Woh!!

I wonder what makes that someone Special?? It must be our own imagination that makes our loved ones special. The way they talk, the way they move , their scent (even if it is just shampoo) almost everything appears slightly different from regular...

Poori hoti hain aksar
Unki maangi duaein
Intezaar-e-kayamat ???
Unki dekho adayein
Khuda bechain sa tha
Unki sunli sadayein
Balaon mein tha charcha
Unki lelo balayein
Subha bebas khadi thi
Unko sote jagayein
Dekh lein fitne unke
Kaash humko sataayein

Befikri mein!!

Let go.... May be we are missing on something better .

Karke roshan ishq ki kuchh mom battiyaan
Usne andheron mein mere aag laga di

Nahaq thi meri zid ki mujhe chaand chahiye
Usne sitaron se meri raat saja di

Maine jo ilzaam kabhi usko diya hai
Usne iski mere hi jazbaat wajah di

Is kadar bebas the hum bhi, dil bhi, zehan bhi
Tujhse judi humne bhi har baat bata di

Bohot Hua!!

It always intrigues me that what makes us love someone even if we are not loved back in same way. I think that we tend to believe that by holding on to some good past memory or a person we are being loyal to that person . We keep basking in the glory of the past.. It is agonising....

Yehi behtar hai ab chala jaye
Arsh-e-chahat se ab dhala jaye

Wo na ayeinge bas isi khatir
Unki yaadon pe ab pala jaaye

Khudhi se teri sab yaadein churake
Chalo khud hi ko ab chhala jaaye

Kuchh uski aur kuchh meri bhi
Aarzo hai wo ab chala jaye

Tumhe yaad hai na!!

Memories are the happenings of our life that refuse to unhappen completely. Even though nothing unhappens ever but when we have something or someone we love we dont collect memories but we live an experience.. A bliss that seems neverending ... When we lose someone all heart longs for is ; that "someone" remembers you atleast .... something so that you are able to start a conversation with a safe phrase like "Tumhe yaad hai naa!!!

Jab mere khwaab toote
Tumhe yaad hai na!!

Tere aage hi ik din
Jab ye jazbaat foote
Tumhe yaad hai na!!

Ferke mujhse aankhein
Jab wo ehsaas loote
Tumhe yaad hai na!!

Mujhko dekha kaha fir
Tere jazbaat jhoote
Tumhe yaad hai naa!!

Dekh li teri chahat
Jab kaha aankhein moonde
Tumhe yaad hai naa!!

Naakhuda Ka Afsos

What if God and Satan were Brothers.. and what if it was Satan who was to rein the world and God tricked him to take his place. What if it is haterd that keeps Satan going rather than the Evil .. And what if Satan secretely misses his brother .... This is what might be going through his mind then ..

Sabhi kahte hain
Asal mein mujhiko
Khuda hona hona tha
Shart itni see thi
Ki tujhse juda hona tha
Maine tujhko chuna
Aur tune zamane ko
Ab hum saath bhi nahi
Aur hum juda bhi nahi
Tu bhi mera nahi
Aur main khuda bhi nahi

Afsaane

"Afsaane" .. The word automatically makes you think about some good past experiences .. When I wrote this I was thinking if we are really happy about the past good experiences or we pity ourself for being a misery now... Cruel world of nowness even God had to come back to prove his existence................

Barson baad use dekha to , Kuchh bhi na pahle jaisa tha
Wo to badal gaya tha; jane, Main kyon pahle jaisa tha

Jiske har aanso ke badle ,Khoon baha mere dil ka
Soch samajh ke wo kahta ha ,Ye jaise ko taisa tha

Tu hi batla de aye kasid, Tune usko dekha hai
Mujhko koste waqt batana, Aakhir wo dikhta kaisa tha

Khel khel mein phool masalte, Hanste hue wo kahte hain
Wo jo bhi tha jiska dil toota, Kuchh kuchh iske jaisa tha

Andeshe

This was my first one in print. The thought behind "Andeshe" is a deserted lover is talking to his/her tears expecting the beloved to be secretly remembering him/her ......

Andeshe
Zara thehro aye ashqon, wo bas aataa hi hoga
Nayi wajahein tumhari, wo bas laataa hi hoga

Naye Rishte bane yaa, wo ab masroof hove
Mera barson ka humdum, wo kahlata hi hoga

Kahan mitte hain aakhir, Nishan dil pe banein jo
Wo tanhayi mein unko sehlata hi ho hoga

Na ab wo yaad aaye, na ab laage wo apna
Wo khudko baitha baitha, yun behlaata hi hoga