Abide by the love of literature
आग है, इक आग है,
जो दर्द की हुँकार है,
जलते जहाँ ग़म थे कभी,
अब जल रहें इंसान है ।।
न सोंचता कहाँ बढ़ रहा,
क्या कर इंसान है,
बस लालसा की आग में ही,
बन रहा हैवान है ।।
ख्वाबों की झूठी साज़िशों में
बढ़ रही जो तृष्णा है,
ये मेरे मन की तृष्णा है,
ये तेरे मन की तृष्णा है,
ये कैसे मृग की तृष्णा है ।।
Sitting besides the blue-ish river of Atlanta,
Staring, the filled sky with grains,
Glittering in the nights.
He beseeches for a masterpiece.
A thought, that can change,
his life, before, it ends.
Carving, through the muds of soil,
he began his journey of life.
Some emotions, like an ocean,
with devotion, and his imagination,
created some wonderful creations.
Dolls, to play with,
Sculptures, to decor with,
Utensils, to cook and eat with.
Love and emotions put into it,
to live with.
Paving ways to the thirst of his creativity,
to accomplish, its starvation,
to achieve its thoughts, of giving life,
life to the cluster of soil and water.
Now scattered, within itself,
asks for relief, in search of something,
a masterpiece,
to mark his name,
in the history of this world.
Never found, was a masterpiece.
Found, was never a masterpiece.
Life squanders, to a limitless,
infinite, search for the pearls.
Never seen but catching,
Attentions of all, calling,
hidden inside,
deep and within,
the structured, boundaries of flesh,
Craving, is a masterpiece.
Hurt,
deep,
inside the heart,
Crawling,
Scattered,
Whimpering,
asking for help,
stayed in him,
the desires,
the hopes,
a thought,
a thought of coincident.
Afar,
Running,
Vast in the woods,
alone,
lost,
star crossed,
in the thought of,
of being complete,
staying,
in the darkest hours,
the hours of dark thoughts,
her life echoing,
to wait,
till the end,
an end,
till their tryst.
A walk of images,
appeared,
paving ways,
roads to both,
roads of possibilities,
a life,
beyond their capabilities,
a life,
there always was.
Emerging,
Changing winds,
going through,
with them,
asked them,
asked to follow.
As they followed,
to the unknown,
against their will,
Bestrewed,
Beseeching,
the destiny,
to meet,
to meet at their tryst.
Reaching,
at a dingle,
the flowers,
blossoming,
the wind,
never felt before,
the eyes,
effulgently,
went an espy,
an espy,
of each other,
as a stranger,
Known,
so much familiar,
with faded,
outline in memories.
Time urged,
to know,
and to understand,
just don’t let go,
sit,
talk,
and begin,
what was never started?
Understand,
trust,
the destiny of yours,
stick together,
and never ever,
be apart,
continue..
your trust,
tryst of love,
to a never ending,
a never-ending-end.
वो जो इश्क़ में महसूस होती थी,
है कहीं जो जल रही है,
महसूस होती है ।।
अपनी अदालत में खड़ी होकर,
अपनी सजा की गुहार लगाती,
एक तड़प की तपिश भी,
महसूस होती है ।।
मैं के पत्थर तो नहीं शायद,
फूल का महज़ काँटा ही सही,
अपनी ही दिल में अपनी चुभन,
महसूस होती है ।।
रंगों बदन में मंझ रहा हूँ,
फिर भी दर्द से आहत हूँ,
वो एक टूटने का ग़म भी,
महसूस होती है ।।
फिर हम चलेंगे अंगारों पर कैसे,
इन रातों के अंधियारे में,
वो हर तरफ़ की आबोहवा,
जला रही है रात दिन,
महसूस होती है ।।
रिस रहा हूँ हर पहर,
अपने पाने की चाह में,
भिंग के जो तर हो जाऊँगा,
फिर बह चलूँगा राह में,
ये सोचता तो हूँ मगर,
हर सुबह भी रात सी,
महसूस होती है, क्या करूँ ?
©nawaab
Say it, the way it is,
-She said
So… it’s not the way,
It has to be.
“Why” – she questioned,
Why is it not the way, it has to be..?
Like a free waterfall, You are, my sweetheart. I am a stone merely on your way..you’re going to go anyways…
Even if I will try, many ways,
you’ll go anyways.
Either you will think of the world or world will make you think of Me.
Poured Romance will melt like ice and will float on water… I will cry in each piece…
Even if I will, the pieces won’t be One…I will try and I will cry…
But Nothing will be one.
Everything is Physical, Everything logical… But not my Love… It’s pure and illogical.
It breaths in hearts and pumps in vein… It goes everywhere but not in Brain,
But not in the brain…
You have logic, I don’t have…you have love, I don’t have… Even if you’re here… I feel the fear.
Of losing you, it haunts like …
I don’t know… Why this??…
Why this?? …
Let’s find our ways… Individual and independent,
let’s meet somewhere.
Sometimes… Somewhere??
Where Our souls going to meet…
In the paradise! I think.
Where
Beauty would sustain and Romance will flow.
They make them pay,
for their dignity,
they looted them,
and they flunked their dignity.
With the transaction of dignity,
nothing exists like a human,
they show their left dead bodies,
they bet for them like scavengers,
like every time they did to them,
they will again crush the flowers,
they paid for.
Love of two, you came to life,
Love of almighty and love of hopes,
One love of two individuals, you are.
Your hearts is love,
you’re the love of your heart.
This world loves you,
with blessings, care
and amenities it has.
The trees, the roads,
the house,
your little room, loves you.
The friends, the relatives,
the strangers, loves you.
The cold winds from mountains,
travels to you,
everyday, every second,
to love you.
The icebergs melt itself,
everyday,
to be a river, a lake or a sea,
to travel you,
they love you.
They say to you, nothing,
they ask you, for nothing,
they just love you,
with the each passing time,
they make you feel,
alive and fortunate,
they want to say,
in the most romantic way,
You need not to worry,
you’re loved.
Happening to me,
is the love of lone,
a love with me,
for me from me.
Carried away with thoughts,
creating a thousand times,
deleting it several times.
I keep what I like,
eliminating the odds,
joining the dots,
creating it, of my own.
Without any fear of losing,
Without any hope of getting,
Hopelessly and fearlessly,
Stepping ahead in love,
a love with me,
for me from me.
Few drops of unattended thoughts,
travel all the way from the clouds of imaginations,
not entertaining, but pertaining to something within,
falls on dry hearts.
It’s an amalgamation of a life,
creating a covered, preserved and promising way of dealing,
with pain and strains of lives.
It regenerates lives,
boosting energies of dead cells,
and the tradition of sorrows and happiness.
It opens up the eyes, closed with
died thoughts of the unreal world.
It feels, within a life, the chord of life
and the cure to undied deaths.
A thought,
to understand,
the life,
it’s importance,
it’s nurture,
making most out of it,
getting best out of it.
Let it live, in literal sense,
Measuring,
it’s caliber,
it’s capacity,
it’s capabilities,
it’s wonders,
it’s dangers.
Life, it’s creation,
it’s does and it’s don’t,
It’s necessities,
it’s requites,
It’s purpose,
a goal.
It’s fractions,
satisfactions,
Values it should add,
Values it should not,
Peace, it’s mechanism.
The inner selves,
the outer selves,
It’s pain,
it’s griefs,
It’s love,
it’s hates.
the things,
to achieve,
Before it ends.
