While I wonder why….

While I wonder…

Why do we hold on so tight when we really want to let go,
Why do we hurt ourselves when its less painful to let life pass by,
Why do we complicate life when its actually as simple as life itself,
Why do we try so hard to smile when its simpler to let the tears flow,
Why do we tell ourselves everythings gonna be fine, when we know its over…

– For your warmth,
– For your love,
– For your touch,
– For your smile,
– For a sound sleep,
– Coz I just can’t let go…

Unto memories as she leaves

There as she leaves,
a string of memories holds us back;
we will meet again, uncertain when!
Yes there is a void created within.
A bonding of love,
a bonding of care,
a bonding long cherished,
as therein lies, how much all loved her back.

तेरी आंखो के नाम

कब से था इस इंतज़ार में,

न मुझे न किसी और को हवा हुई !

तेरी एक नज़र काफी थी,

खलबलि फिर से जगा के तू चली गई |

तेरी आँखें ओंझल सी थी और अब भी है,

जो देख के भी अनदेखी रहती है |

कसक है ऐसी मेरे दिल में,

फिर भी फुर्तीला चल रहा हू मैं |

तेरी हर वो मज़ाक, तेरी हर वो हसी,

क्या तु इतनी बेखबर, मुझे कैसे छू जाती !

कभी तेरे आँखों तले बैठता हूँ मैं बस ये सोचे,

फव्वारों के ध्वनि जो अजीब नशा एक लाती,

तू चाहे बादलो में गुम हो जाए जब भी,

आशाये, एक दिन अपना मुझे समझोगे कभी ||

……..My first touch of romanticism with lines in Hindi.

Whoever said it was wrong… Was wrong…

Running on the same track, in circles,
in search of an end,
all i see is the white lines on the track,
that doesnt ever lets me know there is infact no end,
Whoever said we had to be on the same track always,
was so wrong,
Now I know, when I turn back around,
I am the only one running the race,
the race of love,
the race that you decided to leave behind,
to enter on the track called life,
A life that always seems easy to talk about,
but its when you run the race,
bare footed,
on a track with rose petals and thorns,
the petals that help to ease for a moment of happiness,
the very next step that hits your so hard,
that the tear that the happiness brought,
comes out as a painful sadness..
Whoever said it was wrong,
to move out of the track…

Lonely in the crowd

I see you here, I see you there.
I see you from a distance, i am happy.
I like the way you are, its the way i want you to be.

I take a step closer, I read those eyes,
They seem to be wandering, not really what I had wanted,
I can see the expression all the more clear, its all blank,
I realise too late, but i know, you are just lonely in the crowd,
I feel the pain, as it pierces within,
as i think of the day I had to leave,
i regret the day i had to decide, the day i knew i was walking away,
but it was too late, to realise there was no return…

Today I smile, i laugh, i dance, but somewhere deep within its a striking pain,
Its a tear that refuses to make its way out, A tear struggling its way out,
A fear that refuses to leave,  a hunger that never lets me sleep.
I wonder about the day in the grave, when I would still not sleep,
Remembering the wandering eyes, that still makes you lonely in the crowd.