Confusion

My mouth wants to speak,
But no sound escapes.
My body wants to move,
But my brain doesn’t listen.
My heart wants to memorize,
But my senses always denied .
Why even my desire refused by myself?
Why am I so broken?
Why is it so hard?

I can’t let you see how vulnerable I’m,
I can’t give an inch,
Or I feel like I’ll lose it all.
Why do i still bother to try?
When I can’t even lift a finger in your direction.

To hold your hand,
To let you know how much I need you, When all I want is for you to hold me,
But I sit in silence,
Silently Frozen.

I’ve forgotten what it’s like to just be in the moment with you,
You see, my heart’s gone cold to preserve what little is left of me.
So I often wonder.
Why do i still love you?
When you’re nothing left except the garbage,
And why do you still love me?
When I’m nothing but broken pieces of who I used to be?


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मालूम नहीं

यह जो लड़ाई थी,
जिसमें शामिल न तुम थे,
न हम थे,
फिर भी न जाने क्यों ये गरदीस थी?
ये मौसम कि रूहानियत थी,
वो हवा कि सर- सराती हुई बेरूखी थी,
और सांसों की गिनती भी कम थी,
और ऐसे में भी,
तुम्हारा न आना तय था।

मैं आज कि नहीं, उन लम्हों कि बात कर रहा हूं,
जब तुमने, छुआ था मेरे दिल के इस तार को,
और बड़ी मासूमियत से, तोड़ा था उस दिल के हाल को,
सच कहता हूं , वो जो वक्त ठहरा था मेरे आस-पास,
उसकी याद, आज भी आंखें नम कर जाती है,
शायद,
वह समर जो दुनिया वाले भूल चुके हैं,
वो दंगे, वो लड़ाई, आज भी होती है,
मेरे दिल के इस दरवाजे पे।

कितना समझाया इसे, पर यह मानता भी तो नहीं है,
तैयार है ये,
उन धूल खाते दर्द को फिर से तरोताजा करने को,
जो अपनी निशाना छोड़ गई थी बरसों पहले,
मालूम नहीं,
ये उस दर्द को इक बार फिर से झेल पाएगा कि नहीं,
मालूम नहीं,
ये उस जुदाई को फिर से सह पाएगा कि नहीं,
मालूम नहीं,
ये उन आंखों से गिरते हुए आंसू को फिर से रोक पाएगा कि नहीं,
मालूम नही,
ये सांसों की गिरती हुई रफ्तार को फिर से जोड़ पाएगा कि नहीं,
मालूम नहीं………… मालूम नहीं
पर तैयार है यह,
आज एकबार फिर से ऐतवार के लिए।


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तेरे चेहरे की तारीफ़ है!

तेरे चेहरे की क्या तारीफ़ है हर चीज़ इसकी बड़ी बारीक है,
होठों पर बिखरी ये मुस्कान है करतीं ये लाखों का नुकसान है,
नाक के ऊपर कजरारी आँखें है जो सबको उलझाती हैं।

पर जनाब,
ये चेहरा तो सिर्फ नकाब है ये तो मासूमो को फ़साने का जाल है,
कई लोगों को इस चेहरे के न मिलने का मलाल है,
हर कोई इस चेहरे का दीवाना है सभी को इस चेहरे को पाना है।

इस नकाब जैसे चेहरे में बड़ी जादूगरी है धोकेबाज़ी इसमें भरी पड़ी है,
जनाब बच के रहना इस धोकेबाज़ चेहरे से इसमें मासूमियत बड़ी है ,
फिर भी, तेरे चेहरे की क्या तारीफ़ है हर चीज़ इसकी बड़ी बारीक है !!


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क्या मुझसे मिलने आयी हो?

क्या मुझसे मिलने आयी हो? कह दो ना तुम,
एक बार के लिए ही सही,
बस कह दो कि तुम मुझसे मिलने आयी हो,
सच कहता हूं,
कोई और कारण रोक नहीं पाएगा मुझे,
तुमसे मिलने से,
बस तुम एक बार कह दो कि तुम मुझसे मिलने आयी हो।

सच कहता हूं,
अब मुझे फर्क नहीं पड़ता है कि तुम अकेले आयी हो,
या फिर किसी के साथ आयी हो,
बस कह दो कि मुझसे मिलने आयी हो।

