I know I'll find myself again in all the things I Love: the Smell of Rain, the melody of songs, Love for Books & Poetry, a Lonely walk on the Shores of Wullar Lake, Golden hues of Sunset & sunrise, staring at the Moon forever, Sky filled with misty Clouds, being lost isn't a destination It's a journey of finding yourself...
Lost I am Broken shattered Millions of pieces Sprinkle to the earth From whence I came To where I am Just one man Bound in life Devoted to death It's not a choice It's only one life Returned to the earth To start rebirth
Oh Dad! How come the journey is so fast ? I wish you are here All thought has become memories I want to share the experience with you How life is challenging.
Oh Dad!! My heart fervent to see you Only what I see in you I learnt to be strong Also to be bold Even in the midst of foes When facing hell on Earth; Now I'm able to say I've lost the world.
All past is silently contained in you. But you move ever towards future, O time! Turn your vehicle for a while. And begin the journey to the lands That you have left into the past's hands. O Time! let me feel the past That they say is eternally lost. But you r mighty enough to show it. Irrespective of if or not be know it. And show be the brightest band of your spectrum. Those days of happy childhood, whose passage with you Was something unknown.
Am I dying to live Or living to die What more can I give Am I living a lie So many thoughts So many questions No answers to give Still I'm willing to try So till my curtain call I know I'm still dying to live As I'm living to die. — % &
The pen of a poet, Borrows the truth from the birds, Easing the trust of cage, The pen of a poet Is set to hold the truth.
The pen of a poet, Is in search of the wondering pain, To breakthrough the blank notions, Embracing the loneliness of the pain, The pen of a poet is molded to shed tears of pain...— % &