meri woh basti

Hare bhare pedhon ke jhurmut main
Akhrot ka woh pedh
Us pedh pe nanhi gudiyon ka jhoola
Kilkariyon ki goonjh main basi hui thi basti

Hare bhare pedhon ke jhurmut main
Akhrot ka woh pedh
Us pedh pe nahi koi jhoola
Bandookon ki goonjh se sehmi hui hai basti

Black

The black night
The thoughts black
The ceaseless thoughts
The pursuit ceaseless
All in a Black Night !

kyoun

aaj sawaal kiya ki jazbaat ki ro main main beh gayi kyoun
kal ilzaam tha lagaya jazbaaton ko qaid karne ka

aaj sawaal kiya ki muhabbat main uski maine, khud ko bhulaya kyoun
kal Elan kiya tha muhabbat main meri, jisne doobh jaane ka

aaj dur se deta hai tasaali kyoun
bahana dhoondhta tha jo mere paas aane ka

What Could be, isn't what is

An evening of judgment it turned to be,
An evening of romance I’d thought it would be.

Moments of distress I had to live
Moments of love I’d wanted to give.

A song of longing now I sing
A song of belonging I wanted to sing.

What could be, isn’t what is
And possibly would never be!

I just wanna write

It feels great. Yes It does! To hold a pen in my hand and start writing. There is no plan. Absolutely none. I dont even know what i want to write. I just want to write. But it feels wonderful to be able to just keep writing. Are there any thoughts in my mind as of now? No! not at all!I am just letting the page be filled up and the ink get drained out.

Filling up the page with my randomness and drying up the everflowing ink in my pen, feels like I am filling in my life, imbuing it with my thoughts. And my thoughts or lack of them are liek the ink. Everflowing. One chain of thought emerges and moves on.The chain moves on or dies down or dries up only to let another chain come in and take its place.

Now, Doesn't it feel just great, To see your own life painted in the colours you want, the themes that you yourself choose?

Well I guess thats what choice is all about. How I live today is my choice. And I choose to Live Lively.

Feels great! It does.