Simple Ishq!

Tera feeki chai ko chushki sang peena,

kachchi kachchi c mushkaan ko hardum jeena,

Naa duriyo  ko aansuo se chakhna,

Naa nazdikiyo ka sajaa ke rakhna,

Hai kuchh aur nahi par tera mera,

Simple Ishq!

Tera binn kaaran ruth toh jaana,

par manana bhi khud b khud seekhana,

Naa chhoti chhoti baaton ka dil pe lagna,

naa chhoti chhoti baaton ko dil mein rakhna,

Hai kuchh aur nahi par tera mera,

Simple Ishq!

Tera bas ek raat ko chaand se rishta nibhana,

usse jala phir mere haath se khaana khaana,

Naa betuki umeeedo ka mahal sajana,

Naa lagai kissi umeed se ghabraana,

Hai kuchh aur nahi par tera mera,

Simple Ishq!

Tera mujhe iss sehar mein tanha karna,

mere sapno ko kissi aur k bistar par rakhna,

Naa tera kal ko mera ho paana,

Naa mera yeh soch aansu bahana,

Hai kuchh aur nahi par tera mera,

Simple Ishq!

Toh kya

Bhari gullak ko farsh pe naa toda,

toh kya sanjoya,

masoom rango ne nayi diwaar ko naa goda,

toh kya dhoya.

Tere aanso ne kissi k rongte nai chede,

toh kya roya,

sudhaar na saka unko jo the fidrat se tede,

toh kya boya.

Subah uthne ke baad dubara nahi soya,

toh kya soya,

Barso ke ishq ko ek pal mein naa khoya,

toh kya khoya.

People

People,

pure, passionate, poised,

People,

pretentious, perverts, possessed.

Their hunger,

honest, hiked, horny.

Their needs,

natural, nasty, naughty.

Their intensions,

innocent, immoral, inapt.

Their relations,

rude, righteous, rough.

Their soul,

soothing, sceptic, stubborn.

Their believes,

begrimed, bold, bluffed.

Their sizes,

 stiff, small, stuffed.

People,

prized, prideful,  prudent,

People,

poor,  potent, perfectly imperfect.

Century of forwards between You and Me

Plethora of aesthetic emotions,

within someone's words,

and You reply, "Nice Read :)",

making them random forwards.

Neither adoration to His creation,

Nor any couplet from poetic soul,

No flattery, no filthy flirts,

But forwarding just peculiar forwards.

A fresh for morning and lazy one for night,

I spared hours for browsing them online,

Even sometimes, I bugged my friends,

"Please send some forwards just one last time."

Feelings became forwards, forwards became chats,

and heaps of flowing words blushing on my pad,

centuries of forwards, occupying my cell phone,

Will you be my lover for this century if not more?

An ache

An ache,

tossed and twisted,

of reason unknown,

touches me every now and then,

but whenever I look into it,

it fakes, it smiles and then settles.

An ache,

jewelled and lured,

of desires unknown,

touches me every other night,

but the moment the lightning strikes,

it fakes, it smiles and then settles.

An ache,

punned and salted,

of fears unknown,

touches me in the crowd,

but the moment I feel detached,

it fakes, it smiles and then settles.

The Escape Routes

Sometimes I feel to walk away

from those trivial meetings,

shut-down my pc,

disappear from my office,

and get my room locked.

Sometimes I wish to sleep

all day and night,

without responding to any noise

 that reach my ears.

Sometimes I scroll randomly

over my facebook profile,

with no intension,

to reply to anyone.

Sometimes I do converse,

on all futile things,

I never intended to share.

Sometimes I plan movies,

at times for dinners and treats,

even for double-tongued faces.

At times I snub for everything

how so ever rude it may sound.

Every time I think of

these "sometimes"-thoughts,

I fell they are nothing but escape routes!

You and Me Part 9

You,

 the flesh from the purest cells,

 holding the richest blood.

You,

 the mould from the finest curves,

 carrying the justest heart. 

You,

the blessing for my virtuous deeds,

pleasing all my words and needs.

You,

 the essence of my joyous existence,

 the evidence of my vicious subsistence. 

You,

the warmth that could dry the tears,

the grip that could seize the fears. 

You, 

the nexus to my every wish, 

the filler to all my ephemeral bliss.

And Me,

just your crazy lover.

You, Me and our Friendship - Little Confusion!

(You and Me Part 8)

I want a table for two,

You convince me it to be for five,

I crave for just you and me,

You make me feel it won’t look nice.

I only want to spend some time with you,

Let destiny decide how it goes with you,

I really don’t want to think what others say,

Life without you will be miserable every day.

You, the beauty, and Me, the admirer,

I am not out of words, but make up to be a liar.

If I would have been selfish,

I may have left you the other day,

When you told you love someone else,

But love can be jealous, but never selfish.

Many times I say to my mirror “We are friends”,

But, when I look into your eyes its hard to pretend,

And this crazy world knows all about my feelings,

You don’t see it or you too pretend?

You, my love, and Me, just your friends,

Still with a hope that things may work in the end.

You, Me and Our little imperfections!

(You and Me Part 7)

The questions we raise,

The reasons we make,

None required, yet we say,

They all mean too little,

Just as little imperfections.

Your pronunciations, and my expressions,

Your feeling-low, and my getting-higher,

Your kisses, and my surrendering,

All perfect in dreamy frames,

All fitting little imperfections.

Me, your Tom, and You, my Jerry,

Perfect lovers, even if we can’t marry!

Not a single choice for the same colour,

Except the choice of being lovers,

Truly random, we are the extremes,

Written by our Lord,

yet we make imperfect scenes.

The way you fight, the way I laugh,

The way you look, the way I steal eyes,

The way you mess up, the way I clear it,

Way which is leading our destination,

Through many imperfect lanes.

You, my seventh sky, and Me, your cloud nine,

Together we bring every imperfection in line.

You, Me and Our Colours! ( You and Me Part 6)

The white of your purity,

the red of our romance,

the blue of the moonlight,

and black of the followed night.

Me, the blank canvas, and you, my brush,

adding colours to my life without any rush!

The Green to let things go easily,

the phony yellow for our fresh pages,

the pink that makes us best,

the golden of rejoice and then rest.

Me, the rainbow, and You, my sky,

with the droplets of love, never we turn dry!

Emotions ..

".. shy they are,

when held in closed eyes,

when words can be touched,

and warmth of breaths felt,

so one can say,

they never lie,

but emotions do lie.."

"..frozen they become,

to cheat the toil,

of accepting they care,

to calm the turmoil,

of suspension of lies,

so you can say,

they are dry,

but emotions never turn dry.."

"..and when aged,

they are kept sealed,

still they are getting stolen,

through open eyes,

no one can say,

they never cry,

but emotions do cry.."

...

Love holds the beauty,

and beauty creates poetry,

he thought,

and as it no longer exists within,

how can he embrace his words.

Moving beyond this world,

creates poetry,

He thought,

and then that night,

he crumbled when wine couldn't help.

On the urge to bring one out,

he detached and torn,

those virgin pages,

and the dried ink of his pen,

scribbled to play with his mind.

He sang it to the world,

and played it on his guitar,

he touched the moving words,

felt love over his scars,

and then he opened his eyes.

. .