I want to be a smile

I want to be a wave for boat

To encourage its sail

I want to be air for kite

Make it fly freely in the sky

I want to be a tear for an eye

Rolling down the cheek of bride

I want to be nectar for flower

To attract the butterfly

I want to be a drop in sun

To reflect the rainbow in open

Everyone in this world to perk

I want to be a smile
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A Silent Day

As usual wind blew the curtains and sun rays landed on my face. I turned around and hid my face under pillow. And a whole day and what to do list started moving in front of my closed eyes. I was awake, but I decided to lay there in bed. My room mate closed her wardrobe and I stood with bitterness. Got out of room and stood in balcony. Nothing got changed. Vehicles were running on highway, that man was sleeping under tree as usual. I decided to bunk the college, so after some stretching I went to room and hopped in bed. My room mate was gone. I slept till 12 o'clock and bathed. I don't know what to do, so I picked colors and brush and started painting something, I don't know what. A girl came to my room. She asked about painting, I said 3 words 'I don't know'. Then she told me her story of few past days. I was listening quietly. Suddenly her phone rang and she got out of room and never came back in whole day. I watched a movie and laid on bed and closed my eyes. Door opened. I knew that was my roomy so I didn't opened my eyes. She asked me for tea. I just nodded my head. She gave me tea and sat on her bed beside mine. She was somewhat nervous as wanted to say something. After trying too hard she moved her lips at last 'why are you not saying something? Is everything fine?' I again nodded my head in yes. Then she lose her all strength to ask anything else. I sipped my tea and my phone rang. Display was showing 'chhaya Di'. I received the call 'hello'. She started fighting with with me. She was scolding me accusing me for not calling back. And I was just listening sitting on balcony's wall. She asked me many times why I'm so silent these days. I replied 'nothing like that, just listening to you'. After so much one sided conversation she asked me something. I opened my mouth to reply and she hung up. Then after a min. she messaged 'got some work. Talk to u later'. I returned to room and took my lappy and played music on full volume. 

No one knows that I was not silent. All time I was yelling bellowing talking laughing talking. But no one knows that. I was talking to them, but they didn't listened a word. Coz they were listening just what they want to hear. I was talking continuously but no one there to hear. Why should I speak if my words have no value. Why should I allow them to leave my mind if there was no one to understand. No one to consume them. Everyone was asking me to say something just coz they are telling too much and feeling uncomfortable that I was quite. No one understand my silence. If my silence is noticeable. How could you understand my words? I'm happy to talk myself. We all need time to be alone, to think to dream to wonder. . .

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I will survive... 2

Ever happened to you? A weird feeling surrounds you every time even if you try not to think about it. May be, may be not. Have you ever thought before falling asleep that the day you lived might get last day of your life? No. Never.

I thought about that. I used to think a lot. And I was afraid. I was not scared of death, I was scared. What if I die without digging my dreams out? What if that rose gets dry and turned into humus. What if my dreams suffocate there till end of the world? What if…..

I was really worried about them. So after thinking and re-thinking, I had courage to dig them before the rose gets dry. It took too much strength. I dug them with bare hands, my fingers bled and my nails broke. After all this once again I had my dreams in my hands. Covered by soil and dirt but still fresh and fragrant. I don’t want to bury them again. And I don’t want them to be forgotten.

But…….

Do you know your future? Do you know what is there behind tomorrow?

I know I will survive my present, my weakness. But can I survive the scars of present?

It’s just like your scariest dream had come to live.

I don’t want to die leaving my dreams orphaned. Before I die I want to complete my stupid childish novel, I want people to read it and laugh. I want my website to be published and known. I want to be heard. I want to be read. I want to be loved with all my dreams.

Before I die….. I want to survive….

Will I survive….???
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LIFE...!!!!

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Zindgi kab kya modd le le, hum nahi jante. Kab kis mukaam pe kisse milwade, ye to sapne me bhi nahi socha ja sakta. Ravi or Rohan ne bhi nahi socha tha. Wo bas jiye ja rahe the apni apni zindgiyan. Ravi or Rohan, kabhi mile nahi the ek dusre se, par aaj wo milne wale the………… the…….

