TITLE- Unquite Verses

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©Unnimary Jacob || ©Ankit Kumar Srivastava || ©Thomas Devine || ©Srijana Rai ||
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 About the Author

I’m Unnimary Jacob, a writer, blogger, artist, and inspiration

list. I love writing and reading where I wait many years to make
writing my game changer and still trying hard to take a position
in the world of art. Currently, I’m working on my first novel.
My writing mantra is to feel rather than tell a story and share it
with the world. Writing helps me make sense of my thoughts
and the events around me which is therapeutic and passionate
for me. I aim to emerge as an established writer, novelist, and
visionary.
 Fills Me with Tranquillity

I’m tranquilized by your love.

It was a far-field dream.
Before I didn’t even have hope.
But now every tenderness,
Of yours is nature’s cuddling.
I'm feeling like a spirit
Powerful enough to love.
Like the shades of nature,
You illuminate my Self
And fades away my Fears.

Wish to travel reverse in time.

To Love you from the beginning of my life.
Wish to redeem again for
your intoxicating Love.
And to get caught again in
The Whirlwind of emotions.
 Sail Back
Sail back to me
Wherever you go
Even you drowned
In the hands of death
Even crushed in
Hands of fearful fate.
Hate crowned your life
But vegetate like light.

Sail back to me
Even the dark caught you
Even the sea swallowed
With the mighty tides.
I’m drowning in the
Vastness of emptiness.
To strive me to life
Sail back to me.

Aspiration
You sail back to me
With thousand sun
And with the beauty
Of a splendour moon.
 You come in the
Chariot of clouds
To my dreams
Wakes me with
Kiss on my forehead.

And I saw before my eyes

Hope shines with light.
 Who Am I?
I wander through the forest of my life.
It's dark, cold and I’m shivering.
I could sense an urge to find my identity.
All this time my odyssey to explore it.

Even in the dark, I could see a glimpse of light.

When I head towards the beam,
Quickly the background changes
I adapt to the hall of a Castle.
I walk through the centre and
I saw the subjects hail for me.

In the middle of confusion

I reach the throne where a King adores me.
He promised me to a prince.
I heard myself the King asks:

“Will you take my daughter, Despair?

She is lost, with You, I regained, Hope.”
 Hymn of the Moon

Far behind from the Galaxy

The sun shines in my life.
I climb the mountain every day
Where you shine so close to me.
The merging time of my arrival and your return
Where I pass through your lap to the sky
The Kingdom we rule at different time.

Every hour I’m burning for your rays

Always stretch my arms reach to you.
Every second I stooped to your arms
To fill my soul with your warmth.
The Flame you light inside me
Shines like a crystal crescent.
The illumination enchants my crust.
Which makes me a magnificent
Celestial aureole.
 Life

Life is a single bow

You hard days for an aim.
Promises shatters away
Compromises meaningless.
Little green, more red
Water and nurtured mourns
Grief in full shadow
Crawling in the sand
Fragrance and beauties fade away
What I saw a dryness
dead in silence.

At one edge Summer Sprout Happiness

In other Winter Shed Tears
Life vivid binaries in nature.
What we need is unification of mind.
 Hold On to You
I’m Holding on to You
Like nobody does.
It’s just been a short time,
But feels so Perpetual.
The only dream is never to lose You.
I die every second without You.
Love burns my flesh
Care boils my blood
Enlightens my soul.
You resurrect me with
The divinity of your Love.
Before I was a torn paper.
You glued me with the
Intoxicating kisses and hugs.

I’m Falling Apart without You.

So hold on to me like you always do.
 To Flew Into
The light through the window
That she always dreamt.
But envy of people take her far
Kept her in Darkness.
She became the Princess of Darkness
Whatever you can see is all her tears.
It flowed like a river
People named the river "The Dark Tears"

But sometimes hopes call her back

But she never saw the light
Now she is in the world of hope
To flew into Another World.

Trees will be there to give her shelter

Winds will be there to give her sleep
Rains will be there to quench her thirst
She is there near to you, in your breath.
 Never Ever Thought

I never ever thought

I would have inbred again,
The magic is, You made me.
I became an incarnation of love
With Your magical spells.

I never ever thought

Love could bind me again.
Past it killed every cell
The medicine you put heals me.
I never ever thought
You are that someone
Born to love a human.
Because You are the
Guardian Angel, I used to Pray.
 In Your Arms

You drive me crazy

The texture you add to my life
Incredibly brings me back.
You let me in the heels of joy.
I wonder how You turned
As the poison and remedy.
You are the definition of bitter-sweet of life.
An Oxymoron of my life.
As Life and Death,
Day and Night,
Despair and Hope.
My existence craves with your Heart Beats.

I wish to die to reawaken with You.

