Har khusnuma Shakhs ke piche mohobbat nahi hoti janab, Parivaar ke sath bitaye kuch haseen pal; mohobbat se bhi zyada maza de jati hai...

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Ae baarish zara tham kar baras,
Jab wo aaye to jam kar baras,
Pehle na baras ki wo aa na sake,
Phir itna baras ki wo ja na sake.

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Duty makes us do things well,
But love makes us do them beautifully.

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The things I have learned
I have learned that sometimes feeding a stray dog brings more satisfaction than feeding yourself,
That nothing feels like home except home,
That internalized joy can never be replaced with external things,
That everyone must learn their own lessons,
That what you believe becomes your destiny,
That not all you hear is truth...
Not all you see is truth...
Look within and think, Look out
For when you seek it, it will be the truth.

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But some memories are like fire,
Raging to explode by melting the rocks,
Smoldering waves carving hard paths,
Buried benign the corner of heart,
Burning the souls to see the Scars,
Awaiting to release the pain too dark.

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kya wo bhi kabhi tere sath cycle chalake dur sirf dhalte suraj ko dekhne ata hai jese hum dekha karte the?
Kya wo bhi teri khilti hasi par tere chehre ke dimples me apni ungliya bidhata hai jese me bithaya karta tha?
Kya uske chune se teri sanse yunhi behek jati hai jese mere chune se hoti thi?
Kya wo sare raaz use bhi bata diye jinhe sirf mare samne munajib kiye the?
Kya sunai use wo sari kitabe jo mere kano me tum gungunaya karti thi?
Kya chand ko dekh kar karli uski sari shikayate jese meri kiya karti thi?
Kya bhul gayi wo Shaam jab tumhe apni baho me leke mene pucha tha,
"kabhi chod ke to nahi jao gi na?" aur tumne muskurate hua kaha tha "kabhi nahi."

Yahi kuch sawal hai tumse jo me ek roz puchunga!

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I'm a victim of my thoughts,
They are in between my past, and my future.

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The "Sign" on the bench we scratched so hard,
Name of my love with a rounded heart,
Shy to express but inpenetrably felt,
Now that you are gone, I can't even take breath,
Being old I hear to rumours in seen,
Wish to meet & live thy tales anew,
Make you laugh with my face covered in glue.

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She was forced in a room full dark,
Harassed by four left ripped apart;
Scars on her body deeply carved,
Released to die in dress torned;
"INSULTED" by all she felt so lone,
Yet she showed some strength to break the mould;
"PROOF" for the justice was the only tool,
But sins in the darkness can't be proved;
Soulful heart just stopped it's beat,
A beautiful ANGEL leaves her physique;
One more family losing their charm,
Will cry for girl who was nurtured too hard;
What has this world changed to by far,
RAPE is not fun but most dreadful Sin so far;
Change your mind and it'll change your heart,
Please don't make someone's sister die hard.

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If keyboards could speak,
They would release her name indeed,
Story of us lost in winds,
How much i see her in my dreams,
Losing her is my only guilt,
Never again will my heart be happy within.

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