Rohan…………

Bada hi shararati tha bachpan se. Hona bhi tha. Apne maa-baba ki iklauti santaan tha. Sabka ladla. Natijan bada hote hote bigad jana, uski galti nahi thi. School ki shikayate, college ki mastiya sab beet chuki thi. Or beete waqt ke sath Rohan bhi badal chuka tha. Ab wo kuch banna chahta tha, kuch karna chahta tha. Bas ek mauke ki talaash me tha. Aaj uske office me koi deal honi thi. Or shayad ye uske promotion ka zariya bhi ho sakta tha. Agar aaj uska promotion ho jayega to Rohan ke sare to nahi, par kuch sapne zaroor pure ho jayenge. Wo maa-baba ka aashirwad le kar nikal padha. Maa-baba apne is bete ko dekh bahut kush the.

Ravi……..

Bahut hi seedha- sadha vyakti tha. Bachpan kuch khas to nahi tha uska. Panch bahen- bhaiyon me sabse bich ki aulaad tha. Isliye pyar me koi zyada-kam ka naaptol nahi tha. Bade bhaiya ne apne unche mukaam par pahunch kar, zaroor Ravi ki kuch mushkile badha di thi. Hota he, har ghar me comparison hota he. Ravi ke sath bhi yahi tha. Bade bhai ki image ka saya, jija ji ka foreign settlement, jinki naukri usne thukra di thi. Or choti ki shadi ke sath sath babloo ki padhai. Esa nahi tha ke sara bojh sabne Ravi par daal diya ho. Par wo khud hi mann me sare bojh liye chalta tha. Ravi roz ki tarah apni biwi Poonam or bete Shorya se alvida le apni shop ki taraf chal padha.

Rohan bus me bethe bethe vicharon me kho gaya. Darasal, Rohan khud hi ko kho chuka tha, vicharon me khona koi nayi baat nahi thi. Uski college ki shararaton or mastiyon me usne kabhi dhyan hi nahi diya ke baba par ghar ka bojh badhta ja raha he. Baba uski har jayaz- najayaz maang puri karte rahe. Use mehsoos bhi kese hota. Lad-pyar me use kuch dikhta hi nahi. Ek din doston ke sath tafri kar jab ghar pahuncha. Ghar se kuch chillane ki awaazien aa rahi thi. Wo dabe paon ja kar, ghar ki dehleez par khada ho gaya. Baba hath jodd kar kisi ke samne khade the, kareeb kareeb gidgida hi rahe the. Or maa pallu muh par lagaye aansu poche ja rahi thi. Wo admi unchi awaaz me baba se keh gaya tha, “Agle mahine tak dukan ka kiraya nahi diya to dukaan ke sath sath samaan bhi jabt kar lunga.”

Rohan stabdh reh gaya. Us din use hosh aya. Tabhi se naukri ki talaash me nikal gaya tha. Maa- baba ki us haalat ko wo dil par le chuka tha. Ghar ke halaat se wo vakif ho chuka tha. Or khud ko zimmedar man kar, khudko kosta rehta, raato ko rota rehta.

Kuch baate dil par kuch jyada hi asar kar jati he.

Ravi ki choti si sweets ki shop thi. Kuch khas mashhoor to na thi, par itni amdani thi ke Ravi ke pas koi kami nahi thi, siwaye un kuch bojh ke. Shorya ki school fee, rozmarra ki zaroorate puri ho jaya karti thi. Hafte bhar pehle hi usne car khareed li thi. Jispe usne taane bhi sune the.

“Pehle babloo- choti ko dek leta, apne khwaishe to baad me bhi puri kar sakte he.”

Ab Ravi khareedi hui car lauta to nahi sakta tha, or na hi logo ke muh band kar sakta tha. Dukaan par bethe car dekh hi raha tha, ek sajjan uski dukaan par aakar malik ke bare me puchne lage. Kisi bade raies ke bete ki shaadi ke liye yahan se mithaiyan banwani thi. Ravi ko kabhi itna bada consignment nahi mila tha. Aaj to uski khushi ka thikana hi nahi tha. Uski car ko le kar jo baate uthi thi, unko wo ab is consignment se sambhal sakta tha. Uske paas jawab tha. Wo ye khushi sabke sath baantna chahta tha, ya yun kahe ke sabke muh rasgulle se band karna chahta tha.

“Vishnu, me aaj ghar jaldi jaunga, dukaan tu badha dena, or haan 2 kg rasgulle car me rakh dena, Shorya ko bahut pasand he. Me kahin bhool na jaun. Tab tak me pas hi bank ja kar ata hu.”