For a thousand years and more.
To live in the safest Place,
In Your Arms.
 About the Author
Hello, I'm Thomas Devine. I'm the author of the short story
you are about to read. And I'd like to just thank you for taking
the time to read this little tale I had crafted. I'm a lifelong fan
of creature features and monster movies, primarily the Man Vs
Monster variety such as Dog Soldiers and 30 Days Of Night,
and truly hope you obtain the same sense of entertainment and
wonder that I have from those films through this short story.
So, without further ado, here's A Cold Day.

P.S. You may also find me on Twitter @NomadsShaman

 A Cold Day

August sixteenth, 2006, could not have been a colder day for
Gregory Donatello. His life of dirty work for the Mafia had
changed after being arrested in a no-name town for drunk and
disorderly behavior. And despite not knowing this town's name,
the local police force knew his name all too well. Though, they
did not have the courthouse to try him under. So instead, an
escort was phoned in to take him to the nearest city. Today is
the day that escort arrives. "It's not too late, officer." Gregory
spoke while confined to his cell. "The offer still stands."

"... Sheriff actually." His captor corrected. Not once looking up

from the local newspaper. "And it's going to take a whole lot
more than your pocket change to get me to let you go."

"I told you, Sheriff... Marston." Gregory peered through the

bars to look at the name on the desk the sheriff sat at. "It's all
in the account. You ever wanted a million dollars in a day? I can
make that a reality."

"You and I both know your assets are frozen. Besides what
moron would let the prisoner go the morning a S.W.A.T force
is supposed to come collect him?"

"I was kinda hoping you'd be that moron." Gregory said while
leaning against his cell door. Marston simply glared up at him
before returning to reading his paper. "So that's it? You're not
even up for negotiation here?"
"Look at the shield, conman." Marston answered, pointing to
the sheriff's badge on his chest. "I sport it for a reason."

"In a no name town. Come on. I can make you a big deal."

"You already have. I'm the sheriff who caught Gregory

Donatello." And with that, Gregory had nothing left to say.

He went back to the center of his cell. Brushing his hand

over his forehead and down his hair as he started feeling a cold
sweat beat down. The ticking of the clock grew louder as he
knew his ride drew near. "They'll send people, you know?"
Gregory spoke again.

"They ain't going to save you." Marston answered.

"I know, that's the problem." Gregory said.

And for the first time in two days, Gregory said something that
caught Marston's attention. The sheriff folded his paper up and
stood up from his desk. Slowly walking his way over to
Gregory's cell. "Go on." Marston told him.

"I know too much. Too many names. That amount of money
from that many pockets that go that deep... You're sending me
down the green mile before I even get a fair trial if you don't let
me out." Gregory pleaded.

"We can protect you. You just gotta work with us." Marston
offered.
"I get it Marston, you're a clean cop. Straight edge, make your
bed every morning. All that noise. But how many of them do
you think would've shot down the offer? Not just mine, but
those who will have me dead before I can speak?"

Gregory had a point. How could Marston trust the others to

share his principles? Especially if the hit on Gregory's head was
that much. "I don't suppose I can get those names out of you
in case something happens, huh?" Marston asked.

"And seal my fate? Not a chance." Gregory answered.

"I see." Marston nodded. "Then I'm left with no choice." He

then turned and went for the keys on his desk.

"I knew you'd listen to reason." Gregory cheered.

Meanwhile, the escort pulls up. An armored prison vehicle and

one squad car trailing behind it. With a total of six S.W.A.T.
officers present. Two exiting from the back of the lead transport
vehicle and two from the front of it, with the last two remaining
in the squad car. "North! South!" The officer who exited the
passenger side shouted. "Keep an eye on the transport! West,
you're with me!" One of the two that exited from the back then
ran up to the commanding officer. The duo approached the
Jailhouse. "Sheriff!" The commander called out, "We've come
to collect Donatello."

"I know." Marston answered as he opened the door. "But I'm

afraid there's been a change of plans." He stepped out with
Gregory handcuffed to him.
"What is this?" The commander asked in an annoyed tone?

"Prisoner doesn't feel safe alone with you fellas. And I have an
obligation to protect him until he has his fair trial." Marston
answered.

The commander chuckled slightly. The thought of this small

town cop feeling such an overwhelming sense of duty to the
only prisoner he held in custody amused him for reasons he
could not explain. "This isn't a road trip, you know?" He told
Marston. "We're transporting America's Most Wanted."

"Then you can probably use the extra security." Marston

answered.

"And if we refuse your “help”?" The commander said while

making air quotations.

"My squad car gets sixty-five on the gallon. Nearest city is six
hours from here. And tailgating isn't a crime."

The commander chuckled. "You small town wannabe's really

want that big score, don't you?" A moment of silence followed
the snide comment. "Take them to the back, West." The
commander then turned and marched back to the truck.

