~° 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.
Falling is inevitable……