Showing posts with label she 'n' him. Show all posts
Showing posts with label she 'n' him. Show all posts

Friday, December 19, 2014

Pairing!!

This is a general observation and I severely felt to write something on this!!
It may happen that many may relate this to their own lives or even mine.. :P
But I believe that's the beauty of Panorama!! ;)

Perhaps every relationship is doomed to monotony after a while. Or perhaps some people are just wired a different way. They are cursed to yearn for love and romance even when they've had it. They have the bottomless cup that never fills even if you keep pouring world's finest wines into it.

Drunks should not be paired with sober people. Sober people want more out of life. Drunks just want one thing - one more glass of gin, one more shot of whiskey. They want the same thing over and over again. Just one more. And sober people are not willing to keep a cellar full of just that. And yet all drunkards are cursed to ask the sobers to fill their cup, and it never really works. They won't love them back. You just have to find peace with it. Relish in the memory of the sweet taste of heaven, spend your remaining days yearning for the magnificent beauty of the first sighting of the damned wine. Find time to love and hate and love again, and never truly feel satisfied.

Friday, October 17, 2014

he wants..

He wants to insist on taking her back to a simpler life...

A life where you turned the radio on in the morning and not the iPad, life where you brewed coffee and stuck around long enough to feel its aroma spread through the house, where you take a moment to feel the weight of the warm blanket on you, and appreciate the soft sheets and the hard pillows. Open the window and smell the trees - not the flowers but the trees. Name every creature, alive or inanimate, because they all deserve some identity.

He wants to make sure that she takes naps especially when her brain was in overdrive. 
He wants her  to spend no less than an hour at the bookstore even if she has no intention of buying anything. 
He wants to show her how to keep her face close to the cup and blow on the hot tea so she can feel the heavenly warmth on her face. 
They want to practice, and continue to practice patience - they should started small - waiting for the water to get warm, patiently watching the YouTube video to load, waiting for the coffee to cool down enough so it doesn't burn the tongue, slowing down at the yellow light instead of speeding up, keeping the phone away for a few minutes and laying down to stare at the ceiling. 
He wants to insist on "giving" - be it to her, to a friend, or to someone in need. 'coz he needs to be a better person to make her happier! and to make the lives simpler!

He wants to show her the joys of being sung a lullaby as she drifts off to sleep, and the importance of sleeping - to shut it out, to let it go, to allow your body to be at peace even if only for half an hour.
He wants her to control her anger, to let someone else win for a change. 
Over the years, he wants her realize that everyone is a flawed person. 
The realization should not make anyone sad or angry. It makes us humble. 
He wants her to realize that people make mistakes - that she has made mistakes, even he has made blunders and the world hasn't come to an end. 

The world doesn't come to an end for anyone. He wants succeed in making her a better person, a simpler person, a happier person, and make her life full of nice things!


He wants their life uncluttered by things - mind free - all the junk is cleaned out. He wants them to live in moment that live out the things they buy and the things they get worked up about. He wants to make her feel like a little girl learning it all over again. 

and ultimately he wants her to know she has so much space and so much peace inside her..

Monday, October 13, 2014

wait..

Moonlight becomes you..
I'm thrilled at the sight..
And we could get so romantic tonight..
You're all dressed up to go dreaming.

Sinatra sang in her ears as she sat on one of the benches in a park nearby.. She has yet to find her favorite bench. But she is working on it. (But she has been telling herself that for years now). Ideally she won't be sitting here alone. She would be sharing this beautiful view of the water and the even more beautiful city beyond the water with him. She carries a splitter in her purse nowadays - that little piece of wire that lets you connect two different headphone sets to the same outlet. She carries it around in case she ever gets to reenact a scene from Begin Again. She probably won't.

She has been carrying a sickness in her heart for so many years. Every now and then she realizes that and she wants to cry. But no tears come out. It's just sort of a sick sadness. Sad sickness. This life can't be so short. These nights can't be so long.

Perhaps some day she will put her act together and find a favorite bench, and walk long enough with him to call it an actual walk. For now, its just Mr. Sinatra and her - as we have been for many years.

What a night to go dreaming.

This is a work of fiction.

Monday, May 26, 2014

Love time!

While writing this I already have hit the sack but feeling insomniac.
Just a few thoughts about the Valentine's Day..

