Ye Safar

Har safar mein humsafar ho,
Ye zaroori to nahi;
Kuch raaste akele hi chalo,
Manzilein door hi sahi. 


Raah mein takra jayega koi na koi;
Muskurayega shayad,
Ya phir dekhega bhi nahi.


Tum nirash na hona,
Har dil reham-o-karam nahi.
Tumhare dil mein pyar beshumar ho,
Baatne waala bereham hi sahi.


Haan ye sach hai ki is baat mein koi chingari nahi;
Par wo dil-e-jazbaat hi kya,
Jo bhadke dum bhar,
Par taa-umra roshan nahi.


Dil ke har khayal ko yun na jhuthlana,
Unmein pyar chupa hai kahin na kahin.
Unke saaye mein jannat-e-sukoonat hai;
Phir mera arz jhootha hi sahi.

Feelings In Conversation

It's been a long time,
I want to see you now.
Before your memories sublime,
I want to meet you somehow.


Didn't I touch your heart enough?
Didn't I interest you much?
Or you don't like wooing,
You just like to play it tough!


I should not call it love,
Neither lust nor infatuation;
But I am under a spell,
As if I gulped down a magic potion!


I tried all, I tried hard;
I behave no different than a retard.
I beg angles, I plead to Universe,
In front of the mirror, I stand and rehearse!


Or should I just take care of myself,
Forget you as a sweet dream.
It would surely not work on itself,
Atleast I won't hurt my self-esteem.


If I do so, I will feel like a loser,
But it's no different than to aimlessly loiter.
My heartbeats echo, they sound so confused.
My wisdom betrayed me, my senses have fused.


As the poem ends, I realize where I'm heading;
Amazing is the effect, as if someone is guiding.
Angels tell me I waste my time here,
This time, its the devils I want to adhere.


When have I listened to anything nice,
To make something worthwhile outta my life.
You're the motivation behind my thoughts;
Tasteless they would have been, you add the spice!

It 's Not A Prayer!!

It has to be the way I want it,
Or it should better not happen;
You force me to like it,
My hatred would strengthen!


I want to argue,
Fight, bite and spat;
I never withdrew,
But I never asked for something like that!


Tired of negotiating,
My spirit is losing it;
Life is calling,
I keep snoozing it!


You call it a phase,
Or undeserving, unfortunate delays;
But I know those signs;
They will take me to haunted highways!


I want all of it to come together,
One encounter and its all over;
I would love to fight,
But I do have a desire to rejoice!


Give me a break,
I wish to heave a sigh of relief;
I know You are there and listening,
And it is not a dumb belief!


A ruthless soul hath no beauty,
Shower your love, the world is thirsty;
My pleads turning into poems,
Show me a miracle before they get dusty!