There's a hunger deep inside
A want to touch the sun
A need to recreate reality
A desire to do the undone

When rain washes the day
I would be an umbrella
When spring brings the bloom
I would be a flighty bee

In the schorching summer heat
I would be the misty sea
On a frozen winter eve
I would be a warm broth of peas

I can be the one to fly
I can travel the road mile high
I can be the one to dream
I can be what I want to be

Dual Faces of life

Is there love without pain?
Is there bliss without rain?
Is there right without wrong?
Is there peace without the storm?

Would you like a feast without hunger?
What about clear sky without thunder?
Doesn't happiness need a tinge of sadness?
Doesn't genius come with a brink of madness?

Dichotomy meets us at every street.
Duality seems to be the air that we breath.
Why then do we shun this as wrong?
If there is darkness there will be dawn.

Free Will

I believe in 'free will'. Does that make me unacceptable? Love is not about binding. It's about setting free. The strongest cord is not the one that binds but the one that sets you free.

I believe in expression. Does that make me less lovable? Most people feel neglected because their spouse is not expressive enough. There are also those who feel intimidated by the expression they see. Why can't we make our faces the doorway to our soul? Is naked emotion so scary? What do we want to hide from? Isn't this the very thing that we wish we had?

I believe in space. Does that make me less connected? Trust is imperative. When mistrust enters a relationship, it eats it away. You see things that are not there and let your mind demons play havoc. Trust is the most precious gift of all. It is the one thing that would make or break the fine fragile threads of a relationship.

I need attention. Does that make me any different? Why are the ones you need most never around when you want them to be? Why do people put every trivial thing before you when you ask them to be there? Do you really scare them that much? or are these just mind games that we play with each other. The foundation that pulls people apart.

Agar hum na hote

गर हम न होते तो क्या होता

ये जमीं न होती आसमां न होता

ये दिन न ढलता सवेरा न होता

इस कश्ती का किनारा न होता

फरीश्तों के दामन से निकलती क्या आह

परियो के घर  में होती क्या हाहाकार

चांद क्या निकलता तारे जग्म्गाते 

फुल पत्ते झरने क्या रोज मुस्कुराते

जीवन कि  कडी  क्या हमे याद करती

गर हम न होते तो क्या बात होती

tammanaayen

 रात के साए मैं
बैठी हुई थी वो
आँखों मैं सपने लिए
ताके तारों की ओर

दिल मैं हलचल सी
इक सोच यां था शोर
छण मैं बदलती है
पल मैं संभलती है

इन अरमानों के आँचल मैं
तम्मानाएं रंग बदलती हैं

An Ode

Stuck in the turmoil of life
came across those peaceful eyes
Eyes that seemed so free
Eyes that would let you be

Being is what it takes
for hearts to make or break
Love is what guides you thru
the things that you want to do

Barriers & chains would never hold
You'd never do the things you are told
Your sould was always meant to fly
to be free till the day you die

Those eyes, they told me so
Those eyes, they seemed to know
Those eyes, the were the sea
Those eyes, they spoke to me

A need to be

The sound of a lark
The angelic dark
The silent stream

A broken dream

The rivers that met

The words unsaid

A want that grows

The endless road

The dreams that hide
An enormous tide
The stormy sea
A need to be