Rohan bahut ummeedo ke sath office pahuncha tha. Meeting bhi ho chuki thi. Use khud par yakeen tha. Aaj wo haarega nahi. Aaj maa- baba ka wo jhuka sir uncha kar dega. Use maloom nahi tha, uske maa- baba ka sir apne bete ko sahi raste par chalte dekh kar hi uncha ho chuka tha. Meeting ke baad boss ne selected logo ko cabin me bulaya. Promotion Jatin ko mil chuka tha. Rohan ke pairon se jese zameen hatt gayi ho, aasman toot padha ho. Uske to jese zindgi jeene ka maksad hi khatam ho gaya ho. Bahut badi baat nahi thi promotion na milna. Ye nahi to agla mil jata. Rohan ghar ke liye nikal hi raha tha tabhi usne office me uddhti hui afwaah suni. “suna he Jatin boss ki wife ka rishtedaar he koi, isliye use promotion mil gya.”  Ye shabd sun kar to Rohan apni har ummeed chod chuka tha. Pair ghisat te hue sadak par kab agaya use pata hi nahi chala. Uski dhundhli ankho me, saari purani yaadein fir se chalne lagi thi or kadam apne aap age badhe ja rahe the.

Ravi apni car me beth kar ghar jane me hi tha. Tabhi Vishnu 2 kg rasgulle le aya. Ravi ko lag raha tha jese wo kuch bhool raha he. Car ki seat belt lagate lagate usne Vishnu se rasgulle le kar seat par rakh diye or ghar ki aur chal diya. Jo car lene ki khushi zaher ban gayi thi, wo khushi aaj wo rasgulle me dhundhne ja raha tha.

Rohan jab kisi raaste chalte aadmi se takraya to use yaad aya ke wo door nikal aya he. Sadak ke us par se zor se break lagne ki awaaz ayi. “Abey marna he to kisi car ke age kood, scooter ke samne kood kar, kyu gareeb ka khoon pi raha he.”

Ek ladka galti se scooter ke samne agaya tha. Na jane Rohan ke mann me kya aya. Wo samne se aati red car ke age kood gaya. Break lagane ki bahut koshish ki par car Rohan ko takkar marte hue khambe se ja takrayi.

Roahan uchal kar sadak par ja gira or Ravi car ke aage ka kanch toddte hue adha bahar aa chuka tha……..

Rohan ki ankh khuli to wo hospital me tha. Paon me fracture tha or kain choto par patti or bandage lage the. Sir ke sath sath as shareer me bhi dard tha. Sapno ke sath ab haddiyan bhi to tooti thi. Maa- baba pas hi khade the. Maa ke aansu tham nahi rahe the. Tabhi kamre me ek admi aya. Uski shakal bata rahi thi ki usne aansuo ko kese roka hua he. Usne dabi awaaz me kaha tha, “Maaf kar dijiyega, apko takleef hui. Apke hospital ka kharcha hum utha lenge. Mere bhai ki haalat thik nhi. Hum police case ke chakkar me na padhe to acha he.”

Side ke room se cheekhne chillane ki awaaz aane lagi. Wo admi bhagta hua wahan chala gaya. Rohan ne khade hone ki koshish ki to mma ne use uthne nahi diya. Par Rohan ki zidd ke age haar kar baba use sahaara dete hue le gaye. agle kamre me Ravi leta hua tha. Kamre mojood sab ro rahe the. Koi bhagwan ko kos raha tha, koi Rohan ko, or koi us car ko.

Rohan wahin zameen par beth gaya. Usne khudko marne ke chakkar me Ravi ka khoon kar diya tha. Use dikh raha tha. Jese Ravi ki jagah wo leta he or maa- baba ro rahe he, tadap rahe he. Uski aatma kanmp gayi. Wo kya karne ja raha tha. Agar Ravi ki jagah wo hota to….??? Usne kya kar diya tha….

Rohan jeete ji mar gaya tha. Usne Ravi ke parivaar se koi sahaayta nahi li thi, par sachhai bhi kisi ko nahi batayi thi.wo jee kar bhi roz marta tha. Apne us suicide karne ke faisle ko yaad karke.

Life me har koi ek bar suicide karne ki sochta he or kuch to koshish bhi karte he. Par humye bhool jae he ke humare jane ke bad humari family and friends ka kya hoga. marne ke bad sab thik ho jata he, ye sach to nahi.