The last time I checked, this was supposed to be a day to celebrate love. Not a day that would make us feel lonely, and sad, and sometimes just desperate. We all feel lost sometimes but it almost seems like this day is now designed to make us feel more lost. If romantic love has entered your life, that's wonderful. Try to take out some time today and acknowledge it. If love has not swept you off your feet yet, it will come to you when it is ready. You can't find love, love will have to find you, and it will. Your only job is to make sure you let it in when it does find you. Its when you are not expecting it that it will hit you hardest — and isn't that what makes life so tragically wonderful?

Until then, trust that the universe knows what it is doing and focus on making yourself better for when love does come knocking at your door or bumping into you around the corner of a coffee shop. You must learn to be patient.

Just remember today that you are not alone, unless you choose to be, and deep down inside you, you already know that.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Sound Sleep...

Everyone of us has an idea about how our life partner should be.. but its not easy to find right person at the right time. Its not actually about right or wrong.. they are just relative phenomena. Let's say.. its all about finding a perfect match!

He was the most unlikely of companions. She didn't think she would have anything in common with someone who loves to be with himself. She didn't think that she would like a thick beard on a man's face either. It hides the face and she always liked looking. Neither did she want too tall. But there he was. Five feet eleven and supporting a thick french beard, not to mention loved being with himself.

She'd hoped that it would happen. That they would meet again. That she'd finally be able to have all the conversations with him that she only had in her mind. She had imagined the meeting a few different ways. Perhaps she'll be visibly excited, smiling, beaming with joy, shy, quiet, hesitating to make eye contact. None of that mattered now that he was here. Sitting right next to her on that beige sofa in his living room. He was looking at her quietly.

Suddenly, she felt sleepy. Of all the scenarios she had played out in her head for this moment, feeling sleepy was not one of them. She tried not to yawn. She leaned towards him, as if she was about to kiss him. But she didn't. She leaned further into him so that he had to lean back and lie down - she on top of him. When she put her head on his chest, she felt a familiar scent, but she couldn't make much of it. She was too sleepy for that. She closed her eyes while her fingers played with his fingers.

The way she slept, with her face softened and arms wrapped around his shoulders, was beautiful. She hadn't slept like that in a long time.

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Idea of love!

We have preconceived notions of a person we think we'll love.

If someone would have painted a picture of him to her before she met him, it probably wouldn't have been too appealing to her. Not because he was lacking something, it's just that he didn't fit her profile at the time. He didn't fit her idea of a person she would ever love.

For so many years, she lived with the idea of a man - not really a man. She liked how it made her feel. It made her feel content and comforted - that idea of his. It was when she was at her best and he was his. He never really lived with him, she lived with all the thoughts she created in her head about him. All the time she had been seeing him, it was really the idea of his that she wanted to see. She didn't really love him, she loved what she imagined he was, what he was supposed to be. and suddenly she thought, did she love him?!
She loved him so much. Now, it isn't him she is letting go, it is that idea of him in her head, and that's what pains her.
The idea of him that she nurtured, and loved, and cherished is what she has to let go.

It's so terrifying but we all have to recognize at some point that we don't truly love anyone until we let go of the idea of what we are supposed to love - to let go of the person that exist only in our heads. Loving real human beings is hard, but that's the only love that lasts..

Sunday, January 5, 2014

His Confession

It seems like my words have just been reduced to one woman. When I write to her my heart turns into oceans and my words to shores. All the ocean knows is to come back to the shore, with no two waves alike. I can describe her almost perfectly.. from the spontaneous energy in her kajal-eyes to her beautiful fingers, and to that faint scar on her forehead. She talks of some great people and madness. She smells of euphoria and happiness. Her eyes look of intellect and soulful desire. She listens to my life. She makes me long to lie with her. And when she looks at the low moon in the winter sky surrounded by the mountains of forever -my words just can't stop spinning. Every time this moon shines, it witnesses the overwhelming emotion in my heart, and perhaps it nods at my determination to hold her tighter than time.

I want to write something heart-wrenching beautiful. I want to write something that would crawl under the readers' skin and reduce their souls to shreds. I want to write with the longing that we dare not talk about, the suffering that we carefully tuck away between layers and layers of darkness and secrets. I want my words to dance on their wildest imagination; crack their hearts open so that new light can shine through. But I am just useless.

Lately, I write to find that moment - the moment that led to me this madness.

-omi

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Madness...

Writing after a long time guys!!
Hope you like it!

