New Blog.
Its like ages, since i have written anything.
This blog used to contain my original creations + the fwded stuff.
My new blog, Dazed & Confuzed.
It will contain only my original creations.
So stay tuned & dunot forget to comment on the creations. 
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waqt nahi.
har khushi hai logon ke daaman main,
par ek hansi ke liye waqt nahi.
din raat daudti duniya main,
zindagi ke liye hi waqt nahi.
maa ki lori ka ehsaas to hai,
par maa ko maa kehne ka waqt nahi.
saare rishton ko to hum maar chuke,
ab unhe dafnane ka bhi waqt nahi.
saare naam mobile main hain,
par dosti ke liye waqt nahi.
gairon ki kya baat karien,
jab apno ke liye hi waqt nahi.
aankhon main hai neend badi,
par sone ka waqt nahi.
dil hai ghamon se bhara hua,
par rone ka bhi waqt nahi.
paison ki daud me aise daude,
ki thakne ka bhi waqt nahi.
paraaye ehsaason ki kya qadr karein,
jab apne sapno ke liye hi waqt nahi.
tu hi bata ae zindagi,
iss zindagi ka kya hoga,
ki har pal marne walon ko,
jeene ke liye bhi waqt nahi.
all i have to give.
you are the first thing i think of,
each morning when i rise.
you are the last thing i think of,
each night when i close my eyes.
you are in each thought i have,
and every breath i take.
my feelings are growing stronger,
with every move i make.
i want to prove i love you,
but that is the hardest part.
so, i am giving all i have to give,
to you, i give my heart.
nobody knows.
nobody knows wat i am hiding inside,
i keep on searching but i cannot find.
i am too shy to ask too proud to loose,
but sooner or later i got to choose.
na jaane.
na jaane kitni subah thhi,
na jaane kitni shaam hui.
na jaane kitni baat hui,
na jaane kitni raat hui.
na jaane tu hai kahan,
na jaane main hoon kahan.
main na jaanun toh kaun jaane ?
yehi ik paheli hai ki kaun jaane.
[incomplete yet]
in search of answers.
in silence i seek answers, for questions unformed.
is it any wonder, that silence is all i get ?
as i traverse through the inroads, of my rambling mind.
noises . . . noises everywhere . . . it comforts,
voices from forgotten past . . . explodes.
what am i trying to find ?
there i see a door that i avoid, door that holds all the answers i seek.
yet always am afraid to reach, to open . . . afraid to find.
what if there is nothing but a teeming void ?
illusions.
with every step i take a new illusion i make,
decorate it with jewels sparkling glittering lies.
with my eyes closed i see a fantastic world,
as belief seeps through i paint life in many hues.
this world of mine in darkness brightly shines,
with the first ray of light disappears . . . like moonshine.
or like a morning dew precariously clinging on the vine,
dreams . . . yet not . . . its shallow.
feelings imagined a void hollow.
as each illusion break making this imaginary world disappears,
like the snowflake on the porch.
as horizons clear broken dreams strewn in its wake,
and I shed a lonely tear my companions dear.
i create a new illusion . . . yet again,
with every new step i take.
voices in my head.
voices in my head,
do they ever dread ?
silence . . . unreachable.
in some corner of my heart,
hidden under many layers,
a lost child . . . some dreams thwarted.
voices from the past,
in a different role cast,
ever changing . . . ever lingering.
these serenades,
will they ever fade, into nothingness,
will they ? ? ?
khwab.
khwab, khwabon ka hai kya ?
bante hain bigarrte hain,
sanwarte hain bikharte hain,
aate hain chale jaate hain.
ae khwab, tu aa lekin jaane ke liye mat aa,
tera hi ik saath hai tu hi bas ik paas hai,
[incomplete yet]
sometimes something.
sometimes your senses decieve you, they simply fail for that matter.
they dunot exist at first place. what you see, hear or feel is not true.
the truth is something else, something different, something unacceptable.
