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सूरज से गुफ्तगू #5


बिखेर दिए है आज जो बदल भी तुमने
बस गए हो यु उसके भी दिल में
कुछ तो शर्म करो कितनो के दिल के तोड़ोगे
अब बस भी करो, मोहब्बत करता हु, ये कितनो से कहोगे.



सूरज से गुफ्तगू #4

First things first


पागल ही कह लो
हम तो सूरज से भी बातें करते है,
ख़्वाबीदा ही कह लो
हम तो उससे मिलने का ख्वाब भी देखते है.

कुछ और गुफ्तगू उस अनजान सूरज से:

सूरज से गुफ्तगू #3

सूरज से गुफ्तगू #2

सूरज से गुफ्तगू #1

सूरज से गुफ्तगू #1


तुम रोज जो छुप-छुप के
मुझे यु देखा करते हो,
सिर्फ नफरत ही है ज़ेहन में
या थोड़ी मोहब्बत भी किया करते हो?

PS: I refrain to translate them in English! I don’t think I can justify it!

One Big Happy Family #7

My one big happy family is indefinitely big and happy of course, but they have become one of those. You know one of those who are so-so happy all the time, and persistently trying to make you too a little optimistic, not that you are a pessimist, but you would, for a while like to be left alone, sulking into your sour mood. Or you could include them in one of those who makes you hate- love, or the over enthusiastic lovers, or better still those who mock who for your failure in pretty much everything. Yes, I am going to add them in the mocking category, for they started doing just that, with all their coupling, and full disclosure of love, and even their way of constantly rubbing it all on my face.

I know you don’t believe me, you guys never do!

But I have proof!!


And believe me they are the ones to kiss and tell, if you know what I mean 😉

Sighs!! Even my big happy family thinks they are better at love than me!


All you vain dreams

As short as a mid summer night

Swift; fleeting; lonely

Bestowing me with nothing but melancholy.

Fierce as a loving woman’s anger

Sweet as the kiss of a passionate lover

A bell at dawn; a parting groan-

If only I’d be wise enough to see beyond it.


The Glorious Madness.

Like a cloud of fire

I soar a little higher

In the burning light

Of that sadistic sun.


Burning the golden lightening

In the broad of daylight.

He fears not-

Throwing the silver arrows and spheres

In the dawn- quite clear

The dusk, a little dear

He springs, trying to cut my wings

Amidst the shade of rainbows- I hide

Unwanted- unbidden

Not to shed a tear

But only to gather my very madness.

He knows not what I am

A cruel, blithe spirit

Rejoicing in the love that I bore

That from my lips would flow

And so like a lonely cloud of fire

I soar a little higher

Ignoring the fountain of pain

Basking in the glory of triumphant gain.