"He likes you." West told the duo when he knew the
commander was out of hearing range.
All the while, the commander returned to his passenger
seat. The driver looked at him. "Carry on luggage?" He asked,
only for the commander to answer in silence. "You told him it's
a one way trip, right? We aren't his taxi."

"He'll find out when he gets there." The commander smirked.

The driver laughing alongside him as he started the truck.

"With all do respect, sir. You're an ass." The duo share a laugh
as they begin their way back down the road. Flipping a U-turn
with the squad car right behind them.

"This is so not what I had in mind." Gregory says while seated

in the back of the transport with Marston next to him.

"You weren't still clinging to that fantasy of me letting you go,

were ya?" Marston asks with a sarcastic tone.

"No, no. This is great. We can all die together now." Gregory
answers. "You, me. The Men In Black here. And, oh hey, they
even provided a coffin on wheels for the special occasion."

"Please." West interrupts, seated across from the two. "VIP

BearCat. 1.5 inches of reinforced steel plating. Turbo Diesel
engine. Side ports for gun fire. Fifty tons of badassary that can
reach up to ninety unstoppable miles per hour of speed. Made
in the U.S."
Gregory nodded. "Italy makes Lamborghinis." West stared at
him in silence. His expression was as dull and blank as
Gregory's. The two then turn to Marston as he begins to
chuckle. Marston then paused to regain his composure and
break the silence.

"Conversations like these are why I drive a Prius." Marston said.

The rest then stared at him. West was the first to let a laugh
escape him. Followed by his companion officer seated next to
him. Marston then resumes laughing, himself. And while
Gregory would have hated to admit it, he couldn't help but feel
a tickle from the back of his throat that would not go away till
he laughed softly at the joke as well.

"Sounds like they're having fun back there." The driver said.

"Keep it down!" The commander shouted as he slammed a fist

into the wall behind him several times. The four in the back
ceased their laughter upon the third slam.

"Someone's gonna give ya competition for party-downer of the

year, Sheriff." Gregory cracked.

"Try working with him." The officer seated next to West added
while pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his vest. "These'll
help take off the edge though. Anyone?" He offered.

"No, thank you." Marston declined.

"I'll take his." Gregory said.

 Marston slapped the cigarette from Gregory's hand. "The hell
you will." He said as he did so. "You're so damned frightened
for your own life yet willing to take a cigarette from a stranger
on a whim? How have you made it this far in life?"

"Well, as a rule of thumb, I made it a daily assignment to avoid

sticklers such as yourself." Gregory answered.

"Oh!" West let out. "South could take a light for his cigarette
with that burn."

"Can it, West." South said as he put a cigarette in his mouth.

"The hell are my lights?"

"Is now really the best time for that? In this place?" Marston
asked.

"Don't tell me you're one of those "Just say no to drugs" boy

scouts." South answered.

"I live in a mountain town. Air is scarce enough." Marston

joked.

"Found it." South said as he pulled out a box of matches and

lit his cigarette.

Gregory then looked to Marston as he glared intently at

South, taking a puff of smoke. "Oh?" Gregory said with a tint
of intrigue. "This is riling up all your feathers, ain't it Sheriff?"
"You can it too!" South barked. "I light one up to unwind, not
so tempers could boil."

"I'm not the one who has issue with you smoking." Gregory
answered. "That's Andy Griffith over here." Marston turned to
Gregory to give him a glare.

"Wouldn't that make you Don Knotts?" West chimed in.

"That'd imply we're working together. Or, at the very least, are
on the same team." Marston pointed out.

"Well let's face it, you'd be nothing without me." Gregory

stated. "If it wasn't for me, you'd be just writing tickets for some
parking meters and arresting deadbeats late on alimony. I'm all
you have to your name."

"Then I have nothing." Marston growled.

"Hey! The both of you knock it-" South stops as the four of
them then fly out of their seats.

The truck had flipped into a ditch on the side of the road.
Snow surrounding it. The doors to the back swing open.
Marston is the first to climb out. Then Gregory with West
tailing behind him. "What happened!?" West shouted. "North
you bastard, where'd you get your license!?" He panted heavily.
"Is this snow?" West asked as he caught his breath while
looking up.
"In August?" South asked while climbing out of the truck.
"Mountain man, is it usually this cold up here?... Mountain
man?" South received no answer as Marston was busy going to
the commander.

"Hey, hey! Stay with me." Marston told the dazed commander.
Blood trickling down his nose as some of it is smeared on the
deflated airbag in front of him.

"Sheriff?" The commander uttered in a disoriented tone. "Had

to stick the bag with my knife. It was hard."

"I know. I know." Marston assured him. "Can you tell me what
happened?"