She was desperate to find something, anything that would soothe her ache. She wanted to not feel the craziness of her heart. She wanted to forget and not want the things she couldn't have. She wanted to exchange her burned, scarred heart with a brand new one, and she was desperately hunting for the clean heart, for a fresh start.

When she met him, she knew. She knew it was the purest heart she could find, and she had to have it. She was so desperate to clean herself that she did not care if she dirtied him in the process. So the first opportunity she got, she pounced. She dug her nails in his skin, and ripped his chest out. And there it was, the most beautiful thing in the world, and she was about to have it. She was about to rid herself of all her crazy, and all the her madness. It was wonderful.

And yet, no matter what she did, she couldn't take it. He was smarter than she thought, he was better than she thought. She wanted a fix, and he wouldn't allow it. He actually loved her. It was almost cruel.

All she ever wanted was a man who would soothe her madness. That was the only way she knew. But he only burned it more, made her crazier. He was right: the cure was not to fix the crazy but to accept it. She wanted to forget. He made it okay for her to remember

Wish you a very Happy New Year!! God bless!

-omi

Saturday, June 9, 2012

A Heart Break...



Just realized something.. its about heartbreak..

The heart doesn't break in a snap.  It doesn't fall and shatter on the ground; there is no cracking or ripping.  A heart breaks like a flower wilts - quietly yet.. suddenly...

She keeps the flowers on her desk. Roses, mostly. She likes Roses. They are cheerful and intense; She loves that. Their soft petals tantalize her skin whenever she touches them, and their colors brighten up the room. But then if she gets too busy to pay them much of attention... if she forgets to water them for just one day, they start to look sad and gloomy. The intense red is still there but they start to run low on vibrance. She waters them . Some life comes back, the breathing becomes easier.  Now she knows they'll last for another week or so. She hasn't hurt them enough yet.

But sometimes, its just too late. One day she comes into the room, and sees their necks down, even though their petals are still soft. Then no matter whatever she does, they will never look up again. They keep wilting slowly - dying. It doesn't matter how many times she waters them or give them plant nourishment, they are finished now. She can only wait for them to die out completely and disappear... only to become a memory for some time, and then forgotten.

This is how a heart breaks.

Monday, February 6, 2012

I love you..

When wandering through the internet and different webpages, I found an interesting article.
It was about greeks and their myths and beliefs. And take my point mates, they made sense..

Here is an extract..

Those Greeks had a very logical reason for the existence of a "soul mate".
They believed that humans initially had two heads, four arms and four legs.
They were then cut into half (not exactly, but yes.. cut is the most appropriate word I could find) as a consequence of some form of disobedience to the gods, thus creating the modern human, who was left to search for his or her other half - the soul mate.

A new age belief is that souls are made with a direct connection to one another, in pairs as they say, and it is the other pair of your soul, that is your ultimate soul mate.

In the life of every person, there is "at least one person" (yes, true for many!) with whom we make a very deep connection. The connection at times is too deep, beyond our greatest and wildest dreams.

And my dreams - the deams in my mind, the ambition that fuels my ideas, the mischief that runs through my brain, the light that permeates my eyes, the invisible tickle that makes me smile....

It's all you.

I just cant wait for your answer!!!
I.. am already yours!

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Last Kiss...


It had just started to rain when he stopped his car outside her house. She hesitated to get out of the car as she didn't want to get wet. He watched her hair as she watched the drops of rain fall down the window. Their evening coffee date was over and she was trying to leave him.. again..

He hadn't seen her since they broke up. Three weeks and two days had passed.. But to him, they were "twenty three" days of different life.. She turned back at him and smiled.. They both smiled.

"Thanks for the coffee dear!" She said. Her eyes studied his face. Reading every emotion he tried to hide. He didn't want to say.. But he did..

"I still love you!"

Her eyes fell. She played with a button on her jacket. He watched her fingers; afraid to see the look on her face.

"I know you do!" She said "things are just.. better this way.."

He nodded.. Still watching her hand. She stopped playing with the button and put her fingers under his chin to raise his head. His heartbeat stopped when their eyes met. Her face was close to his. He was not sure who moved first.. But he didn't close his eyes until their lips came together.

The sound of rain faded and only thing he knew was the feeling of her lips against his. The same lips he had kissed a thousand times before, but this was something special. But it was over.

She opened the door and stepped into rain without a word.

