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तुम्हारी अदाओं की खबर ना तुम्हें है, और ना ही उन्हे जो मदहोश ,
मेहफिल के गुलाम , अपने आप को समझ रहे हैं|

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शायरों के गुलदसते का काँटा ही बन सके तो क्या हुआ ,
दरद के अल्फाज़ की मेहक भी तो रूह को छूह जाति है|

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आँखें हमे चूमती हुई कहीं घड़ी के काँटों पे जाकर रुकती है ,
जाइए जनाब , और आना किसी और दिन , ऐसे ही छिप छिप के ,
मोहब्बत करने का हक़ तो कमज़ोर को भी है.

ऐसा ना कहना कि कभी रोका ही नही,
गुनाह नही हमारा इश्क़ , कि कैदी ठहाराय आप को ,
फिर भी , आना , बस एक और दिन , आज़ाद कर देंगे आपकी हर साँस को|

Crash and eject.

We were moving like a tornado, crashing through the world's known and unknown, to be abruptly halted, separated and suspended over all the dimensions that were once a blur. Now, I exist and nothing else does. There is neither pain nor happiness, neither questions nor answers, neither motion nor time. It is as if amidst all the chaos, only distance survived. And only distance may grow. 

The fading image of a beautiful pain

"She loved the pain of missing her so much that one day, she left. 

She would bask in this glorious world bereft of her, swelled up in endless anguish. 

The million stings like water pellets on a stormy night, through her every thought, every association. 

Until one morning, she realized she couldn't remember whether the dimple on her face was on right or the left."

Nasha

ऐसा नशा चढ़े की बस... लगे हसीन ऐसी ही है ज़िन्दगी जैसी हमें इस पल में लग रही है. 
बस कभी कभी असलीयत की महक भी आती रहे ताकि याद आए कि नशा किया था.

From his song to mine.

He won't know of the pain that never ceases,
He wrote a song about it and that could have been his release.
You are, to me, my biggest pain,
And my greatest prize.
Only not mine.
Never mine.

If you were someone else's once,
I knew not to desire, only love.
A mortal, in bad faith,
I broke the only promise I made,
I couldn't help but Want,
I run away now.
There's nothing left to save.

What do you really want to feel?
My pain? To convince yourself of the reasons I left?
You  gave me four.
I counted them on the fingers you held once.
So tightly.
And then left.

Were you ever mine?
Did you ever want to be?
I could have never come before him.
I never really figured in.
And he never figured it out.
I'm glad for that gave you peace.
Took all of mine.

My love shall be buried.
With my whims and your touch.
Your words, they are of the universe.
They belonged to my delusions and your faithfulness.
I hope you know your desires better than mine.

Of the two, now there's just one.
Your heart shall know and mourn.
Someday, we'll clink our glasses,
To odd loves and monumental pauses,
Not today.
So, cheers darling.

You don't need to know.

I asked you not to ponder,
And I told you what I could.
You pushed and I thwarted,
No, move away from this box.

A box, you say.
A box, so safe.
What, in it, you hold?
Give us a little peek, just for a moment.

It's not yours to open.
Don't loiter around now, go.
Don't ask me what's in it.
Don't make guesses, you don't need to know.

But you asked and you guessed,
You wanted the key,
But I wouldn't give.
Your mind, curious, scared.

Tucked me into bed,
And bid me love and kisses,
Off you went, the moment I slept,
To find out.

You lurked, you schemed.
Oh what could be so precious.
So close to her heart.
Isn't she promised to me?
Then her box and she shall one day be mine.

To that thought, you smiled.
I'll break the box open and apologise.
My curiosity be damned but I must be forgiven.
And at once, you brought down a hammer upon it's head.
And it burst, into flames.

Little did he know,
That box opened only to burn away, to erase.
It had all of her, in a million obscure compartments,
With a million different keys
It scorched her and devoured a bit,
Every time a compartment opened.

He went back to the room,
To find an empty bed and a note.
I only wanted to give you the truth,
But only the ones you deserved to know.
I wasn't all yours to have. I never shall have been.
Tell me, love, should I have lied?
Now, there's nothing left to know. 
Now, there's nothing left to erase.

What would make you shoot someone?

What would make you shoot someone?
Point a gun to their head, look into their pleading eyes,
And pull the trigger.
What goes on in your mind as they fall limp to the ground?
A triumphant cheer? A stray tear?
Their inanimate selves, as you leave behind and walk,
Would you remember?
Their faces. Their voices.
What would make you shoot them?
Is it that easy to cease their breaths?
A person is no more. 
A person shall rot.
And your trigger shall be the cause.
What would make you pull it?
What do you think before that?
It is just a child, that face knows no guilt.
Only fear.
What do you hate there? What is it that you're trying to erase?
That man that just fell on your knives.
His only guilt was that he had slapped his child once.
What do you seek? What have so far found?
Oh, think. The streets are lined with the blood of your games.
They could all have loved.
And now a war, you've started.
What are your reasons. Tell me of every one of them.
I'm waiting to grow up and I will have my bullet ready.
Have your answers ready too, by then.