Not on a high

Body is drunk, soul is dry ,

pouring whiskey down the throat ain’t giving it a high .

What do i do?

Sleep won’t intoxicate the darkness within,

for dreams have left the gates, feeling tired of waiting for insomnia to be over.

Now nightmares are queuing up,
to push the soul in valleys of anxiety

Phool ke pankh

Khushbu thi us phool mein,
kar baitha ek bhool main,
use tod liya.

Kuch der baad woh murjhaane laga,
main bhi ghar jaane laga,
tabhi woh bola,

“Marne se pehle mujhe udna hai,
pal do pal hi sahi,
hawaaon pe savaar hona hai,
us titli ki tarah,
jo mujhe aksar chiddha jaati thi,
hawa chalti,
aur woh kahin door nikal jaati thi.. “

Maine apni khwaish puri kar li,
ab uski karne ka waqt tha,

Hawa ke khilaaf halki si mutthi khol di,
aur uski pankhudiyon ko pankh mein tabdeel hote dekha,

Bujhte diye ko jaise asmaan ki mehfil hote dekha

Heart

It races to catch up with the blooming hopes,

when expectations have not tasted experience, but ordered a celebration,

It aches in late night silence,

when darkness becomes too much for the nightmares to consume,

It breaks in attempts to be traded,

when locked doors become too much for the invitations,

even then,

it never stops beating…….

Umeed

Gum bahut hai,
duniyadaari ke,
marham nadaarad,
is bimaari ke,
phir bhi har subeh,
zakhmo ko lekar,
nikalte hai gharse,
kuch haasil karne ke kiye,
naa ho toh bhi,
ghar laut te waqt ek bujhti si
muskurahat .. Ko saath lekar aate hai,
hoga kuch naa kuch kal,
yeh mann mein dohraate hai
kya hum umeed ka dil tod de,
kya hum jeena chhod de.. isse toh achha hai,
dhalti shaam ko kyun naa chaandni raat ka mod de