Rubaroo

Aaj kal ka intezaar hai,
Kab hogi khudh se mulaqaat,
Aur kab samjhega yeh mann,
Dil ki woh unkahi baat.

Blank

Na koi khushi,
Na koi gham,
Ab toh aisa lagta hai, ae dil,
Murda se hain hum.

Star Crossed Strangers

Baat unkahee dono ko pata hai,

Par hai toh woh bus do ajnabee,

Khwaaishon mein unhe ulajhna kaisa,

Miley toh sahi... na miley toh sahi.

Dark Adapt

Seven billion, and counting
All we need...is one.
The supposed crowds promise company
But at the end of the day,
It's just you.
Just you and the darkness.
The night sky toys with irony,
Displaying the elaborate array of stars,
but even it knows
It's true disconnect with its predictable,
yet temporary residents.
Although we adapt to this..
this daily darkness,
We know somewhere deep inside,
That after night, comes day
And that day, may just bring us...
That one.

Hometown

Once a roaring bustle, now a mere hush.
Honking cars and crowds to years of silence.
Strange consonance, this life.
It's lessons come with time,
But the tests come before.
The sounds of tradition strike chord after chord,
note after note of the similar, melodious tune.
But the heart never seems to have had enough.
One more time, it says. Just one more.
Tabla and sitar in perfect harmony,
not missing a beat, and yet...
signaling at the dissonant emptiness
of life across the sea.
The fulfillment is gone.
The roaring bustle...was once home.

Dance

The liquidity that is dance,
an honest expression of the soul.
To let yourself go and feel the rhythm
effortlessly move your body..
vocalizes the fiery life that is you,
waiting to be heard, waiting to be seen.
To feel the air touch every part of you,
inside and out,
the words spoken by your feet,
sometimes in passion,
sometimes aggression.
The liberation tasted by occupying the spaces,
the big, bold steps that say:
I'm intrepid.
This liquidity...that is dance.

Desire

Uss paimaane ka maza hi kya jisme jaam na ho,
Uss dil ki raza hi kya jis par koi naam na ho…

Courage

They say silence is golden
To me it feels like rust
They say time heals all
Heck, who do I even trust
How much longer will it take?
Sand in the hourglass has turned to dust
Unwilling to collect or settle
This aimless waiting is too unjust.

The pain seems to have set within
Even it refuses to move I guess
Its become a part of me,
Fills the emptiness, more or less.
Can't fathom the sad songs in your playlist
Maybe they were just their time's best
See I pretend to be indifferent
But the mirror reflects a lovely mess..

..with glimpses of an emotional fool
The one who put us through this
I know it wasn't all me
Yet taking the blame feels closer to bliss
Bliss..to free you of the burden
The burden to answer this:
Did you too feel something amazing..
with every touch, every kiss?

But that's entirely your business
Your feelings are none of my concern
I distract myself with me
and let the unturned leaves burn.
The glowing fire is liberating
Reminds me of what I have learned.
If you have something to say,
Say it with courage; it's your turn.

"Life as a Re-Applicant"

For the first time, I'd like to share someone else's work on my blog. Inspiring article! Very well written. Check it out :)

http://studentdoctor.net/2009/04/life-as-a-re-applicant/

Chhup chhup ke

Kuch bhi ab darmiyaan nahi,
Phir bhi sapno mein aap kuch kehte hain,
Bejaan dil mein ab ghum nahi,
Phir bhi chhup chhup ke aansoon behte hain...