The Little Girl

today i met a little girl,
so hopeful and so happy..
today i met a little girl
oh she was so lovable and chirpy...
i thought i knew the little girl,
she sounded so familiar...
i thought i met the little girl
but that was  much earlier...
i wanted to talk to the little girl,
she smiled as she looked at me,
i thought i saw the little girl,
laugh at my life's irony...
i thought i heard the little girl,
teach me how to live...
i thought i felt the little girl,
did for all these years me forgive..
i thought i'd ask the little girl,
to tell me what it meant...
i thought she told me, that little girl,
she felt i should have lived...
i thought that the little girl,
did in the end show me the truth...
i thought i let the little girl,
show me that even realities are full of mirth...
i thought i'd escape the little girl,
so i left her before she could...
i thought i killed forever the little girl,
forgetting come back she would...
i thought i conjured the little girl,
for i never knew what i should...
i thought it was a lie, the little girl,
for it was me in my childhood...
there were those promises i made to the little girl,
there was a life to live...
the truth it was never mine,oh my dear girl
i gave more than i had to give...
i killed her for my love i did,
i killed her with my own bare hands...
i wrought her neck, i twisted it,
she lost, was my love so grand?
you would want me for manslaughter,
you would want me dead...
you wouldn't want to know what happened,
coz you wouldn't believe what you read...
i loved the little girl so much,
oh it hurt me it really did...
i killed the little girl myself,
before by others she was killed,
i don't blame, no not one for that
i did all of it decide...
the little girl that once had lived,
did truly in me reside...
a little girl, she was so naive,
she did in dreams believe...
she thought the world was what it seemed,
she did to each, all her give...
the little girl so bruised and hurt,
i just could not let her live...
and so i left the little girl,
please if you could, me forgive...

A Life

A lifetime of hurt in her eyes,
A lifetime of pain, a life time of lies.
A lifetime that screams of betrayal,
A lifetime of dreams unreal.

A lifetime of promises unkept,
A lifetime of blows dealt.
A lifetime of vows broken,
A lifetime of words unspoken.

A lifetime filled with regret,
A lifetime of tears shed.
A lifetime of dreams shattered,
A lifetime of feelings battered.

A lifetime so unwanted,
A lifetime of ties unbonded.
A lifetime of pain, a life time of lies,
A lifetime of hurt in her eyes.

A Fool's Confession

Dreams are but dreams...fickle minded imagination creating some very extraordinary bouts of hope...hope that the world is as simple as you see it...even when reality strikes with full force, a slap bang across the face, a wake up call you can't ignore....yet stupid stupid heart refuses to listen... there is so much pain, so much loss and yet it pays no heed.... there is no reason, no logic to such things..... As they say "heart does things for reasons, reason can't understand".........

एक रात

कल रात एक जाम के ऊपर 

उनसे मुलाक़ात हुई 

आँखों से कुछ लफ्ज़ कहे

हर लफ्ज़ में एक बात हुई

अजनबी सी शक्सियत थी 

अजनबी रहने की दरकार हुई

एक कांपती सी लोह थी

कांपती बातों की ज़ंजीर हुई

उस एक पल की जैसे साज़िश थी 

खुद में ज़िन्दगी समेटने की 

और उस एक पल से लिपट जाने की 

आरजू भी खूब हुई

इस रात का कोई अंजाम ना हो

दिल की यह फरियाद हुई

कुछ में बहुत कुछ कहने की तम्मना 

लफ़्ज़ों से अनजान, जस्बातों में हर बात हुई

एक कशिश सी ख्वाब बनके

कुछ ऐसे ज़ेहन में उतर गयी

उस रात में जैसे क़ैद सारी ख्वाहिशें 

बस यादें बन महबूब हुई 

Whispered Wish

It was a bright summer day, yet rain fell on, large drops as if lashing out in anger. The sun was soon to be shadowed, a vicious harbinger of times to be. Yet she had no inkling of what fate had in store for her, what storm would wreck her life as this one ended. She was innocent, so pure, her belief in every thing was complete, so perfect, so unwavering.

She believed life was beautiful and love was what fed it. She believed that caring was living and love, defined it. Wrapped in her own little dream world, little did she know it would all come crashing down. And while she would be left with pieces to pick, it would be those she loved that would cause the pain. Everything gambled for pure selfish pleasure. It was dark and vile and yet it was what was to be.

Life is unfair they used to tell her, yet she believed in its parity. Love can hurt they would tell her, she only believed it healed. She said she wasn't afraid of shadows, the darkness of which they spoke, for her life was full of light, she was only grateful for the man she loved.

But Cupid doesn't last for long, and Gods can be merciless too. Beautiful times don't last, They can be cruel, cruel with all their might. And as she saw the darkness, the pain that came with it, standing desolate, with a shadow cast upon her dreams.

She still had but one wish, she wished that man would have just understood her, love was a far cry off.

A Lifetime

A perfect day,
a perfect smile,
a perfect start.

Wishful eyes,
bated breath,
dreamy touch.

Sinful wait,
daring questions,
incomplete answers.

Untold truths,
screaming lies,
complete betrayal.

A perfect night,
a perfect tear,
a perfect end.

एक लहर

कैसा है ये बंधन, जो बनने से पहले टूट जाता है?
कैसी गांठ है यह, जो बंधने से पहले खुल जाती है?
कैसी है यह ख़ामोशी, जो हर सच बयां करती है?
कैसा है यह लम्हा जिसमे सारी ज़िन्दगी बिखर जाती  है?

क्यों हर लहर धरा से मिलने से पहले सिमट जाती है?
क्यों समुन्दर को आशियाँ बना, धरती से को ललचाती है?
यही मर्ज़ी है इस उफनती लहर की, तो क्यों ये इतना मचलती है?
क्यों करती है कोशिश माटी एक कतरे में सामने की?

यह कैसा नाता है बेनाम जिसे कायनात जोड़ती और तोड़ती रहती है?
क्यों इस सन्नाटे को चीरता शोर किसी को सुनाई नहीं देता?
एक पल में हर दर्द किस गहराई में डूब जाता है,
इन लभों पर एक झूठी हँसी खेलने लगती है

और रह जाता है जीवन का एक सच - की यह लहर फिर लौटेगी,
 फिर इस समुन्द्र की गहरायिओं से निकल कर
फिर इस धरा में सिमट जाने को तरसेगी और तब तक मचलेगी
जब तक यह धरा उसे अपना न ले या उसमे समां ना जाये.