Me ye nahi kahungi ke suicide karne wale coward hote he. Nahi. Par wo bahaddur bhi nahi hote. Wo zindgi se or khudse itne haar jate he ke khud ko bhi kho dete he. Suicide bahut bada kadam hota he. Ye humare sath dusro ki bhi life ko affect karta he.

It’s a humble request to people…. Please…. Don’t die….

Duniya me kitne hi log he jo har pak jeene ke liye ladte he. Humko mauka mila he jeene ka, marne ka nahi.

Life is precious, don’t lose it. Once gone, it never comes back.

Chicken Chunky

INGREDIENTS

Chicken                                   3 pieces of medium size  (cut into small pieces)

Tomato ketchup                       3 tsp

Green chilly ketchup                 1 tsp

Soy sauce                                1 tsp

Garlic                                       2 clove  (chopped finely and crushed)

Ginger                                      small piece   (chopped finely and crushed)

Onion                                       1 medium sized  (chopped)

Chilly green                              1

Capsicum  and cabbage            2 tsp  (chopped finely)  [if like to add]

Pepper  powder                        to taste

Salt                                           to taste

Coriander

Oil

METHOD

·         ~Marinate chicken pieces with soy sauce, salt, pepper for 30 minutes.

·        ~Put pan on heat, add 1 tbsp oil and shallow fry the pieces till light brown in color and keep aside.

·        ~In new pan add half tbsp oil heat it, add pinch of cumin and brown mustard seed. Then add ginger and garlic with onions. When onions starts getting brown add salt as per taste. Add green chilly, capsicum and cabbage. Let them cook. 

·         ~Add mixture of both ketchup with 1 tsp water.

·         ~Cook for 5 min.

·         ~Add chicken to it and cook for another 5 mins. 

·        ~Serve hot.
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Sleeping beauty

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These dayz I really wanna be Sleeping beauty...
coz I'm in love with my blanket :P
and sleeping is my favorite time pass....

Actually it's more like...
spending time alone with myself and my thoughts...
some times I'm afraid and hide...
some times I'm frightened
No one is there to see me, pity me
and I'm not ashamed of it

Falling in deep sleep, covered by dreamz....
your world, your rules, your wishes...

and sleep until you'll be fine...
as some Prince CHARMING will come and kisses you... and make your dreamz real...
although it's not a fairytale... no prince charming will be coming...
he is lost somewhere long ago...

Still I'll sleep for a good reason... that something, someone will wake me up...
and I make reality as my dream....

I believe
I believe.... that I'm not waste..... coz God doesn't create waste....
I'm here... alive... for a reason...
and I'll be there.....
very soon :)
but now...
I want to sleep...
I want to be sleeping beauty....
Zzzzzzz..........

I will survive....

Some days are bright and shiny and some are dull and dark. Time flies away. But when you are feeling low, it seems to halt. When things go wrong we try to make them right. They may go according to you, if they meant to be. But if they meant to be a big hurdle, they got worsen.

And that period of your life is your examination. At that point whether you deal with it or you just ran off. That time is too hard to spend. All your mistakes, all your faults, all your decisions stood in front of you like a big question mark. Sometimes it feels like they are laughing at you.

You want to run away, far, too far, unreached, forgotten and alone. A place where no one disturbs you, no one tries to understand unsuccessfully, no one suggest you things you already know, no one gives you free advice and philosophy on life. Just you and your thoughts. You talk to yourself and answer yourself. You want a fresh start after a calm break.

But does it really happen? I don’t think so. There is never a fresh start, you can’t just beat your past behind. And off course there is no such place to run away. Every day I wake up with thought to run away. And start convincing myself to fight, to stay strong, and to bear idiots. And I was really got convinced till noon. And the inevitable evening again gives me reason to run away. And in night lying alone in bed with a roll of tear I say, “This will be over. It’s just to deviate me on right path. ALLAh is showing me my way to success.”
I will survive this, I believe whether you listen or not. Whether you understand or not. Whether you see or not. I believe in me, I will survive, may be scratched, wounded, and scarred. I will cry secretly, I will retort in mind. I will fall and stand again. I will fight. I will bury my dreams deep and put a rose on it. And when that rose get dry, I will dig my dreams out and live them.

Because after all pain and scars may be I deserve what I want. I believe that there will be a day when I live my dreams. Till then I will survive.
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TUM....

