Dil ek bimari hai

dil ek bimari hai
shayaron par bhari hai, 
shayaron ne hi dukhi ho kar
duniya par mari hai

aisa na hota to pyar kaise karte log
jane kya adal badal hota
phephde tut te achche nahi lagte 

aj mere sir me dard hai
par jane dil kyu pareshan hai 

;)

shayar e amar

Kya fark hai Udasi .....

kya fark hai kahiye janab
garib ki udasi aur amir ki udasi me
amir paise se kharide khilonon se jee behla leta hai
garib thak har ke aasun baha leta hai

par dil jab kisi ka dukhta hai
to dard barabar hota hai


Amar

Incomplete

i sometimes write at the end of some of my thoughts-incomplete. But then, isn't is all incomplete?! isn't how nature intends it to be?incomplete? so many conversations. so many relationships. so many lives, in so many ways. 

incomplete.


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imagine life is a huge river. all of us are travelling in our individual boats. When we try to form relationships, we are wondering if the person on the other boat would make our journey better and if he/she is excited about their journey. we are always scared and vulnerable, but we jump our boat. sometimes, it works. sometimes, we have to find a new boat. always, carrying on with our own journey to a finish we have no idea about. 

whatever that means.

New Stuff New Stuff

kya dhundte ho tum logo me
kaisi ye talash hai

kya itna bas bahut nahi
dosti ka sabab
ke unse bat karke
sukoon milta hai, 
acha lagta hai

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I like people who read. i love people who write. approximately, invariably.

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zakhmo ko zara chhupa kar rakhiye janab
muthi me namak le kar ghum rahe hain log

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bolte bahut hain duniya wale
har kahi suni par bharosa na karna
sach bolne wale kuch hi taskar hain
shayaron ki khamoshi se darna

Love and happiness!

Love. and happiness. this is all, to care for. love, being the input. happiness, being the output. 

Everything else is redundant, frivolous. yeah. 

Eliminate redundancy.