शायद तुम्हें याद नहीं, पर उस दिन कि बातें जो अधूरी रह गई थी हमारे बीच वो अब भी बाकी है,
वो तुम्हारी रखी आधी चाय, उस दिन जो फ़ोन के चक्कर में तुमने छोड़ दी थी वो अब भी बाकी है,
वो तुम्हारा लुडो खेलना मेरे साथ और जीत जाने पर बरी मासुमियत से चिढ़ाना मुझे अब भी बाकी है,
वो मेरे साथ लड़ाई, वो खट्टी-मीठी नोक-झोंक ही सही पर वो सब अब भी बाकी है,
शायद तुम्हें याद नहीं पर वह तुम्हारी टूटी चप्पल सिलने के बाद अभी भी तुम्हारी राह देख रही है,
वो मेरी डायरी पे तुमने जो अधूरी चित्रकारी की थी वो भी पूरा होने के लिए तुम्हारे हाथों से बैचैन हो रही है,
वो उस दिन तुम्हारे साथ जब घूम रहा था तब तुम्हारा हाथ अपने हाथों में डालकर घूमना बाकी रह गया था वो अब भी बाकी है,
तुम्हे याद है कि नहीं पर तुम्हारे साथ मेरी कुछ बातें , कुछ सपने अधूरे रह गए वो अब भी बाकी है।

आज आई हो तो बस कह दो कि तुम वो बातें पूरी करने आयी हो जो कभी हमारे दरम्यान अधूरी रह गई थी,
या फिर वो अधूरी चाय के साथ बची सिसकियां पूरी करने आयी हो जो तुमने कभी अधूरा छोड़ा था,
बस एक बार कह दो कि तुम वो अधूरा लूडो का खेल जो पहले कभी हमने साथ खेला था उसे खत्म करने आयी हो,
या वो डायरी पे बनी अधूरी चित्रकारी जो तुम्हारा राह देख रही है उसे पूरा करने आयी हो,
नहीं तो मेरे साथ हाथों में हाथ डालकर एक हो के घूमने आई हो,
बस एक बार कह दो कि तुम मुझसे मिलने आयी हो,
झूठ ही सही बस एक बार कह दो कि तुम मुझसे मिलने आयी हो।


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Feelings, oh feelings!

Because i shifted myself over you,
You hurt me with your careless insults.
They cut through me like a knife,
But blood doesn’t comes out,
So that it cured by expert surgeon.

Like nails were driven into my heart and soul,
So I went to live in the woods,
To make it easier for me to forget
the hurt,
And all the things you have done and said.

You’ve done me wrong by killing myself,
I play the records you’ve engraved into my mind,
Over and over again every day,every hours,every minutes,every seconds,to ever nano……micro……

So I went to live in a world
far away from danger, from harm,
from you and people like you.

Feelings, oh feelings!
Who can escape your presence?
Who can pretend as if you never have to be dealt with?

Who can be so foolish to think,
That one can go on the run,
Without carrying you in the heart,
Until one dares to search,
For the place where you were conceived to hide?


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There is always a ‘but’

I type, type and keep on typing. Without wasting a second even for comma while typing.
I write all I want to tell you.
I write all I want you to know.
My fingers and feelings synchronised.
Full stop.

I am ready to click ‘send’.
But, I stop.
I erase all the words.
I won’t be able to do it.
A wave of feelings rise in my heart.
It is a strange fresh feeling.
Something I have never felt before.
Something I never felt for anyone but this for you.
I don’t understand.

Why?
Why it’s with me?
Why I feel this way?
Why this for you?
And lots of why with bla…bla…bla?

Whenever I hear anyone talking of you,
Telling how close you are with them,
I feel jealous.
I burn in the fire of jealousy.
I am affected by you, the way I am affected by no one else.

I want to show my pride,
I want to proof that I too have an ego.
I want to see, how long will you take to call me back.
To text me, to converse with me.

But I can’t bear it.
The pull of my patience breaks
And I submit myself.

I don’t want to feel this way.
I don’t want to feel rejected when you ignore me.
I don’t give a blame to anyone.
But it hurts when you don’t give even a look to me.
I don’t want to, but…
There is always a ‘but’.


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Par Aaj

Bachpan mai aksar ek sawal guzar jaya karta tha,
Har 2-4 dino pe, har hafte ya phir mahine,
Par guzar ke jarur jaya karta tha,
Aakhir Bade hoke kya ban na hai??

