Mujhe yaad na kerna

Mujhe yaad na kerna

Karo toh koi fariyaad na kerna.

Zehmat e yaad hai teri

Jho baaraha chali aati hai.

Simti hui zaat ko meri, Phir se

Bikher ker chali jaati hai.

Kuch tinke, hawaaon se mil ker

Ger tumhe chu jaaye.

Toh Mujhe yaad na kerna.

Karo toh koi fariyaad na kerna.

Zehmat e yaad hai teri ,

Jho apna rasta bhool jaati hai.

Meri palkhon ki aad me ,

Apni raat tamaam ker jaati hai.

Ashkon se bhari bheegi hawa,

Banker Agar Meri Khushbu aaye,

Toh Mujhe yaad na kerna.

Karo toh koi fariyaad na kerna.

Zehmat e yaad hai teri.

Jho mere seene se lipat jaati hai.

Apni bahon se kus ti hui,

Mere dil ko nichor jaati hai.

Ab bus apni yaadon se kahon

Ke ab Aur zehmat na kerna .

Agar Mein Kuch ker jaao

Toh koi fariyaad na kerna.

Wishes

It’s your wishes that I wish are born today. 
Even before you finish wishing them out. 
May your wishes breath with life today. 
Even before you breath them out. 

Every moment in this day I seize. 
Just to bow my head and rest on my knees. 
To wish for your wishes to spread their wings. 
And fly you out of all your sufferings. 

My wishes that are due to come true today, 
Should come true as your wish on your birthday. 
How I wish I couldn’t elaborate. 
Just Hope you have enough success, 
that atleast this year you celebrate.  

In this day, between sun rise and sun set. 
Every thing that is been coveted by you. 
And Between this sun set and rise, 
Your aspirations are fulfilled, before you even knew. 

Not that am crying

The silence on my lips,
Break into words that slips.
Your name swiftly makes its way.
Yet again on my tongue as I say.

Your mention went on for a lil long.
May be not as long as deep it was.
The feelings started to felt so strong.
Like a turbulent wave it rose.

My brain dose not stop generating your thoughts
My heart dose not stop churning your feel.
My veins dose not stop feeding you in it.
My premitive wounds re open to unheal.

Shelling tears roll down the frozen face
Not that I am crying.
Disobedient to my un absorbent eyes.
But definitely not that I am crying.

Leaking eye lashes, I keep wiping
not that am crying.
My choking throat ,Gulps in melancholy.
But absolute not that am crying.

The twitching pain in the chest,
Nonchalantly escalates the sensation.
Sentiments are high on painful fest.
Relentlessly in Pursuit for redemption.

The fluid flows effortlessly by default
Not that am crying.
Absurdly trying to camouflage the liquid salt.
But decisively I am not crying.

Just like the person can yet cry,
Without the tears left unshed.
I choose not to cry, regardless
these sliding streaks of moisture are bled.

So bleeding out agony in tears.
Not that am crying.
Not even slightest efforts to sob.
Most assuredly I am not even trying.

Unlatched soul

My soulless body lies with a lifeless glare.
Conceals and confines the pain I bare.
It’s hard to keep my soul latched to me,
When you my soul keeper aren’t there.

It cares not for my physical being,
Just leaves me in flesh and bones unseen.
Abandoning me while it’s still anchored,
Bruised, emotional casualties it suffered.

Since the time of your departure,
My spirit wondered out of my structure.
Drifting in every direction of your being.
Leaving me empty, I doubt it’s even seeing

Wanting to know how you are,
When the weight of time sheds off,
Relentlessly seeking you, wondered so far
Brings me back the traces of how you are.

It’s hard to decide what do I miss more.
It’s you or my ever wondering soul.
That refuses to reside back in me.
That refuses to fill the emptiness in me.

It’s hard to decide, it’s hard to elect.
for loosing whom should I regret?
You? That chose me to reject.
Or my soul? that I cannot recollect.

The emptiness in me, the void in me.
Is carved in an exact shape of you,
Whom should I seek to replenish it with?
Nothing could ever fit in, but you.

This empty void space in me ,
Remains sealed but unfulfilled.
Every desire drenched in its darkeness,
Is brutally suffocated and killed.

Contrast Emotions

During the chills of December,
In my head and in my heart I remember.
The very 1st igniting touch of our skin’s.
Sprinkling fuel to the fictitious breathings.

The twinkles escaping through your unshut lashes
Glaring at me like the lightning flashes.
Your body responding to my sliding touch.
It collides us closer ,that simmers and shivers so much.

