Tum jaa rahe ho...

Tum jaa rahe ho, yun lagta hai k zindagi ja rhi hai, humari khushi, humara pyaar, humara sansaar ja raha hai... 

Tum thhe to hum thhe, khushi thi, gham thhe, jeene ke do pal thhe.. 

Tum thhe to lamhe thhe, kuch khone ke, kuch paane ke, ummeed bhare zamaane thhe.. 

Tum ja rahe ho, zindagi ja rahi hai, pal do pal ki hi thi jo, wo khushi ja rahi hai, jeene ko majbur karti thi jo, wo ummeed ja rahi hai..

The Sound of Silence

Then there was no sound, 

No voice.

There were people around,

they were speaking something,

I could make out the moving lips,

yet, I could not hear a word.

I tried to speak to them myself,

tell them I wanted to hear what they were saying,

I wanted to be a part of their conversation,

yet, their ears were immune to my voice.

I kept on listening, 

straining my ears so that I may hear the faintest of sounds,

Finally my ears did hear something,

yet, it was only the sound of silence.

Life would have been so simple....

Life would have been so simple,

if only I could be a kid once again.

Running, playing and falling all around,

loving the joy and not caring for the pain.

Life would have been so simple,

if only I could go to school once more.

I miss the fun and frolic,

of what once appeared to be a bore.

Life would have been so simple,

if only I had my parents around me.

The care, the love, the selfless devotion,

giving me the freedom to just be.

Life would have been so simple,

if only college had never ended.

The pun, the quarrels, the fights,

yet in the end no one was left offended.

Life would have been so simple,

if only I had all my friends here.

Enjoying all the good times together,

for the world we wouldn't care.

Life would have been so simple,

if only time would not have passed by so fast.

Living each moment for an eternity,

forever I would make it last.

Life would have been so simple,

if only I could go back once again.

To the time when I used be happy the whole day,

when there was no time to waste on sorrow and pain.

The Moment...

It was to be my life's best moment,

The most beautiful picture was to be painted

Every pain was to lose its torment,

Even Hell for that instant was not to seem tainted.

It was to be the beginning of a bright new day,

The gory nights left far behind

Enchantment was to be received through every ray,

The Sun was to have never appeared so kind.

It was to be the relief of a sweet lingering pain,

After a long and gruesome bout

The world was to cease seeming insane,

I was to be on my feet after a staggering clout.

I was to be completely lost,

Lost in the beauty of that blissful elation

The people around were to pay the cost,

They were to be forgotten in that momentary translation.

I was to be a part of that moment's beauty,

Was to be the one among the very few

God was to endow me with that duty,

I had to be the one to share the moment with you.

I was to be the one who would have paved the way,

For blossoming this beauty into a never ending mile

Yet it was I who was to turn and walk away,

It was I who lost everything in the moment that I saw you smile.

One-sided Love Affair...

The day starts with the same lazy drift

As another sleepless night passes by,

The cloud just does not want to lift

Inspite of the drought it makes me cry.

I spend the whole day thinking about her

Fantasizing a world that's decorated by her beauty,

She spends her's such that I'm not hers to incur

As though I'm out of bounds in her life's duty.

I search for any moment we can use to talk

She's got hardly any time to waste on me,

Even at that moment its just silence that i get to stalk

Her world is centered on my letting her be.

I care for her from the bottom of my heart

Her smile lights up the entire universe,

The pity is in the insignificance of my part

For her its nothing so for me its a curse.

Sometimes I feel she wants to say something

She wants me like I want her to be mine,

Yet I know its just a sweet little nothing

It's my own desire thats hallucinating this incline.

She tells me a good person I am

I try to keep her happy and for her I care,

To her its just another obligation of sham

But to me it's just a sad one-sided love affair.

The Book

The book doesn't reveal until you start turning da pages,
My Story lies unread from da first word to da very last...
The words are the same as said by priests n by sages,
But still for you their usage goes on turning aghast...
The Book is there in yur hands,
It lays waiting to be read...
But you want to mute it by rubberbands,
And feel the urge to throw it instead...
You just don't want to waste yur time,
On a story depressingly associated wid me...
But maybe there's something in there to rhyme,
Maybe wid happiness or wid glee...
It wouldn't interest you i'm sure,
Cause you're happy wid what you know...
But maybe I ain't so impure,
Maybe it'd be better fer us if you gave it one go...
You're so sure of the image you've made,
You wouldn't care bout da depiction in da book...
But maybe this ain't a game i've played,
Maybe this actually took my whole life to cook...
You're just so right in whateva you think,
There'd be all lies in my story...
But maybe i've not made up dis link,
Maybe this is not just my shot to glory...
You're just so unfazed by whateva i've said,
Hardly bothered bout my story n me...
But maybe this story is worth being read,
Maybe i'm not just another one in the melee.......

Another Day...

Another typical day in my journey..
Another one minus the bliss,
Am still holding on to the edge..
Hanging on the precipice,
No one around to care..
None missing me each moment,
Yet I miss them so much..
It's as though I can feel the scent,
No one to think I matter..
None for whom I'd be special,
Yet for me every thought is fresh..
Living every past moment is essential,
No one to believe I can do it..
None for whom only I'd be,
Yet for my feelings..
They could only be,
No one for whom I'm the only one..
None for whom I define love,
Yet my heart beats on..
It tries to defy every shove,
No one to finish the pain..
None to wipe off the tears,
Yet my eyes don't give up..
They are determined to flood the fears....

Why???

