Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Aye Mere Dil...

Hogayi galtiyaan,
khud se zyada tujhse ishq kiya,
phir kya poochna ke, dil mere, tune kiya kya hai.

Tu kar bharosa,
Bun sapne, karle sab manmaaniyaan,
Jurmaana teri bewafai ka humnein pehele hi bhar diya hai.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Confusing, inexplicable 'love'... can you explain?

Who knows what love really is?
Who first named it love?
Which emotion does love signify?
Who are we supposed to love?

Is mother’s love the same as father’s?
Is sibling rivalry a form of love?
Or does it result from living together?
Then what’s a lover’s first-sight love?

Is everyone’s love the same degree?
Or are there varied shades of love?
Like teacher’s, child’s or God’s devotee?
Then how many emotions to define as ‘love’?

What if ‘love’ is convenient naming, by one cornered to explain?
So maybe he made up a word called love?
To get away with “it’s got multiple meanings”?
So now we thoughtlessly exploit this hollow, meaningless word called ‘love’!

Friday, January 17, 2014

Surface of the paper is your stage...

Writing is kind of like mono acting.
You play every character of your story.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Today and the yesterday!

The scorned were once lovers and the pessimists once believed.
The out-of-date must have been new in its time
and the crazed must be dreamers with broken dreams.

The drunk eyes were once sober and the staggering feet once knew the track.
The lying lips must have once tried the path of truth
and the betrayers must be those betrayed a long time back.

These wrinkles once did not exist and faltering steps were once steady
The bent must have stood tall in the days bygone
and the dead must have once lived healthy and happy.