Without You

love grows up with growing age. its brightness never becomes fade.

Without you – life has no meaning

It’s like

A bird without wings,

A day without brightness,

A tree without leaves,

A path without destination,

An ocean without waves,

An eye without dreams,

A heart without beat,

A look without feel,

Oh Dear!

Without you! Without you!

I wanna run; but can’t take a step

I wanna smile; but can’t be happy

I wanna think; but can’t pull up the thoughts together

I wanna write; but can’t find the words

I wanna feel; but can’t pile up the breath

I wanna sleep; but can’t erase the moments

Oh Dear!

Without you!  Without you!

I am lost,

I am vain,

I can’t reign,

I can’t climb,

I can’t soar,

I am paralyzed

Without you! Without you!

Ankhon ki Juba

love grows up with growing age. its brightness never becomes fade.

In ankhon k ghraai dil ki khaani byan karti hai

.

Teri sanso k harr dhadhan byan karti hai.

Tu chahe juban se kuch na bole;

 teri ankhen har  shabad  byan  karti hain.

Kon chahta hai mahalo main rahna;

 teri ankho main jab jannat ki seer hoti h.

Log khte hai khuli ankhon se sapne pure nh hote,

Kon btaaey unhe; meri toh haqeeqat ki shuruat teri ankhon se hoti h.

Dil thaam k bthte hain tere samne ;

par kambakhat ;

teri ankhon ke nashile jam s ye b kha bacch paya hai.

Or bas isi trah in ankhon k ghraai dil ki khaani byan karti chali jati hai.

Tera Ehsaas

love grows up with growing age. its brightness never becomes fade.

एक एहसास के तू है पास 

तू नहीं है पास , फिर भी एक तेरा एहसास है। 

एक एहसास.......तेरा मेरे पास होने का ,

एक एहसास.......तेरे अनकहे शब्दों का ,

एक एहसास.......कुछ कहती तेरी इन आँखों का ,

एक एहसास....... तेरा मुझे छूने का ,

एक एहसास.......बस तुझमे खोए रहने का ,

"तू नहीं है पास ; फिर भी एक तेरा एहसास मेरे पास होने का "। 

A STEP TOWARDS AFFECTION

love grows up with growing age. its brightness never becomes fade.

                                                                                                         

Showing love feeling is not only a gesture it’s the in-depth beauty of heart

The glimpse of the entire world in the heaven of soul

Where 2 hearts become 1 soul

Where look of one becomes smile of another

Where word of one becomes lips of another

Where eyes of one become dream of another

Where hands of one become strength of another

Where step of one becomes way of another

Where distance of one becomes opportunity to come closer of another

Where breath of one becomes beats of another.