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Aaj tumhe dekha kain arse baad, mann hua tumhe rok lu...
Kashmakash me ghiri hui thi... tabhi dekha tumhe laute hue...
Anjane hi me bhag kar sadak par karke tumhare samne aa kar khadi ho gayi...
Badal gaye the tum kuch itne saalo me... tumhara pehnawa... tumhari chaal-dhaal..

"kese ho?" mene haule si awaaz me shuruat ki.
"tum...?"  chaunk gaye the na.
me muskurai... tum bhi muskuraye.... "tum kesi ho?"

Or baato ka silsila chal padha... kitni, saalo se dhool chhayi baate thi... unki dhool ab hatne lagi thi...
Thoda kareeb se dekha to jaan padha... kuch nahi badla tha tum me... wahi baate.. wahi muskurahat.. wahi nazre..
Bas thodi paripakvta aagyi thi.. par wo bhi tumpe khoob janch rhi thi..
Me alag hi duniya me kho gayi thi.. tumhari baato me.. tumhari hansi me.. tumhari...... kho gayi thi tum me...
Kuch piche chhut gaya tha, samne aane laga tha.. ajeeb sa, daba sa, khoya sa.... sehma sa...
Wahi jo kabhi mujhe or tumhe baandhe hua tha... fir na jane kese toot gaya...
OHHH yaad aya.. kese toota tha wo... adhura rishta... wo pyaar...

Tabhi kuch toota.. mere ateet ki yaad..
Tumne mera hath pakad liya tha... kuch keh rahe the tum, na jane mere kaano tak awaaz kyu na pahunchi...
Tumhare chhuan ne sunn kar diya tha mujhe.. bas ek hi ehsaas tha, tumhare pas hone ka...
Tum hath pakad kar le jate gaye or me chalti gayi..  Kaash ese me tab chali hoti to...

"Dekho kon mila aaj?"

Meri nazar tumse hat us par padhi jise tum ye keh rahe the...
Ek sidhi sadhi si ladki thi samne.. kuch khaas sundar nahi.. par ajab si kashish thi usme...
Tum mera hath chod kar uske kareeb ja khade hue.. apni banh uske kandhe par dale hue..
Mere pero ke niche se to jese zamin sarak gayi ho.. fir bas ek gunji si awaaz ayi..

"Meri biwi..."

Sambhaal apne apko... bas yahi khud se kehti rhi thi me us waqt...
Kya ho raha tha mujhe.. kyu bura laga aaj tumhe khush dekh kar.. kisi or ke sath..
kisi or ke sath?
Kyu bura lag raha tha mujhe.. kyu tadap rahi thi me..
mene hi to sath choda tha tumhara bich rahh me.. ab kisi or ne thama to jal rahi hu me..
Ghut rahi hu.. mar rahi hu..
Us ladki ko me nafrat.. hairat.. bhari nigaho se dekhti rahi.. or wo sirf muskurati rahi..
Uski muskurahat mera khoon sukhaye ja rhi thi..
Tabhi usne kuch bataya... anoothe tarike se.. wo kuch boli nahi sirf ishara kar gayi.. or tum hans diye..
Tumne ek goongi ladki se shadi kar li.. tum pagal to nahi ho gaye the.. mujhse behtar nahi ho sakti ye ladki
Me ab marne lagi thi.. jalan se.. comparison se.. tumhari khushi se.. iss ladki ki khushkismati se..
Mera pyaar ab uska tha.. jo mene kho diya tha... man hi man khud ko kose ja rahi thi..
Par tum khush the uske sath.. uske khamosh pyaar ke sath..
Mujhse nahi ruka jayega ab... or me ghar ane ke liye uth khadi hui..
Darwaze pe aakar laga.. duniya chhutne ko thi.. tum ab door ho chale the.. iss ladki ne cheen liya tumhe mujhse..

Tabhi andar se ek awaaz aayi.. "tumne khud khoya he use....."
Wo ladki muskura rahi thi... wo dono hath thame khade the.. jese.. ek duje ke liye..

Or me palat gayi.. par akele nahi.. ek ansu chala aya tha sath dene...

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PHOENIX

PHOENIX

I am sitting in a dark

Looking at the peeping star

It wants to take me in

I want to count on it

Many obstacles are between us

Not very hard to cross

But I am waiting here for someone

Someone, who hold me tight

As he embrace me around

I just get collapse on ground

Nothing will be left

Only the thing is my ash

I know star, you want to make me happy

As no one ever can make me

But I am waiting here for one

Who can give birth to me from my ash

Just like the phoenix make

Sorry for the mistake I’ll make.