It was their last kiss.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Stupid...


You know how we say, 'It is too good to be true?' How when something so wonderful happens that we can't help but thank our stars and feel so overwhelmed that we have to utter with joy: Oh, you are too good to be true!

But do you know what the actual, original phrase is? It's, "If it's too good to be true, then it probably is." I don't know why we take out the last half of the quote. We choose to focus on the half truth and not face the reality.
Like she did.
Perhaps, she didn't get the memo - she didn't realize that when someone is too good to be true, he probably isn't. she is a stupid girl who believed it when he said he loved her. She was the stupid girl who didn't see the heinousness behind those cute eyes she adored. She gave in, she fell hard, and was trapped in his spell that she couldn't look beyond him. She couldn't see what he was doing to her. She couldn't decipher his plan. She couldn't see how he would use the doll that she was and then throw her out in search of another prettier one. Perhaps because he liked blond dolls and she is dark haired. Perhaps because it was all a game for him - her emotions, her life, was nothing but a game to boast in front of others. Perhaps he thought that somehow he would be more of a man if he could conquer her. Perhaps because he always thought she was stupid while telling her how smart he was. Perhaps, because she really is stupid.

If it is too good to be true, dear readers, it really is. Always, always remember that.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

a night.. with you...


There were few times - very few - when he held her in the darkness after she woke up from a nightmare. But when he did, it wasn't as if the fear would leave her. It never made the darkness go away either. Her demons were still out there. The nightmares were still walking..
When he held her, she did not feel safe, but she felt better. "It's all right," he'd whisper in her ear. "I'm here with you. I love you," and then he'd go on to lie: "I'll never leave you."

Then, just for a moment or two, the darkness didn't seem so bad.

a night to remember
like a prayer that has no answer
a night so romantic
a night that makes me sick

A night full of love
a night full of butterfly
a night full of caress
a night full of kiss
a night of bliss

a night for indulgence
a intimate and an awesome ambiance
a night of touch
a night to remember...
A night with you.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

२ कप्पे...


म्हणतात नं..
हृदयाचे २ कप्पे असतात..
एक.. रक्त पुरवठा वगैरे कामं करण्यासाठी...
आणि दुसरा.. प्रेम करण्यासाठी..
..
एक.. कधी रडण्यासाठी..
आणि दुसरा.. कधी प्रेमाचा सुगंध पसरवण्यासाठी..
..
एक.. आकाशाएवढा विशाल..
दुसरा.. धरणीसारखा.. शांत.. शीतल.. कणखर..
..
एक.. गारवा देणारा..
दुसरा.. प्रेमाची उब देणारा..
..
एक.. अज्ञात हळूवार लाट..
दुसरा.. मऊशार वाळूचा काठ..
..
एक.. सुरेख बांधणीचं पुस्तक..
दुसरा.. एक हवंहवंसं मृगजळ...
..
एक.. टवटवीत फुलांचा ताटवा..
दुसरा.. एक चमचमता काजवा..
..
एक.. जुनी न भरलेली जखम...
दुसरा.. नुकताच झालेला एक घाव..
..

या जखमांना हात नसतो लावायचा..
खपली पडायची भीती असते...
पण हो..
जिच्याकडे माझं हृदय आहे,
तिच्याकडेच आहे सगळं..
स्वप्नं.. इच्छा.. आकांक्षा.. आशा..
आणि आमच्या सुखाच्या दालनाच्या किल्ल्या..
कायमच्या..



love you!

-omi

Monday, June 20, 2011

ती.. एक राजकन्या...


एक सुंदर रात्र... चंद्राळलेली..
तेव्हा दिसली ती..

ती.. एक राजकन्या...
हसतमुख.. चेहेऱ्यावर तेज..
पाहताक्षणीच आवडली..
डोळ्यातून अलगद काळजात उतरली..
पापण्यांच्या दारातून.. हलकेच..
देवाकडे एकच मागणं..
ती मला मिळू दे..
आणि तिचीही हीच इच्छा असू दे..

ती.. एक राजकन्या...
वातावरण भारून जातं तिच्या येण्यानी..
मातीचा सुगंध दरवळतो..
आभाळ निळाशार होतं..
आसमंत जादुई गुलाबी होतं...
खात्री आहे मला..
मी अशी व्यक्ती कधी बघितली नव्हती..

पुन्हा तीच इच्छा..
ती मला मिळू दे..
आणि तिचीही हीच इच्छा असू दे..

