Sunday, August 31, 2008

Birthday Gift : Love transforms a stupid into a poet...And a poet to a stupid

When all is lost,
hope still dribbles through

Dubitation hesitation covered me up
I could see nothing but
The catastrophic morning
and a nocturnal bird

I bequeath nothing but love
the sole beacon of my life
evil asphyxiates truth
difficult to articulate though

I knew this is coming
and I was ready for it
Obnoxious decisions
But perfect for us

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My heart beats for you
beats for you
O my love
where are you…where are you

I will smile for you
I will shed no tears
O my love
Just for you

First love of my life
And probably the last
Its gonna be with me
Till the last breath

My strength is in you
And your beautiful smile
O my love
Where are you…where are you

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Fikr

Nazar ke faasle to Aankhon se ayaa hote hai
Jo dil ke paas hota hai usi ko door kehthe hai
Zuban haal-e-dil chahte hue bhi keh na saki
Fasane to yeh aksar aankhon se bayan hote hai

Darta hoo itni qurbat bhi na tuhse ho jaaye
Door jaate hue yeh aankhen meri bhar aaye
Na karar doori mein na gurbat pe sabr mumkin hai
har soo har lamha bus tu hi tu nazar aaye