How long will you occupy my dreams
How long will you own everything that's mine
How long will this life has to be mine and memories yours, days mine and nights yours
Narration mine and story yours, how long will your habits stay as my addictions, how will I be yours even though you are not mine.
May be am not enough, my love is not enough
As everything I love leaves me or is taken away.
May be, my affection is not enough, I thought I am expressing it, I thought I am putting it out, but may be its not enough, though I walk a mile, Even though I break all my rules, I am not enough, every thought, every effort , I gave it my all but after all may be I am not enough.
This void which you have left me with has turned into a black hole, it's sucking everything I throw at it, trying to fill it but it still exists leaving me with emptiness and despair
The days we spent and the moments we had, it was like life owed me something and it repaid through you.
There is an invisible string which connects her pain and mine, though her pain is worse than mine, though my love was one sided, she has tasted love which is sweeter than wine, which made hard for her to be fine, as I lay on my bed with sleepless nights, I knew she was facing the same but with crying and dying, with each passing as day my hope was dying she did enough to keep her alive, as moments of sorrows increased and multiplied by battering rejections which drove us mad and get into addictions, and which made life a lie.
Being rebellious as our defenses, we raised our fences which became seditious to harm our own
Though my story ended, her story went on
As He came back as a gift for he...
They say let it bleed, let it flow, release it, they say feel the pain it's a bliss, let the red out so that black can sink in, embrace it let them criticize,
we are here,
you are fine,
the voices in my head they say let it bleed here am i this is bliss.
I write becoz I feel like I owe it,
I write not for like, not for you, not to shame, not for fame, not for game, I write becoz I feel like I owe it to everyone who feels the same, fights the same, bleeds the same, loves the same, cries the same,I write becoz I feel like I owe it to everyone, who is been left, seen death, cried to death, has nothing left, I write becoz I feel like I owe it to everyone who has tasted death so that we all can say we live for what is left.
Night and darkness blended in time triggered memories, which were spilled out in words some expressed some not, fingers began typing unaware that it was from heart or mind but all it care that it reach u, unconditional of the response.
I didn't hear the sound but I know something just shattered,
I didn't see the pieces but I know something has just broken,
that's what makes us who we are, even though we are miles apart,
am here to be one who gathers the scattered you, pick up the broken pieces of you,
Am a bird whose wings are chopped,
not a bird who is caged,
someday I will fly.
When the destination of your path is unknown,
all you can do is,
give it a beautiful turn,
And wave it
Iss jism phase musafir rooh ko aazadi ki talaash aaj bhi hai, Jane pehchane chehre mein aaj bhi uss masoom bache talaash hai, hoto ki muskan ko aaj bhi aankhon ki kushi ki talaash hai, zehn mai ubharte alfaazon ko aaj bhi zubaan tak pahuchne ki raste ki talaash hai, seeney mai chuppi dard ko aaj bhi sukoon ki talaash hai, tukhrai hue jism ko duniya ki iqrar ki talaash aaj bhi hai, mohobbat na hi sahi par do pal koi haat thaam le uss waqt ki talaash aaj bhi hai, jannat ki khwaish toh hai nahi par khopadi mai kaid shaitano se rehayi ki talaash aaj bhi hai, iss jism phase musafir rooh ko aazadi ki talaash aaj bhi.
Where did you go? when I need you, why can't I reach you? Are we really so far? Is technology the only thing that connects us? Is texting you or calling you the only way you remember me? Am I that far? Am I just a number on your phone? Am I just a contact which tries to contact you every day? Is this what it is, what I feel that am just a beep on your phone or a notification thats what I have become, just a 10 digits number.
Remember you are enough, when my demons drag me down you are enough to save me, when the world abandons me, remember you are enough to make me feel that I have everything, as I lose my will to wake up tomorrow, remember you are enough to make me run a mile, when I search my life for memories remember you are enough to bring back the lost smile, as I run out words to express what I feel, you are enough to make me write "Remember she is enough"
No matter what, you are the one who breathes life in the dead poet, you are the ink in the empty pen, you are the reason for turning a blank paper into some thing beautiful which I could never imagine, cause you are the one who breathes life in da dead poet.
You made me a poem so that I can be immortal, as you pen down the words which were within you, as you wrote back to me, as I turned into haunting story of your life but still you made me your poem, as I see myself now and think about us, how we preserved each other in our writings, so that when our days are through, when we turn to dust and there nothing left of us but just the dust of our bones, I believe that I will live in your writing, As you made me a poem so that I can be immortal in your poetry.
Ye alfaz uss adhure kitab ke hai jise ke kuch kagaz tumne likhe thi, ye alfaz unn kore kaghaz ke hai jine likhne ka vada tum ne kiya tha, woh puchte hai ki agar adhura hi chod na tha toh shuru kyu kiya, agar vada nibhana nahi tha toh vada kiya kyu tha,
Ye alfaz uss rooh ke hai jisse dhekne ka dikhawa tumne kiya tha, ye alfaz unn dair raaton ke hai jin ko tumne khwaab dikhaya thi, woh puchte hain ki agar jism hi chahiye tha tu rooh ka zikr kyun kiya, agar khwabon ko haqiqat main tabdeel nahi karna toh khwaab dikhaya kyu tha,
Ye alfaz uss aashiq ke hai jisko tumne shayar banaya, jo teri aashiqui ka toh hona paya magar shayari ka ghulam ban paya .
And what else I need to say to you, as words were simple, feelings were clear, everything I felt, everything I could have said was out in front of U, but as ever, it was heard but yet unheard, listened but yet not know, my wish for your love is still not granted, my desire for the warmth of your touch is still a mirage and my kiss on your lips is still missing, My words said but still un listened, my words said yet unheard.
Anybody can write" is all that she said, but all i had were words but they were not good enough as anybody can write, she was my writings, she was my dream, she was everything I wished for, she was the beginning and the end of the writer but it doesn't matter as anybody can write, may be for her I was anybody who can write but for me she is the only one I want to write about, she said anybody can write but now any part of my body is not ready to write.