Zindagi pehle ajnabi si to nahi thi
maana anjaani par nayi si to nahi thi
tere aane se mili mujhko nayi disha
tere aane se hua roshan mera jahaan,
aankhon me sapney they khwahishein to nahi thi
aati thi neendein bebasi si to nahi thi
Zindagi pehle ajnabi si to nahi thi....(2)
Its the best communication medium to ever enchant the world. Silence is what we were born with, it is what we will die with. It'll go with us till eternity and it echoes uptill infinity. I prefer silence, though my words, written, not uttered..will speak for me and my silent pride.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Raindrops
it was sunday noon when i startled awake
squashing little bugs that came from somewhere
she was glancing at me
and the same i did
an eye of her winked
when i smiled a lit'l
drizzling began with a silent gush
d feel of raindrops trickling down my forehead
ticklish i wiped em off
she saw me engaged in unusual something
moving away she glanced at me
oh my god she's gonna leave!
i paced ahead wanted a talk with her
to meet, befriend and love her till eternity
raising my head, praying to god,
i swiftly gazed ahead, 'swoosh' she's gone, i felt alone...
moods changed, i enraged, my life sans colour instantly
i were a dry land, abandoned sky
and she a 7 shaded arc, who came to me
made me dream, away from the hopeless bugs
that she was a raindrop blend with the ocean
just flowing to d current, immersing in d pain
she are d raindrops that tickle, trickle and tumble
slowly drying away, leaving her humid smell.
squashing little bugs that came from somewhere
she was glancing at me
and the same i did
an eye of her winked
when i smiled a lit'l
drizzling began with a silent gush
d feel of raindrops trickling down my forehead
ticklish i wiped em off
she saw me engaged in unusual something
moving away she glanced at me
oh my god she's gonna leave!
i paced ahead wanted a talk with her
to meet, befriend and love her till eternity
raising my head, praying to god,
i swiftly gazed ahead, 'swoosh' she's gone, i felt alone...
moods changed, i enraged, my life sans colour instantly
i were a dry land, abandoned sky
and she a 7 shaded arc, who came to me
made me dream, away from the hopeless bugs
that she was a raindrop blend with the ocean
just flowing to d current, immersing in d pain
she are d raindrops that tickle, trickle and tumble
slowly drying away, leaving her humid smell.
Chal diye
us mod pe jahaan ho gayi
meri nabz tez, meri aankh nam,
wo gumshuda kuch khaas pal,
jahaan chhod ke aaye the hum
wo raat aaj dohraayi hai
ghamgeen ghadi fir aayi hai
tu soch le wohi din teri
masoomiyat le aayi hai
is jag me sirf fareb hai
yahaan apna bhi ek kapat hi hai
jaane kis ghadi hum toote yu
gham ki raahon pe yuhi chal diye
yuhi chal diye
yuhi chal diye...
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Tera kya hai?
Tera kuch nahi to chhod ke aa tu,
Sirf tera hi hai sabkuch to chhod ke dikha tu.
In gujarati:
Taaru kashu na hoy to chhodi ne aav tu,
Taaruj badhu hoy to chhodi bataav tu.
Sirf tera hi hai sabkuch to chhod ke dikha tu.
In gujarati:
Taaru kashu na hoy to chhodi ne aav tu,
Taaruj badhu hoy to chhodi bataav tu.
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