Kabhi josh sai keh deta tha doctor,
To kabhi Engineer ,pilot , ya phir police,
Jawab hamesha badalta pur tayar rehta tha,
Ki aakhir bade hoke kya ban na hai.

Par aaj sache mayne mai kuch tamanaa jagi hai,
To khud pe hasi aa rahi hai,
Kuki mujhe bade hoke ab phir sai bacha ban na hai……..

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I goes through an accident

I go through an accident,
Not physically but heartedly,
In the middle of an ordinary day,
A miracle happened.

I get shocked,
My eyes got paused but,
My heart accelerated very fast,
Its seeems an electric shock moving ups and down,
I just lost the sensation of my sense organs,
Is it result of that accident?
Am i going to the death bed?

You came into my life,
From seemingly nowhere in particular,
And showed me what it was to love.

Spontaneous love,
Butterflies in the stomach love,
The ‘you’re everything I think of’ love.

I fell in love with your looks,
Fell in love with your moves,
And fell in love with your soul.

In the middle of an ordinary day,
A miracle happened,
I fell in love with your everything,
And now i wished everyone should must go through this accident!!!

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Headache

I’m suffering through headache,
Or let me say my mind is the one going through the  pain.
The pain goes down through my heart, rips through my rib cages.
It just crushed my body all oviously…

The pain of having to think about you 24/7.
The pain of wondering what else thing are you doing.
The pain of having to think of how you act, look, and feel when you also go through pain.
The pain of how you look like when you wake up.
Are you flawless like the river.
The pain of having to think of the first thing you do when you wake up.

Only God knows.
I want to be with you in the morning, afternoon, and evening.
I want to know how a typical day with you feels like.
My medulla oblongata always has you in mind. This is not Science. It is love.
The love I have for you is so immense, distance can’t handle it.

Distance feels it’s so long and wide,
it thought love wouldn’t reach us.
But it got it all wrong.
Love got tighter than a tough coconut covers.
But still my head hurts. It aches or what so ever.

Don’t know whether to follow Doctor’s advice of taking DISPIRIN.
But the truth of the matter is…
I don’t want to stop thinking about you.
So I’m going to let the love headache persist.
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Its journey to the destination

Its journey to the destination,
Like of forming a tree.

By making first look as the seed,
Hate as the seeding,
Gazing as the pullulation,
And unfriend relationship as sapling.

Now its time to provide appropriate nutrition,
Thinking is like sunlight,
Talking is like water,
Waiting eagerly to atleast see a look is like chlorophyll,
And your smile is like the fertilizer which amazed the growth.

Now how I’ll live any second and how it’s hard ,
Without thinking about you,
Without talking to you,
Without seeing you.

Its going well around the dusk hour to dawn hour,
But EGO comes as insects,rodents,
While attitude which is negative appears as weeds,
Its time to take care and nutrisize the relationship by a energetic smile.

As time passed the plant like relationship growths well with or without any support,
Here few Chutya(not literally) friends acts like support,
Which hampers from other birds and animals,
Its all signs to be a start of friendship between you and me.

Now as the plant becomes a tree,
Simultaneously friendship changed its form,
And its leads to the start of new cycle my dear,
Forming of fruits and flowers ,And
Enjoying the fregrence and sweetness…..

At this stage its like hurting,
Like any cut at any part of tree hurts the whole tree,
But the rainy season provides the real beauty….
Now you can amazed the situation my dear……

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Khayalat

Kuch kehte hai pyar aapko andha bana deta hai,
Kuch to pyar ko hi andha bana dete hai,
Par kya bolu unse jo pyar mai bhi dekhna chahte hai.

Kuch ankho mai khote hai,
Kuch bato mai khote hai,
Pur apni duniya kuch alag hai,
Hum to har ek saas mai khote hai.

Kuch pass hoke bhi dur hote hai,
Kuch dur hoke bhi pass hote hai,
Par apni kahani sab se alag hai,
Tanhaiyo me bhi apke khaylo me apne pan sa lgta hai.

Kuch jayda emotions wale hote hai,
Kuch kam emotions wale hote hai,
Par kya bolu apne bare mai,
Emotions bhi unki dastak dete hi mom ki tarah pighal jate hai.

Kuch ehsaso ko tabazzo dete hai,
Kuch khayalo ko tabazzo dete hai,
Kuch to apne dimag ki bhi sun lete hai,
Kae to dil ki sun te hai,
Par hum to unki har ek ruh ki aawaz ko sun lete hai.