The tangled lips do not wish to be untangled.
The winding arms around do not wish to unwind.
The merging breath dose not seem to unmerge.
Ever progressing kiss just takes us deeper to submerge.

Could I suffer and suffer ever more,
Wanting the pain in wounds so sour.
The unquenched desires of us in rain.
Never made it to monsoons and never will again.

Every descending drop scars my soul.
Drenched in agony, the pain takes the tole.
Liquified sorrow drips from all over me.
Soaked in your memories, I am meant to be.

Another storm rises in my head.
Keeps me awake and falls in my bed.
Clouds of eyes pours a dissimilar rain.
Starting with your musings, water cycle repeats again.

Feel good

Would it make you feel good.
Feel good like you should.
May be to know it’s a little odd.
To some one you are the god.

You posses the ultimate power,
To nurture the heart and devour
To turn the sleepless nights grim,
Into a soul stirring dream.

To shape the night of love and care,
Into a sleepless dark ambiance to stare.
To nurture the feeling of your love in me.
And to abandon that adolescent love free.

So feel good like you should
To know that your musings are like food.
It hungers my soul the moment I wake up.
Feeds on your thoughts until I breakup.

I think of you
In the rippling folds of my bed sheets.
I think of you.
As my soul’s, my mind’s and my body’s needs.

I thinking of you
As the sun burns on my skin this month.
I think of you
As the Salty fluid rolls down my cheeks this month.

I think of you
As an unrelieved sigh this month.
I think of you
As I prepare to again die this month.

So feel good
And feel good like you should.
If to know that I think of you,
In my very breath and every pumping beat that I could.

Chubhti Kalam

Kagazon ki sukhi zameen per
Kuch bheege se bhikhre hue aksher,
Jab apni apni kadiyon ko jodte hai.
Jazbaton ke pannon se aapne aapko odte hai.

Kalam ki nok ek barchi si maalum hoti hai.
Jab chubte hue labz kagaz ko cheerte hai.
Siyahi ke rang se her dard geela hua hai.
khoon e jazbaaton ka rung neela hua hai.

Kuch hawa ki zaroorat hai,
Ke likhe ghaanv sookh jaaye.
Bus phir band ker ke pannon ko.
Almaari me rakh ker bhool jaaye.

One more round

A fight is not always won.
By a hardest hitting one.
It’s won by that exhausted unfit.
Who dares to take the hardest hit.

Where the fight is me against life.
So Bruised by no punch or knife.
Yet Do not choose to sit in bound.
I stare and invite for one more round.

The pain in the blows that I take.
Mocks my opponent’s will to break.
Though I stay low than my might,
Yet I know I won’t loose till I fight.

The rumbling blows on my jaws of will,
My shaken yet firm feet proves it’s skill.
Waving glove calls with gesture it found.
Relentless to fight just one more round.

Knock outs feeds the determination
To raise to fight again.
It’s the fear that’s fled out of me,
Makes me numb and immune to pain.

I Summon my last willing breath of sorrow.
And give in all like there’s no tomorrow.
Not with my fall ,this brawl is ending.
I shall and will be the last man standing.

You are here

There is a whisper in the air.
That relentlessly wants me to care.
Seeds the feeling of you being near.
Wants me to believe you are here.

Your pulse is felt through earthly tremors.
Strengthening the feeling of your presence
Assurance of you being near,
Is very firm that you are here.

My body again reacts the way it did.
Feels so strong for me to forbid.
Shimmers in veins are very clear.
Compels me to know you are here.

Warmth in the cold breeze,
Touches me like your touch.
You are walking the plains we walked,
I know it and I know it so much.

Hope the friction of the zone,
Sends you the feeling of our sparks.
Hope you are remembering me,
While you walk past the land marks.

Not remembering you is not easy
It’s so obvious ,it’s so crazy.
This will go on for days I fear.
Feeling and knowing that you are here.

Growing old with you

But without you

In the life’s ticking pendulum,
I grow older than my age.
Adorned with your memorable emblem,
Feel locked in the sunken cage.

With every days rising sun
And under every nights twinkling stars.
Illusions of you surround me,
But the delusions awaken the scars.

With the time stitched to your musings,
I grow older than old with you.
But without you
Sharing my silence behind the mums.
I grow old with you.
But without you.

Lame walk of my feet,
Looks for your footsteps beside its.
Trembling on the path unknown,
Blisters on the feet are grown.

Conversing to your shape formed in air.
I walk with you.
But without you.
Extended In my uncut aged hair.
I grow old with you.
But without you.