~° wo ghar °~

~° Tumhara bhaag k bheed me mil jana,
Or fir kahi kho jana,
Mera tumhe dhundhna,
Or wo tumhe dhundh na pana,
Mera itna gaer-zimmedar hona,
Tera salamat ghar pahunch jana,
Me dhundhta hu fir tumhe,
Wahi gaer-zimmedar insan hokar,
Tum salamat to pahunch jati ho,
Par ab humare ghar nahi aati.
Me sochta hu tumse ek bar baat karlu,
Humara ghar tumhe mangta hai,
Tumhare paaon k niche ab wo gali bhi nahin ati,
Jispe baatein karte hue hum darwaze tak aya karte the. °~

~° Badla waqt. °~

~° Kuch aisa mamla taiyar hua hai,
Bandh darwazon me abb vyapaar hua hai,

Pichla to pehle bhula bhi na gaya,
Din me jo milta hai raat ka yaar hua hai,

Rote the hum bar-ba kisi veham me,
Tum se miley hain thoda ikhtiyaar hua hai,

Hum me jo bhi tumhara humara raha hoga “Kadian”,
Waqt badla hai,sab zar-zar hua hai,

Jo hota hai zindagi me bas ek bar,
Tumhari hi sohbat hai,humein bar bar hua hai….. °~

~° A letter to a known letterbox. (#letter8)

Being blind was very new to me.
But i can imagine it clearly,your smile,lips stretching to extreme.
You picking slice of bread from toaster and you burnt your finger.
I remember how you react when it hurts.
It was so easy to see dreams with you,two persons four eyes,not it’s two persons two eyes and they are all with one person.
Odysseus of our dreams stops here now.You can’t afford to live with me now.I know it is to be blind,I don’t want you to be habitual of it,being my tail caring less about your life,it won’t work,no no it won’t.
Things that can happen are other things,things which are real are only world I know,I can’t see but I can touch.
You just go away wherever you like,you old good friends,family or wherever you want to.
I can’t manage to see what I really can’t.
Everything is black,when tear falls,it changes a bit,it’s just wet black…….

~° A letter to a known letterbox. (#letter6) °~

I was listning to you everytime,with sheer concern and involvement.
I heard what you said,but i never knew if you meant what you actually said.
Am preety confused with humans now,they say something,and they mean something else.
They smile and they are crying at the same time.
They even say they are okay,but they are all ill.
They are showing something and hiding something at the same time.
Even they are  confused about what they should say and what they shouldn’t.
They are seeking for love and people be sympathetic with them,they who seek sympathy gain most of the love.
All wanna be happy.
Is suffering so bad?……no,after you,I am falling in love with it.
First we say we know each other,then we say we know just one part of each other,other is a misunderstanding.
Then we say we know half of its half,then it drops down to half of half of its half…….
Then comes time to say Goodbye.
And then time comes when we start thinking about each other.
Then we conclude we should say “Hi” to each other atleast,to the same person or the next.
And again we are in same whril.
IRONY…..
Falling is inevitable……

~° A letter to a known letterbox. (#letter5) °~

~° A letter to a known letterbox. (#letter5) °~

I was deadly drunk,away from home for 5 days.Though,i was in same town.
I didnt have courage to come back and unlock the door without you.Either i want you to enter with me,or i wanna see you when i open it,sitting,bored…..and when i drop my bag down,you just swung your arms around me and say-“Day was empty.”
This home seems hell without you,dont leave me alone here please.
I can’t tell this thing to anyone else,tuck this secret of mine in your mind.I am scared,i am worried about you when you are not around.
I dont even remember what i did in that chunk of hangover.
Did i call you?If you picked up,did i say any bad words to you?
Did u hangup crying?
When you are coming back to home?
I miss you everytime when i think of anything,do anything,or not doing anything.
Am got some mental sickness back then,they say its some psychotic disorder.
Its not like that,its just your absence.
And if you are not coming back on any T&C,just ask them to refer me to some mental hospital.
And make sure i nevee come back again…….

xoxoxo

~° A letter to a known letterbox. (#letter4) °~

~° A letter to a known letterbox. (#letter4) °~

From the terrace i see,i just can see heads of people,like they r walking with no feets.
Roof of mercedes,dont know whoz sitting in there,I dont have anything to do with what they are talking with their seat belts stiched to their shoulders.
Spoiler leaving black smoke,and that doesnt take seconds to take colour of air,that we r breathing.Dont know how many million spoilers are spoiling this amenity.
I dont give a hoot to what happens when people get ill with CO they are inhaling everytime.They are the one who are combusting nature.

There comes a cat from left side of lane,strolling to right side.She have a fear from notoriously hungry dogs.
And she accomplished it,she should be bestowed by that traffic inspector,who saw her going under the wheels.
He is busy in making money,taking it from up the table,under the table,and who doesn’t ask for a lisence from person on feets,or cat on paws,ahaaa they got perks of poverty.

And there comes a dame,she is preety groomed.No,i didnt see her face,just head…but she tilted it up,she looked at me,oh no,not me,her boyfriend is waving from window,just on floor down mine.
I saw him many a times,coming through stairs,and going upstairs to terrace.
He lits his cigarette there.He too mix some smoke same like, spoilers on heavy butts of motors.

Good luck to your lungs Mr. Smoker,i know you have decided to paint your lungs black same as colour of your untrimmed beard.

There comes an oldie,looking up at turning to brown sky.He raise is hands,and he murmured something.He enchanted name of his god.
I saw him for an hour or maybe more. Old age has made him lethargic,he is standing with his back against an electric pole.
He reckoned for a taxi,taxi stops,he goes in,closes his window. Then he spits out,making face like yeah i got my taxi,now keep rolling driver until my door come.
I waved at him,though he doesnt care much about me,like i dont put my sheer concern about so many things.
Reach home safely oldie….goodbye.

xoxoxo