Kuch apne ehsaaas bol ke baya karte hai,
Kuch gaa ke to wahi kuch naach ke,
Par hum to aaj bhi sabdo ke sath khel ke baya karte hai.

Kuch manjil ke liye raah dundh lete hai,
Kae to raah ko hi manjil bana lete hai,
Hum bhi nikle the usi raah par,
Par kya kare raah ne hi hume apni manzzil chun li.

Kae to sadko pe milte hai,
Kae raah me milte hai ,
Par apni mulakat hui thi saaso ke ek mod pe,
Aur uss roz se hum aap ke har ek saaso ko pehcante hai.

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Alfaaz kuch aise hai jo lafzoo me zaya nahi ho sakta

Alfaaz kuch aise hai jo lafzoo me zaya nahi ho sakta,
Tarif hi unki kuch aisi hai jo chand lamho mai baya nahi ho sakta,
Har ek rza kuch aisi hai unki ki mehfilo me bedaga nahi ho sakta,
Har yaad kuch aisi hai unki ki mehkhano me bhi behasa nahi ho sakta.

Tafif bhi kya kru unki jinke lye tarif bani hai,
Aksar tafif bhi apni khafa unse hi baya karti hai,
Kuki Alfaaz kuch aise hai jo lafzoo me zaya nahi ho sakta.

Aankh dekh unki hum ankho mai nahi khote jaisa
aksar log kaha karte hai,
Par unki aankh hi kuch aisi hai jo nase ko bhi hosh me la dya karti hai,
Sach hi to hai Alfaaz kuch aise hai jo lafzoo me zaya nahi ho sakta.

Khushboo to aksar rahashyi mai kho jaya karti hai,
Par unki ruh ki khushboo dur se hi unki hal baya karti hai,
Mano jaise Alfaaz kuch aise hai jo lafzoo me zaya nahi ho sakta.

Kash wo bhi hame yaad kar lya kare jaise hum kya karte hai,
Yaad ki to choro wo to hamare naam ko bhi khayalo mai ane se mana kar deti hai,
Ek hum hai jo unki hi yaado mai diin raat bita dete hai,
Kuki humar hal to uss alfaaz ki tarah hai,
Jo Alfaaz kuch aise hai jo lafzoo me zaya nahi ho sakta.

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Fallen

I have completely fallen for you,
Everything you do,
Everything you say,
Everything you are.

You’r my first thaught in morning,
You’r my last thaught before I fall asleep,
And you’r almost every thought in between.

You have no idea about the amount of happiness,
That you brought in my life,
Which is even more precious than the mines of gold.

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Having best birthday ever!!!

You’re a real sweetheart.
You’re a spoonful of sugar,
a drop of syrup and a dot of honey,
Have the sweetest birthday ever!!!!

This is a virtual hug and a kiss for your birthday, in the form of the lovely Poetry for you.
Here’s wishing that you get the warmest hugs and kisses from friends and family as you celebrate your birthday today.

I am gifting you a bag full of hugs and kisses on your birthday,
Not in the expectation for the something in return,
But to feel you the special my dear,
And the smile which comes on your face after going through this,
That’s my only expectation.

Every second, every minute, every hour, every day – these are the only times I think about you. 

Isn’t life ironic? I am celebrating the countdown towards death,

Of the same person without whom I would be unable to live life.

And not in last wishing you the same as others,
Having best birthday ever!!!

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Sudden Action

I feel like l have known your whole lives,
I didn’t think that I have ever been connected with anyone like the way i have been with you,

When I looks into your eyes thats i feel it,
That sudden sense of hope give me hope,
You make things okay,
No one can do that for me,
but only you bcz you are some special.

Its crazy bcz even i don’t know,
when you became so important to me,
Its like watching sunrise,
You see the orangish color adding up,
But when suddenly comes out clearly you don’t know,

And finally you are confiscated by the rays,
And its over,
And you are like rays which confiscate me my baby…..!!!

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ThErAuPtIc…LoVe-VII

And the question I ask myself a lot is,
if I barely even knew you,
why did it hurt so badly when you left?
That’s why I don’t like remembering you, because every time I think of you,
Unwillingly my mind think of how you hurt me,

Can you change this??