Why doesn't anything last forever
Why does it have to end,
We only get memories to savor
When every moment takes a bend..
Why can't we always smile
Why do we have to be sad,
We only get a fake happy profile
When every moment ceases to be rad..
Why don't people always care
Why is it always a momentary act,
We only just get a moment to spare
When we are forced into the friendship pact..
Why don't we get the love we want
Why do we have to live in pain,
We only get our fakeness to flaunt
When it is what is left to make us feel sane..
Why don't we a get a harmonious long life
Why do we always have to be tied to this buckle,
We only get to relive the strife
When life comes back a full circle....

Friends

There are so many people around
Some we call foes and others friends,
Yet there's always a similar kind of sound
Not a voice distinct and no different blends..
Everyone defines a new relation
The promises made are varied and different,
Yet they fall into the same classification
The implementation of all promises is so coherent..
The insides of our souls we bare
Thinking we know them too well,
But it is all a spout of momentary care
The problems are not theirs' to dwell..
We want to know them inside out
Just like they know us at the end of the day,
But they just don't want to leave a doubt
So they take your soul and walk away..
These are the people we call our friends
Foes these days are just not required,
Cause when we end up tying all the loose ends
We find friends are such that are certainly not desired...

The Feeling That Is...

The feeling comes back to haunt you
no matter how far away you try to run,
It goes down and rises again
never failing once just like the Sun..
You try to shut it out
try to become immune to it,
And yet it infects you again
making you sick to the pit..
You try to ward it off
try to make time a scapegoat,
And yet it knocks you off your feet again
making you realize you're sailing in that same boat..
You try to pass it by
try to follow yur own way,
And yet it blows you off
making you it's companion n again back into it you sway..
You try to let it go
try to shake it off your soul,
And yet it clings onto you
making you act as it wants just like a ghastly ghoul..
You try to close your eyes
try to figure out how to escape the feeling that you seek,
And yet it strengthens in your heart
making you realize what it is and moistening yur cheek....

Friendship

It remains a question mark,
The cloud just ceases to lift...
The surroundings continue to be dark,
The dilemma of friendship does not drift...
You can talk to someone,
Feel better at times...
You only realize when you're done,
The talks were just as worthy as mimes...
You can be made to feel wanted,
Even get a little bit of care...
Yet you end up being haunted,
Cause even that is in return of a fare...
You can recount all your happiest moments,
Relate them all to it...
But when you recall all the sad deterrents,
Friendship again seems to have done it's bit...
You can call it a revelation,
It may make you happy and complete...
Then it also fills you with expectation,
Friendship as a definition continues to be obsolete....

The Realization

We tend to lose our sleep cause of a petty fight with a friend,
What about those who keep awake all night cause injury doesn't let them sleep..
When we break up with our girlfriend it seems life is comin to an end,
What about those who have rods and tubes sticking out of every part of their body and a hundred machines beep..
Tears pour out of our eyes when with our near ones we don't blend,
What about those whose pain is so immense that they have no option but to weep..
We can be mindless of others or care for those whom we intend,
What about those moments when our eyes moisten for people we don't know and yet the feeling of pain runs so deep...

Pity is...

Pity is...
When you share your joys and sorrows with someone but get only a hollow response,
Pity is...
When you care for someone so much that you could give your life but only get misconceptions in return,
Pity is...
When everything you ever said is made to stand up against you as if it were the biggest lies of your life,
Pity is...
When every feeling you ever had is a betrayal to your own soul,
Pity is...
When you love someone so much and that person just fails to understand what love is all about,
Pity is...
When in a moment your fantasy comes crashing down and despite all your protection you are unable to save it,
Pity is...
When your life is a desert and every oasis is just another mirage.....

Me

I'm a person n i'm known by my deeds,
but in death it's of misdeeds that my life bleeds...
I'm a writer n i'm using my pen with vigour n rage,
but even when the ink finishes all i've managed is a fresh page...
I'm a bird n i'm flapping my wings at a speed that's too fast to gauge,
but when i tire off i realize i'm bound in a cage...
I'm a painting n i'm full of every colourful hue,
but when the artist finishes he just wants to paint me anew...
I'm a dream n i'm living to give you hope,
but when you wake up you want to tie me to a rope...
I'm not a person n i'm not one at all,
but i'm just a shadow..a silhouette by the wall......

The Love Tragedy

I lay down again to sleep
with a tear in my eye,
Another day of trying passes
the heart still refuses to bid goodbye.
The moments are so alive
we are happy n cheerful together,
No worries bout the world
we are so into each other.
And then the whole scene changes
as though one glimpse of an illusion it was,
She's happy without me
n my love's fighting for a lost cause.
I see her going out with someone else
I fake a smile n hide my emotions,
Although my soul is betraying me
it seems it has it's own devotions.
I acn't see her with another guy
my heart with immense pain is seering,
The love doesn't die out
neither shows any sign of disappearing.
I want this to end
I want to be free,
But it seems I'm bound to to this pain
as though my destiny has written this decree.
I'm screaming my voice hoarse for help
there's no one to free me from this unrest,
I'm all alone staring at my disdainful fate
That's when I get up n the tears are flowing out like a tempest....

A Few...

A few minutes of happiness,
A lifetime of sadness...
A few moments of ecstacy,
Hours of anxiety...
A few words for understanding,
Book long explanations...
A few drops of dissatisfaction,
A rainfall of tears...
A few scratches of misery,
A wound full of pain...
A few roads of love,
Highways of hatred and revenge...

I...

I thought I was a good person,
but that turned out to be my greatest illusion...
I though I was a good son,
but giving pain to my parents is all I've ever done...
I thought I was a good brother,
but now I realize I'm like any other...
I thought I was a good friend,
but that was wrong from the starting to the end...
I thought I'd be a good lover,
but probably that I'll never discover...
I don't know whether I'm good or not,
but something in my head is making me rot...
I don't know if I'll ever be the same again,
whether I'll find solace in the rain.....