Suicidal

Alas! My tears aren’t dry alone,

Even my smile does carry the same genre.

The dryness chokes my throat at times,

But there won’t be any hiccups this time!

Speaking out load, routinely hang-outs,

Craze for social sites, plea for love bites,

Every scene turning out to be a dried desire,

As if suicidal impulses within a struggling fire.

I toss a coin, it shows me life,

I toss it again until it refers to suicide.

I pen down few last words, and then I realize,

On either side of the coin, it’s you and your voice!

I wish to hear you one last time,

Before anyone could spot the lovely grime,

But it follows,”Damn it! Pick up my call”,

And an untouched leaf is ready to fall.

A dance in rain, funny smile in pain,

Utterance of “nothing”, and mute disdain,

Every scene bringing out a fake desire,

As if suicidal impulses within a timid lair.

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The dryness chokes my throat at times,

But there won’t be any hiccups this time!

Rondu Tidda- Sahil

Never a thought of it was ever raised,

Not even your shadow did I ever chased,

But that’s what we call destiny,

The page once written will surely be faced.

Those who were acquaintance for years,

Became friends in a couple of days.

The hilarious beginning over a chat,

Pushed forward with lots of grace.

May be the beginning goes not-so-old,

And every page seems ready to unfold.

But out of the box of reality we know,

Age doesn’t matter when things are never sold.

Your secret advice that I never realized,

The count of chocolates that I always revised.

Are punched well with all our random plans,

Not forgetting the initials that were once devised.

Never a thought of it was ever raised,

Not even your shadow did I ever chased,

But that’s what we call destiny,

The page once written will surely be faced.

Kab tak ?

Takiye tale kayi haseen sapne bune honge,

Kab tak aansuo se unka tana mota karoge?

Hawae toh har mausam aese hi bahengi,

Kab tak band khidki k shor ko jashn kahoge?

Bheed mein chalte hue dhakke toh lagenge,

Kab tak do gajj k daere mein rahoge?

Dee toh ek hii duniya ek hi zindagi sabko,

Kab tak mitti ki murat ko dosh doge?

Lakeeren toh tazurbe se hi padhti hai,

Kab tak chand rekhao ko kismat samjhoge?

Jitna sochoge, utna kar toh nahii sakoge,

Par jitna karoge, usse jyada hi soch zaroor sakoge!

Khoob hasso! Khoob Khilo! Khoob Jiyo!

We are what our thoughts have made us. So take care of what you think. Words are secondary, thoughts live and travel far.

Swami Vivekanand

NITIN: NOT-SO-DIPLOMAT PIECE

The SOIL transported from heaven,

Was technically blended with CONCRETE,

And so was the STRUCTURE molded,

Of this “Not-so-diplomat” piece.

“One” turned 18 and was dropped in MANIT,

Where METALlic polls lightened the CIVILian’s Street.

And when strength to materials was desired indeed,

A smiling face met another smiling piece.

Every Friday waiting for the movie release,

From the cheapest to Samarth’s treat,

On-paper plans and unplanned meets,

And the day you tried first leg-piece.

Combined studies following combined conspiracies,

Visiting IITs under the name of technical trips,

The special message for just two chocolate fantasies,

Crazy Histories lie behind this beautiful period-piece.

I wish to pen-down these three years,

Layer by layer, and piece by piece,

But certainly this never ending Saga,

Cannot be gripped within a poetic piece.

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.