कब चाहा..
की साथ उड़ सकूँ मैं,
चाहत है..
सिर्फ़ इतनी,
आँखें खोलो और देखो,
किसी का सपना होतुम
किसी की कोशिशें होतुम
किसी की मंज़िल होतुम
किसी का आपना होतुम

कोई है, जो दूर से
बहूत दूर से,
खुद कोतुममे
तलाशता हुया, मैं को तरसता है !

आँखें खोलोपरी
मैंकी बस यही चाहत है..
तुम मे खो कर..
हमको !

आँखे खोलोपरी‘..
और दे दोमैंको उसकी पहचान
हम तुम

देखो ना शायद लम्हो की भी गुज़ारिश है ये



Its funny, why people lie..
wearing faces, masking cries..
nodding the zeal, with closed eyes..
pretending and whitewashing
for the things, manipulating their lives..
I’ve lived all their faces..
crafting and molding me,
just for their ease..
but I’m tired now.. of being me
‘n for all those times
I couldn’t stand, what they see.

Me with the longest shadows
and with the ugliest face,
that reaches, the other side of the lace..
I still don’t know…if it’s me
or just their spoors all over the place..
I’m crawling back to the doom..
and to those dark shadows in my room..
Wearing the most darkest shade..
I’ve became the shadow…
with the ‘Darkest Face’ !!

Endless Night

Endless Night

I couldn’t sleep for long
when i woke up
you were gone..
So many things that left unsaid
crawling and stabbing,
chopping my head
‘Chuck’, can’t stand it anymore..

cripple the touch, you adore
no more soothing, nor abhor
the endless night, to endure


darkness, left all around..
tried to focus
but nothing, was found..
stretched my hands,
in the space
molded stones
but there wasn’t any face,
that endless night,
swallowed it all
triggered in me, the endless fall.


Stunned, deprived
and alone
gloomy, tortured
and a bit frown
wide awake, in the middle of night..
cherishing the moments
of a hopeless fight..
walls around, squeezing me tight
I’m counting the seconds,
of an endless night.

The Dead ‘n Ice Cream

The Dead ‘n Ice Cream

The freezing wind of change..
i was enjoying
the ice cream and the rain
all of sudden, that scream
and a sharp pain
something has broken,
over my head
before could understand it
i was drop dead..

and there i can see, lying me
untouched, unmoved..
still could feel the taste
the ice cream, that has gone waste
still lying near to me
untouched unmoved, like me
let it be a dream, i pray
heard someone calling it a perfect day

thr’z me going.. don’t know where
things were been washed away..
Haste makes waste, that’s what they say
but could still feel the taste
the ice cream, has gone without a trace

I still could hear, the haze
the frozen night and the rain,
felt the agony of my soul..
wet and shattered in the pain

I cried but no tears
I’m scared with no fear
of losing it anymore
There is no ice cream
for a dead, I’m sure.