स्वप्नांचं एक घर बांधू..
आणि त्याच्या भिंती आपल्या प्रेमानीच रंगवू..
दिवस असतील प्रेमाचे..
रात्री असतील दवबिंदूसारख्या सुंदर..

असं खुलेल प्रेम जसा की एक चंद्र..
ताऱ्यांच्या मांदियाळीतला..

एकच मागणं..
मला ती मिळू दे..
आणि तिचीही हीच इच्छा असू दे..



love you dear.. a lot..


-omi

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Happy Monsoon.... :)


The soft showers, the cold breeze and the tingling music of the droplets coupled with the enchanting chirp of the birds would want nothing but your lover beside you. The picturesque event on a date with your love can be made more romantic and cherished for life. Here are some romantic tips for several monsoon dates.

Long Drive On the Bike:
before you hit the rainy streets, wrap yourself with raincoats, if you don't want to sneeze for a whole week. However if you think, it's just unromantic idea to zoom with raincoats then leave it at home.. but, make sure to warm yourself as soon as you return from the romantic trip. While speeding far away from the city, stop at places with a picturesque scenery to exchange a warm kiss or just to splash rain water. The warmest thing to do would be to recite some romantic lines in your lover's arm or to sing some sizzling number together to enhance the love flame.

Long Drive In the Car:
The rain drops may be just barred to reach you, but not the warmth of love. Buzz the empty streets with a soft music on the background to lighten the whole event. Park the car on a scenic area, while the rain still drizzles on your roof... and you know what to do next. ;) The experience of a long drive is still warmer when you are out in the rain early in the morning.

Candlelight dinner in Balcony:
Candle light dinner in the balcony with add-ons like soft music and wine is just apt to hype the romance back in life. As the world gets drenched in water and snuggles inside the blanket fearing the great thunder and lightning, you swift to the warm banquet of just two to add spice to your love story. Let the dinner be a surprise to your partner. Send a cozy invitation with a flower bouquet.
for gals:
Dress yourself with a theme based line, or just be there with sexy outwear and dress the whole arena with magical fragrance.
for guys:
Pick your love from office and splurge on a party with an addition slow dancing evening and let the soft showers do the musical.

A silent walk on the watered street:
Try this, go for a walk, sharing a single umbrella. The base rule for the evening walk is none of you will speak a word, until you return back to shelter. Experience thousands of innocent love expressions that will go bang! with a great spice up energy.

Gobble spicy food on the street:
Steaming street food that may vary form hot chats to anything that may bring warmth to the chilled evening often leads to friendly, playful bonding.

Play an outdoor game on the Terrace!!:
Play an outdoor game in the rain like football or basketball. If that game seems to be an alien sports then go for any sports that will have both of you glued together till the game ends. Rediscover your childhood with a gala teaming spirit.

Watch them drop down from heaven:
If the above seems to be too adventurous then just follow the golden rule. Snuggle indoor during a thunderstorm. Grab a hot chocolate or any spicy meal and get settle down in front of the window or balcony, to watch the little droplets drop down from heaven. Spend time cuddling each other in a single warm shawl as the soft music plays at the background. Make sure to keep all the interruptions like phone calls at bay.

So as the clouds darken with a message of love shower today make sure to follow these tips to spice up love relationships. Happy monsoon dating!!!

I just wish to tell her:

While speeding far away from the city, lets stop at places with picturesque scenery to exchange a warm kiss...



PS : Vote of Thanks : Kerala Tourism Department : for a wonderful click! :)

Thursday, May 26, 2011

when it rained...


Remember the day we met..?
Forever?
You had the rain in your hair..
You Held the musky wind..
in your scent..
...
When our lips did meet,
I could taste ,the husky sting...
of a woman unloved.
...
That was also the day
I came to know
What was it for the Earth
To feel the drench..

Monday, May 23, 2011

Long Distance Relationship...

