Bhookh ...

Pyaar ki bhookh ne, bikhari sa bana diya,

Meelo chale dhoop me, aunde muh gira diya!

Bhookh k ehsaas ne, toote muh ka dard chhupa diya,

Dukhti nabz sang pet bharo, aesa naya chaska diya!

Sukhi aankhe chup hai, jo pet aansu se bhar liya,

Par inn geele kisso ne, pyaar ki aag ko bujha diya!

Pyaar ki bhookh ne, bikhaari sa bana diya,

Jiss-se puja Rab-sa, usne dutkaar bhaga diya!

Dar-dar tere inetzaar me, din yuhi beeta diya,

Shaam dhali raat mein, toh sapno ne darra diya!

Sannato k khauph me, ek jaam humne saja liya,

Par jaam ki kamini niyat ne, tera chehra ankho me la diya!

Pyaar ki bhookh ne, bikhaari sa bana diya,

Dekha khud ko gor se, toh aaine ne hasa diya!

Ussi hasii k lalachh ne, shayar hume bana diya,

Tabse apne kore panno pe, shyaahi ko sukha diya!

For the sake of love!!

Out of time, and out of words,

You restrict your voice very often.

Out of time, and out of mind,

I utter the unspoken in a rush.

It’s not your fault,

And not even mine,

But of the wish to flow,

With the same flicks of time.

May be one,

Yet we are different souls,

So to keep us together,

time needs to scroll.

And Step-by-step, And day-by-day,

We‘ll realize this fact, in a better way!

Let’s keep on trusting,

And keep on caring,

In the name of love!!

Let’s keep on demanding,

And keep on fulfilling,

For the sake of love!!

When we can’t be together,

And we can’t even separate,

Let’s listen to our hearts,

Ignoring this vague debate.

Voice of heart or noise of silence,

Its all up to us what we choose,

But make it sure, it won’t be you,

It won’t be me, but us, who will lose.

And Step-by-step, And day-by-day,

We’ll realize this fact, In a better way!

Let’s glow with sensations,

And flow with time,

In the name of love!

Let’s admire those memories,

And overlook those quarrels,

For the sake of love!!

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Out of time, and out of words,

You restrict your voice very often.

Out of time, and out of mind,

I utter the unspoken in a rush.

And Step-by-step, And day-by-day,

We’ll realize this fact, In a better way!

♥ Pages of my love story … ♥

July 28 2010

The pages of my love story,

Will remain white forever,

Not just for being juvenile,

But, to admire its virginity forever.

Mausam se kehna, haule badalna,

Aata mujhe bhi, fisalke chalna,

Thoda sa badhna, thoda thithorna,

Tere saath se, bheeg-sawarna!!

Bin gudgudee, thahaake lagana,

Bin ruthe hi, tujhse manvaana,

Bina nashe ke, pyaar jatana,

Tujhse seekha, zindagi jee jaana!!

Sang gudgudee, dil chuu jana,

Sang udhahrann , baatein banana,

Sang hasaye, tanha rulana,

Tujhse seekha, zindagi jee jana!!

Mausam gava hai, asar toh hua hai,

Thithorta tha jo pehle, abb bekhuf chala hai,

Tu hi wajah hai, tu hi dua hai,

Haan maana mujhe bhi, ishq hua hai!!

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The pages of my love story,

Will never turn yellow,

Because I fall in love with you,

Every single day and every single hour.

You and Me (Part 5 )

(Story of 2 lovers; a famous personality and a simple writer; inspired from “Notting Hill” (movie) and a love story close to my heart.)

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You,

The leader whom the world recognize.

And Me,

The words that no one verbalize …

Incipient, it may be,

Yet we are fused.

Gradient, there may lie,

Yet love is induced.

You,

The signature for the prime deal,

Occupied with the game of words.

And Me,

The leaf for the lover’s deal,

Lost for the fame of signature.

The star blushes, and I think of you.

The wind rushes, and I think of you.

Few drops trickle, and I think of you.

Then my mind fickle,

do you think of me too?

You,

The prevailing words,

Spread amongst the unknowns.

And Me,

The jumbled words,

Rest all about me unknown.

My small world falls all around you,

Over my cornea, I always find you,

Seek and spread love, I am bound to,

And since it’s about love,

Why doesn’t it touch you?

You,

The door to the beautiful moist garden.

Will it be ever open just for me?

And Me,

The road to the same jammed door.

Will you ever freely walk over me?

I won’t have the delicious dinner alone,

The candles won’t die tonight alone,

Take out an hour, since I am in love with you,

And may not you utter, but you love me too.

You, the fuel And Me, The tool,

Eventually for the same device,

“A united Heart”, the ultimate fool.

Prickling ashes demand itching,

Sour eyes demand flushing,

But rather, I prefer cuddling,

May it turn a dream?

Their Eyes on my clogged eyes,

Their Ears ready to hear my cry,

Dry smiles on the highest scale,

to broke me into soul that’s frail.

And then,

Neither Hershey nor Cadbury,

Neither texting nor facebook,

Neither MAXX nor Durex,

Neither rock nor blue,

Can dare to sort out

my futile frustration.

Eyelids spread and reunite with disgust,

As if still sleepy after night-of-lust.

No tea, no coffee will be served on bed,

Not till those images are completely dead.

Varied light follows throughout the day,

And I am in same darkness all through my way.

A hold on the bench of ash and fire,

Assembles me with the same set of liars.

And then,

Neither Antiquity nor Teacher’s,

Neither Paulo Coelho nor Sidney Sheldon,

Neither porn nor jerking off,

Neither Wills nor Winston,

Can dare to sort out

my futile frustration.

You and Me .. ( Part 4)

Ah! Those drops trickled,
And kissed your lips.
Jealousy aroused so human,
Yet insured with bliss.


Ah! The clever thunder,
Dismayed my lover’s lids.
Concern aroused so human,
Bluffing maturely with ids.


You,
The lover for rains; fortuitously drenched.

And Me,
The lover of rains; secretly drenched.
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Amorous glances ready to surrender,
Coinciding touches without blunders.
Seized words and closed eyes,
Everything wet in rains and cries.

You,
The culprit of fuming fires,
The reason behind nascent desires.

And Me,
The culprit of nascent desires,
The reason behind fuming fires.

You and Me .. ( Part 3)

Volatile parenthesis,

Flowing within my anecdotes …

I can’t hold it back,

How so ever I avoid.

Those repetitive quotes,

Are substitute to my voids.

You,

The naughty creature, certainly vivacious.

And Me,

The idiotic lover, certainly credulous.

Dry parenthesis,

Burning with my wet notes …

Publishing those three pious words,

Are genuinely followed by “too”,

Fluctuation in defining relation,

Redefines your pranks’ pattern too.

You,

The appreciator of my real jokes,

And Me,

The comedian molding my life as a joke.