Monday, November 19, 2012
Home Sick.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Aaj Fir Ek Uphar Dede
Kal Hi To-
Haal-E-Dil
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Meri Manzil Mere Raste
Saturday, September 15, 2012
They Don't Deserve
Friday, September 14, 2012
I wish....
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Kon sa ghar?
Saturday, May 5, 2012
I love you :)
I love your eyes, I love your style….
You are a dream, which I never want to break,
You are that ointment which smoothens my ache…
You are a blessing; when you talk,
I love you, when you hold my hand,
I love your walk, I love your voice…
You are a kind of person, so that I can proud of my choice…
Beetein lamhein hume tadpate kyun hain...
Friday, April 13, 2012
Chhro na mujhko halat ki tarah
Bezuban but se ban jatein hain hum unke aage,
Waqt ke aage, ban ke reh gaye hain kacche dhage.
Man to kerta hai, fir ek bar laga lu seene se unhe…
Shayad ek bar fir se jee uthe mera mara hua dil…
Per himmat nahi hoti khush dekh ker unhe,
Aag kaise laga du unki duniya mein main…
Shayad wo aag ju bujh gyi hai unke seene mein,
Fir se fukaar uthe na mere bolte hi,
har ek lamha unki yaadon ka,
kaidh jazbaat, yunhin kholte hi…
Islie khush ho lete hain unki tasweer dekh ke hi
Unke sath rehker ilaz nhi ho paya dil ka,
kya pata jud jaye ye… roz aankein sek ke hi….
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
My Beautiful Dream....
He wasn’t a bit serious, it was fun.
He had broad shoulders, and broad chest,
He was just amazing not like rest.
When he said "I love you", I felt so bliss,
His voice was so virile, like offering of a kiss.
I don’t know was he a dream or a truth,
But he was like a fountain of youth.
He was little weird, but who does care?
The kind of things he says, who else can dare?
I love his smile, his mesmerizing look,
After all he is, yes he is my duke.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Why m not special :(
Why doesn’t anyone love me truly?
Why there is no one to hold my hand?
Why there is no one,
Beside whom I would love to stand?
Why there is nobody who cares for me?
Why there is nobody who does prayers for me?
Why there is no one who can realize my innocence…
Why there is no one who wants my presence?
Why there is no body, and I’m all alone…
Why there is no body and I feel like a breathing stone.
Why there is no body in whose dream I can swim.
And who can say that I’m special for him.
मुझे कविता लिखना पसंद है… इन्हें कविता पढ़ना बिलकुल पसंद नहीं…. इसलिए अक्सर इनसे नाराज़ होकर इन्हीं की शिकायत… पन्नों में उतार देती हूँ… जान...
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Haan main galat thi …. Laga tha mujhe mar jaungi teri rusvaiyon ke bad, Dil bhi dhadakna chod dega , teri parchhiyon ke ...
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A broken girl trying to be strong, She wakes at night long very long, A pool of tears which she hides, A broken dream on whic...