देखे तो हज़ार ख्वाब है,
जो बिखरते बार बार है
बेशक हज़ार कोशिशे नही की मैंने ,
पर हिम्मत भी कहा साथ है।
वक़्त गुज़रने की फ़िराक मे है
ख़ाब हकीकत की तलाश मे है,
उम्मीद साथ अब छोड़ना चाहती है
रातें और जल्दी भागना चाहती है,
पाँव चलते चलते थक गए है,
दो पल वो भी रुकना चाहते है
समझाना मुश्किल है कि मंज़िल सामने है
बस कुछ कदम और सुकूँ तुम्हारे इंतज़ार मे है,
कि बस कुछ वक़्त और ख़ाब, फिर सिर्फ़ ख़ाब ना है।।

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No matter how much you have moved on
from haunting memory of someone,
Even the Slightest of it's traces,
Takes you back where it all started..
Every sight, every word, every cry that you had ,
starts flashing back in front of you again..
Body starts to shiver again,
You suddenly lose control over yourself,
It starts to remind that how you hid in that corner of the bed
So no one sees you cry,
So no one thinks that you too care,
You try to hide your pity daddy's issues,
Because someone suffered more than you,
Someone has seen worse,
So that they don't make you feel
That your pain is pointless,
That you are just a kid seeking attention,
So they don't make you question yourself that if you are someone Emotionlly weak
If you are someone
All who need is sympathy...

I hate freaking sympathies..!

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कौन हो तुम?

तुम धुन हो मेरे गानों की
तुम बालिया हो मेरे कानों की,
तुम रातों में चाँद से हो,
तुम बरखा के बाद होने वाली शाम से हो।
तुम पन्नो पे उतरे अल्फ़ाज़ हो,
तुम मुझमें बसे जज़्बात हो।

तुम्हे लिखना चाहू तो लफ्ज़ कम है
तुम्हारी आवाज़ सुनु तो मरहम है

तुम पहाड़ों की खूबसूरती हो,
तुम सागर को मिली ज़मी हो
तुम हो इंतज़ार मे बीती हर घड़ी,
कैसे बताऊ कौन हो तुम
तुमसे जुड़ी है मेरी हर कड़ी।

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Sitting alone on a cold December night,
Some truths I just realized.
I always used to think,
You were the sunshine.
Perhaps I was wrong everytime.
You may be all shiny and bright,
But you were not the sun!
You, you were the mirror,
Mirror that made me see,
All the flaws and all the beauty
That made me shine
By my own reflection.

You have always been the mirror
Mirror that told me
That I am the sun..


— % &But some times I think,
Mirror knows transfiguration.
For it becomes a compass
When there's this webbed path.

Whatever you are,
you are in me
Be it a compass or a mirror
Or even the sun
You are something
That will always remain
Cause there's no way I can get rid off you!
As I said, you are me.. — % &

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White is my favorite color...

I once said black is my favorite color
You told me it's white
I again said black
And you said it's not
I asked as if you know me more than me
And you said yes!
black and white became a silly fight..
We were far from conclusion and then the tea arrived..
Ever since then I still wonder
How white became my favorite color,
How Your presence started to matter,
How I developed a thing for daisies,
And how you became a part of my best fantasies..

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What is it like to feel nothing?..
Feeling of having no emotions.. 
Sometimes feeling nothing makes us feel scared.. 

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What if time could be stopped by bringing it to equilibrium?
What is the equilibrium for time?

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Sometimes we become so used to perfection so to ignore the fact that our life is not perfect!

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Story ends and then you suddenly realise that how far you have come.. The stupid things you fantasised are now real memories.
You found your purpose, you have changed, you are whole new person at the end now ready to write one more story..

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It's how we grow through traumas that makes us resistant to injuries..

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