In the garden of life,Grows a sapling of pain,The deer of songs nibbles at it.The winds of seperation Blow through the night,A few leaves drop.A few leaves drop,Mother, they drop,And sounds stir in the garden.If a few birds of breath Should fly away,The deer of songs is afraid.But the birds of breath Will surely fly,Nothing can hold them back.Through the night In every direction They fly away.

Yesterday, I was collecting words.One was up there, sitting in the bo tree,Another was in the banyan.One was wandering in my street,Another was lying in the earthen jar.A green word lay in the fields,A black one was eating flesh.A blue word was flyingWith a grain of the sun in its beak.Every single thing in this world looks like a word to me.The words of eyes,The words of hands.But I do not understand words I hear from a mouth.I can only read words.I can only read words.

A girl whose name is Love Is lost.Simple, beautiful,She is lost.

I Knew This Game, Had Played It Before And I Always Won..Most Guys Never Knew What I Wanted..But Maybe ‘HE’ Did !!

Aatish hoon toh jaley bina bujhney wala nai hoon...Parta rahoonga falsafa-e-zindagi aakhir tak...Main kisi ek warq par rukney wala nai hoon...Tootney ke khauff se waqif hoon raqeeb ki tarah...Magar yakeen rakhta hoon ke bikharney wala nai hoon..Manzil ko kabhi issi shauq se taih hi nai kiya...Jaanta hoon,Main kisi ek meel pathar par thehraney wala nai hoon...

Sometimes it's the end that matters and the means are only an add on

Shauq-e-parwaaz ne zinda rakha hai abb tak..Warna bhoj mujh par bhi hain bahut halaat-e-hayat ke..

Sometimes we are compelled to end a relationship,not because it is toxic,but closeness becomes more painful than the distance

Mai Toh Namaazi Naastik, Mujhse Nahi Apne Khuda Se Dar Tu!

जब कर्मकाण्ड उद्देश्य-पूर्ति का विचार छोड़कर स्वतः करने योग्य कार्य बन जाता है, तब वह आडम्बर हो जाता है।