What…….if yess,

Then please my dear provide me the treatment……

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ThErAuPtIc…LoVe-VI

I barely even knew you so when I remember you,
I shouldn’t be so sour.
I’m not one to harbor always positive feelings, but I think if there’s any positivity within me most of it is harbored with you.
And that’s the thing,
I even i don’t know  ,
because you came into my life with cyclon,
but the way you left still hurt.

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ThErAuPtIc…LoVe-V

I barely even knew you,
so you really shouldn’t matter.
I shouldn’t do a double-take every time someone who looks like you sits across from me on the metro.
I shouldn’t be worrying about what will happen if I run into you when I visit a part of the colony I know you frequent.
Your existence shouldn’t concern me,
but for some reason I just really don’t like being reminded that you and I were once a thing.
Is it the right part for me or not,
Just confused……..!!!

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ThErAuPtIc…LoVe-III

I barely even knew you,
yet every time I walk by that lame where we met,
the one with an absurdly long cocktail and way too many gathering ,
I silently cringe.
I hate when anyone suggests me to go there, not because I associate it with you,
but because that place just sucks bcz of dirry gathering.
It’s like we were meant to meet in the worst situation known to man kind.
Now that I think about it,
there was a blizzard that time internally.
You should’ve just stayed in.
That was the omen (friend’s)that warned me,
But instead of this i’m going to get hurt myself.

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ThErAuPtIc…LoVe-II

I barely even knew you,
yet every time my friends and I catch up,
you somehow come up in conversation.
Every time I think about my first day in the school,
I remember that god damn you helped me build when I first moved in.
My feeling full of attitude first time crashed,

 it’s like he was trying to rid away the scent of you,
mark with the territory of something new.
That was left by a dumpster not too long ago, 

throwing it away was somewhat therapeutic.
I hated everyone except myself before this time.

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ThErAuPtIc…LoVe-I

I barely even knew you when I really think about it.
I knew the part of your life you shared with me,

 but even that was slim.
I knew the little things you told me about yourself,
your favorite movie,
your favorite actor,
your favorite food,
your mood swing,



but the other stuff,
I never really knew.

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My Argument

I don’t need a reason to love you,
I don’t need to answer questions of others
Concerning you.

My heart knows you and that is enough to close
all the shaken believers,
Who have lost their faith in love.
You were born in me but don’t know is same born in you,
We feed of the same need for love and fire of the mind and soul.

I know you by your breath,
By the sound of your steps even in the vaccum when one can’t hear anything but screams,
By your shadow in the burny sunlight of the day when others fear of the hot wind.

You are of like myself and that is why I loves you
From all the power I have in my body,
From the fear of losing you,
And won’t have even courage to thaught about hating you.

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Pistol like "Heart"

The day started out like any other,
I was completely unaware about what was to happen,
I entered the room and looked around,
When I saw you,i felt my heart shudder.

Everyone else just melted away,
Until there was only you and me in the situation,
I could feel my heart beating in my chest,
For you were nothing like the rest.

I was too shy to move,
Im not kind of boy to dare at first meeting,
You were too special to notice,
Too precious to even try.

Next thing I knew you were standing,
You walk so graceful and easy,
Then you were talking to me,
Before I could speak,i’m playing cricket internally.

This all channaliesd me towards you,
After your peeping into my heart,
But my attitudal ego comes in between,
But i’m gets confiscated by your eyes,
And its like my pistol like heart filled ,
But by soft Feelings instead of rudeness.

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जरिया किताबो का 

ढूंड तो में तुम्हे रहा था,
बस जरिया कितबो का था।।

 
हम तो सोशल मीडिया इस्तेमाल किया करते थे,
पर आज बैठ कर यादे लिखे जा रहे है।।

जब मालूम ही था की तुम आखरी पन्ने में हो,
फिर भी हर पन्ना किसी उम्मीद में बदले जा रहे थे।।

में ने तो किताब की कवर को ही देख किताब पढ़ डाली,
पर तुम तो सच में अनपढ़ बनकर किताब को कबार समझ रद्दी में बेच डाली।।

मालूम है की में वो नहीं हूँ जिसे तुम चाहती हो,
हम तो वो रकीब है जो महफिलो में घर धुन्ध्ते है।।

हम तो हमेशा तुम्हे देख के ही नशे में रहा करते थे,
पर कमबख्त आज पूरी बोतल पि ली फिर भी होश में है।।

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