As you’re all probably aware, In a long distance relationship (LDR); It’s at about this point when I hear a rousing chorus of “WHY?!” from those who are reading.
Well, it’s something I’ve been asking myself and something everyone who is apart from their significant other should ask themselves. But let’s backtrack to how it all begun. It can be summed up in one word. Cliché. Need I say more? It just clicked. Anyway things happened quickly, you tend to speed things up when you’re dealing with a lack of time. One minute we were saying that it was just a fling and we should say goodbye, next moment we were checking out the best calling plan because we’d decided we wanted to see what would happen.
Basically, we didn’t want it to end. But we knew we’d have to do the distance thing.
We didn’t plan anything, we just figured it out as we went along. For those who have been in this situation, you know what I mean when I say it’s hard.
It’s really hard.
Sometime the phone just doesn’t connect, some days all you want is a hug from your partner and you can’t have it. They say that communication is the basis of any good relationship, well in a LDR ( read : Long Distance Relationship ) it is a necessity. Without that, you can have nothing. You need to be honest and open, and for someone who isn’t great at expressing, it’s a challenge. If anyone had any trust issues when they started this, they all had to go. Of course you have to feel strongly about the person you’re in a LDR with but without trust then you shouldn’t bother. You will never know who they’re out with or what they’re doing, even for the most self-assured person it would be tough.
Trust and honesty, both necessary, but two of the hardest things to have. Strangely enough, the hardest thing for me to have to deal with has been the reaction from other people. I’m sure they don’t mean to be anything less than supportive but when you’re constantly being told that it’ll be hard and that it’ll never last, it makes everything a little more difficult.
I already know that it’s hard, it’s one that’s involved but it’s not something one have gone into lightly. Everyone has an opinion when it comes to this and everyone thinks their answer is the right one. What I’ve discovered is that we have had to figure out what’s right for us, without listening to everybody else’s doubt. For me, what it comes down to is that I’ve met someone who can deal with my interesting ways. She just happend to live in some other place. All relationships have issues that need to be dealt to and this is ours. We did the phone and email, our phone bills were huge but the way I see it is, if she was here we’d be going out a lot so we’re probably saving money. We talked so often that we probably knew each other better than a lot of other couples who have been together for the same amount of time. The best thing was that she was coming back. It was important for me to know that there was more to her decision than just us, I can’t be the only reason for her turning her life upside down. She is already got a great group of friends here, so when she does get back, things can be normal. I never thought I’d want a normal, everyday relationship and that’s the beauty of distance. You can find out what you both want, you’ve got time to get to know each other without all the other crap that comes with the beginning part of a relationship. The distance has made me appreciate what we have so when she came, I knew I won’t take it for granted..

दूरियाँ भी है जरुरी....


i really miss u dear.... badly...

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

कधीच....


या चंद्राबरोबर इतकाही बोलत नव्हतो मी..
कधीच...
रात्रही होतच होती की रोज... पण इतकीही सुंदर नव्हती..
कधीच..

तुझ्या आठवणीत ती रात्रही भेटली होती.. कालच..
रात्र तीच होती..
पण ती भेट सुद्धा आपल्या भेटीसारखी "भेट" नव्हती...
कधीच..

हम्म... त्या भेटीत सुद्धा ती "उदासी" होती म्हणा..
चंद्र तारे सुद्धा तसेच होते..
पण त्यांच्याशी बोलणं आपल्या गप्पांसारखं नव्हतं..
कधीच...

तुझ्या प्रेमानी क्षणात जग बदलून गेल्यासारखं वाटतंय..
मला जाणवतंय...
मी असा नव्हतो..
कधीच....

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

अजनबी...


चलो, एक बार फिरसे अजनबी बन जाए हम दोनों..
ना मैं तुमसे कोई उम्मीद रखूँ.. दिल नवाजी की..
ना तुम मेरी तरफ देखो.. गलत अंदाज़ नजरोंसे..
ना मेरे दिल की धड़कन लडखडाये मेरी बातों से..
ना ज़ाहिर हो.. तुम्हारी कश्मकश का ऱाज नजरों से..
तुम्हे जो कोई अंजुमन रोकती है पेश कदमी से..
मुझे भी लोग कहते हैं के यह जलवे पराएँ हैं..
मेरे हमराह भी रुसवायें हैं मेरे माजी के,
तुम्हारे साथ भी गुज़री हुई रातों के सायें हैं .
तारीफ़ रोग हो जाए तो उसका भूलना बेहतर ,
ताल्लुक बोझ बन जाए तो उसका तोडना अच्छा...
वोह अफसाना जिससे अंजाम तक लाना ना हो मुमकिन ,
उससे एक खूबसूरत मोड़ दे कर छोड़ना अच्छा
चलो, एक बार फिरसे अजनबी बन जाए हम दोनों..