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Khwaishein kesi kesi

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Koi jab puchta he, humari khwaish kya he. Hum bahut soch kar ek lambi si list man me bana lete he. Or jo sabse jyada pane ki ichha hoti he, use bayan kar dete he. Sabki apni apni khwaishe hoti he, ajeebo-gareeb. Koi asmaan me udhna chahta he, koi celebrity banna. Kisi ko paisa chahiye, kisi ko sukoon. Koi pyar mangta he, koi mukaam. Or hum sab jante he, is duniya me kisi ko mukammal jahan nahi milta.

Mujhse agar koi puche meri khwaish kya he, me bina kuch soche samjhe keh deti hu, mujhe Ali Zafar se ek bar milna he or Walt Disney se bhi, milna nahi to kam se kam Disneyland dekhna he. Esi khwaish sun kar sab hasenge. Shayad mere pas wo sab he jo kisi ke bhi pas hona chahiye, tabhi meri esi ajeeb khwaish he. Mujhe proud he aaj me jahan hu, jesi hu, jin logo ke sath hu.

Par ek ladki he, uski bhi ek khwaish he. Bahut pyari, mast, bindas jaatni he. Yo Yo Honey singh ki deewani aur awesome English thumke lagati he. Sabki help karne ko tayyar rehti he. Aur jab gussa aye to typical jaatni. Hamesha hansti rehti he or hansati rehti he. Par bahut kam log jante he wo andar se kya feel karti he. Use disease he, jise wo blood allergy batati he. Pura din dawaiyan khati he. Bahut jaldi bimar padh jati he. Is bar ghar gayi to kafi din bad laut kar ayi. Bahut bujhe man batati rahi, “Didi, jante he is bar me ghar gayi to achanak behosh ho gayi. Check up hua to pata chala, meri body me koi nerve impinge he. Papa ne kaha he exams ke baad treatment start karwayenge.”

Hum sab bas uska chehra dekh rahe the. Uska hansta hua chehra us udasi me dhundh rahe the. Kya kahe use, kya samjhaye, hum nahu jante the. Tabhi usne achanak apni khwaish humare samne rakh di, “Me marna chahti hu, mujhe nahi jeena.”

Ye sun kar hum hi toot gaye the, to wo kitna toot chuki hogi, iska andaza bhi hum nahi laga sakte. Bimari ne uska sharer to todd hi diya tha, aaj man bhi todd diya. Hum use bas hasane ki koshish karte rahe or wo hume apni khwaish btati rahi. Hum iske siwa kuch kar bhi nahi paye.

Khwaishein kesi kesi

Dekhi humne ek esi bhi

Hum apne sapne chahte rahe

Or wo marne ko kehti rahi

P.S.- I don't know why I wrote this.....

Here it comes, and Here it goes……….

                                    I never knew you

                                    You never knew me

                                    Whose gonna ever knew

                                    What’s in the destiny?

I know the day

We talked for the first time

You won the basket ball match

And surrounded by crowd

                                    I reached to you

                                    And that was the first time

                                    Our eyes got met

                                    Our hands got touched

Here it comes, and here it goes

There is not a hint, what’s going on

                                    And then we met in canteen

                                    You are with your group

                                    I was my own there

                                    You said, “Hi“ to me

We smiled together

Have a new conversation

Little bit know each other

This is our last session

                                    One day I was sitting on stairs

                                    No one was there, just alone

                                    Listening to the music of my kind

                                    As, this is not the world, I belong

You came then, making your way

Just sat beside me

And the loneliness went away

As you listened to me

Here it comes, and here it goes

There is not a hint, what’s going on

                                    We messaged each other

                                    We spent nights on phone

                                    So funny things to say there

                                    Time fetched the wings and gone

When the phone beeps

I think it’s you

When the phone rang

I wish it’s you

            Here it comes, and here it goes

There is not a hint, what’s going on

                        You are all over my mind

                        I laugh with you, I cry with you

                        I know, when I turn, see you behind

                        Oh dear! You are making me crazy

            Here it comes, and here it goes

There is not hint, what’s going on

            I think I’m in love with you……

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P.S.-  I wrote this for sweet 16 love..... how they feel.... :)