Woh Mulakat

Woh keh gaye yoon ki 

hamare yeh pal unhone chura liye

Par unhe kya pata 

ki wo pal abhi bhi hain khwabon jaise.

Kuch dard toh thaa un palon mein

Par wohi toh thaa jo sabse adbhut thaa.

Parakh par utare they woh kya, 

ya fir yoon kahein ki

Kya hum unki parakh par utare they.

My Muse

I have only these few days to be with you,

So let me have an overdose of your smile melting for me

An overdose of your face still never to get an eyeful of you

An overdose of your kisses to just forget everything else

An overdose of your touch everywhere to make you just mine

Let me dive in your arms, in your soul.

Home For His Heart

Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction.

I still remember those good ol' days

when he was a happy young man.

We all used to love him.

We call him a friend.

He was always cracking jokes.

The smile never went away from his lips.

He always loved us all.

For us, he was a support, like an anchor cliff.

Everytime

Everytime I jump in river

to swim towards my home,

Everytime I have never been able to 
see the shore.