Depression!

khamoshi ke in lamhon ka kya karunga mein?
tanhayee ke is alam se kaise sahunga mein?
kaise mitayoonga apne kaanon men parhne waali is sannate ki aahat ko
batao priyatam tum bin kaise rahunga mein

man se sochte samjhte hain yeh jaanta hun mein
par kya gila is dil ki jo yeh hamesha rota hai
hasne ki chah ho toh bhi isey hamesha
has ke firse rona hi parhta hai

kyon yeh duniya nahin samajhti ki pyaar kya cheez hai
kyon yeh khuda nahin samjhta ki aashiquon ki doorie kya cheez hai
kyon yeh jahaan nahin chahta ki milan ki gharhi kabhi naa aaye
kyon, akhir kyon swayam bhagya nahin chahta ki ham pass naa ayein

aur agar bhagya maan bhi gya toh fir is man ka kya karunga main
yeh toh bechara asliyat ki waqfiyata ka shikaar hai
kuch sapna dekh nahin pata koi bhav samjh nahin pata
dil kuch kehta hai toh jawaab de deta hai, nahin yeh impractical cheez hai


Sometimes i wonder if too much of sense and thinking is a bane given to us as punishments of crimes unknown.

The Loving Misdeed

I look at you, you look at me
Distances melt and time stands still
As hunger grows for your heart
Yet something forbids

You realize my starvation
And offer me the fruit
You disarm yourself
And stand in mock surrender

My weapon is ready
But I am hesitant to attack
You choose neither defence nor offence
For you do not understand the clash

For for you its worship
And an offering is all you make
But whether the deity accepts
You deem not yours to decide

Winds blow and blow and blow
The rain coms lashing down
There is thunder and lightning
But the sweet is not claimed

By now you are in pain
Maybe the offering wasn’t that good
And you fulfil my sweetest nightmare
As the flower is made ready to bear the fruit

When the storm blows over
The damage doe is seen
And the Gods themselves despair
For the loving misdeed