the broken strings of guitar that flicker;

What if one day, it all ends like a beautiful dream
What if one day, I begin to feel like a nightmare;
Would you still remind yourself the euphoric moments
Like the pictures of the carnival when you capture;
Would you still love me the same
Like the fugacious bolides that cliquer?~

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"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

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Dreams of heading towards the shore,
Yet believing its however a labyrinth
Askin' myself everytime, my purpose of livin'
In this suffocating dark blue abyss
"With the realization of reality this agony
seems weary" yet to it I never appear done
With the escalating blues in this deep ocean
They expect me to remain unswayed
by the waves I yet and always drown in
Longin' for the skies to shower powers
For me to raise my head above the
knock-backs, without knowing it adds
the dreadly feelings of death to it making it a void
But isn't life supposed to end after you drown..
Ahhh!!! Dear,a pretty lie swallowed you up,
for after death the real pain demands to be felt
The cogency they speak of, is their
delusion which alas! I assimalated
For they only assume while the
realities are being shackled deep down
You ask me to speak up while
my voice burns in the brews
Seein' the rays of sun peircing its thick layers
I wish for another sun underneath the
stratas confined to these scilly isles
For I wish to feel the warmth of springs,
These flickerin' flakes hide while unbulating over this ocean..
Or may be its a maze, forever to its whales a deserted mirage..

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"Work on impulses until you aren't in a maze dream! "
(Maze In Caption)

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