"Yeah. Yes." The commander began to come to. "Snow. Snow

began falling. Lite at first, but then it grew heavier. Beta, our
tail, radioed us that they were losing traction as a result of the
rise of snow on the road. Next thing I knew their lights in my
sideview were blanketed out by the growing winds. They were
a little heavier than they are now. Still haven't a clue as to where
it came from. Then, the last thing I remember is him on the
road."

"Him who?" Marston asked.

"Sheriff!" West shouted. "We got someone!"

The silhouette of a man stood a distance down the road. The
now blizzard hiding any of his features. Gregory looked to the
figure, almost as pale as the snow surrounding him. South too
looked to the figure standing in the distance, then to Gregory.
"Who is he?" South asked. Gregory, either failing to hear him
or ignoring him, gave no answer. "Hey, answer me you bastard!"
South pushed Gregory. Gregory, still fixed on the figure. Falls
back and lands in the snow.

"They s-sent it." He said in a stammer. "Theytheythey sent it!"

He began crawling back to the truck. The figure then began
marching over.

"Who?" South asked. "Him?" South then draws his gun.

"Police! Stop!" The figure ignores South's command. "I'm
warning you, man! I'm loaded!" The figure continues to
approach. South fires one shot. The figure nudged slightly to
the left as a result. As if it were reacting to a punch on the
shoulder. "The hell?" South looked on in confusion. He then
shot several more times only to achieve the same results. With
no progress made, South lowered his gun and began backing up.
"Who are-"

"Not who." Gregory said as he leaned against the downed truck.

"What." He added. South and West looked at him in
confusion. "Like I told Sheriff. I knew too much. Too many
names. It's not here to save me." The figure grew thicker as it
began breaking through the roaring winds. Gregory closed his
eyes while West and South took aim. A groan came from the
figure. Only for it to be sent flying back as a shotgun round
goes off.
"That you?" South asks.

"I thought it was you." West answered.

"Marston?" Gregory asks as he watches the small town sheriff

walk in between the two SWAT officers with a pump action in
hand.

"They ain't come to save you, conman. But I did." Marston said
as he cocked the shotgun. Gregory looked at him in disbelief.
"I wear this badge for a reason." Marston finished as he took
aim at the figure in the distance once again. West and South
join him in forming their own fire squad between the stranger
and Gregory.
 About the Author

Srijana Rai was born in the beautiful Himalayan state of

Sikkhm. Growing up she changed her ambitions regularly. She
always dreamed of Inspiring people and the world. After
completing her graduation in Bsc from Sikkim University, she
got hold of pen and paper instead stethoscope and
thermometer. Her interest in reading elevated from small
pamphlet to novels eventually making her a writer, a poet, a
author. You can find simple things from day-to-day life bolded
in her creations. This is the first ever published work of her.
Stay tuned, because the best yet to come.
 Do not love me

Do not love my body,

For it has been shredded and filled with scars.
Do not love my eyes,
For it has seen the worst nightmares and shed tears.
Do not love my lips,
For it has spoken evil and cursed.
Do not love my slender hands,
For it has not been raised for a needy soul.
Do not love my face,
For it will wrinkle and grow old.
Do not love my gesture,
For It changes with every season.
Do not love my kindness,
For it can be nothing but just an illusion.
 Andrenaline Rush

Heart beats but in an unusual way

It has so happened on this every day.
My eyes longing for your glance
Hoping, only if I could see you once.
How I would run onto you and hold
And feel the warmth that makes me bold.

But I won’t complaint to God for this

As the pain I’m feeling has it’s own bliss.
This pounding heart and rushing blood
Leaves a denying pleasure, hereby, stud.
It is a feeling, for sure, felt by few
The ones who had never will find something new.
 Empty pages

What should I be writing today?

The question hover above my head.
Love chants, blessings, or weep for the lost
Words and phrases collide as I lean on my bed.

The day passed by no different than usual

And here I am, at the loss of words
Is this the feeling that I’ve been going through
Lately, shallow, hollow, empty and surd.

I scribble some words, phrases and lines

Then tear it off just to entertain
I check the marks with my hand, eyes closed
But feel nothing, So I had to refrain.

At last I know what I need to write

Nothing, but one that goes on for ages.
The exact feeling, the appropriate words
Yes, they are the empty pages.
 The eye

Feel the blow of the wind

Watch the sun ste
The day when it rained
Was the day that our eyes met.

And without a blink

And stopped not until
We shared the same smile.

How I knew that you are the one.

And the butterflies tickled my belly
It was something that was never felt
And for long now I’ve cherished in memory.

Now, here, today, this time, tonight

After so many years of delightful sight
I saw you again in the never-ending rain
But now the gaze shares a pain.
 Flowers and Cigarettes

I remember her as the fresh roses

The aroma enchanting me
Making me forget about wild
And building a fantasy.

She’s got the grace and

Admirable charm
She has loved everyone
And done no harm.

I had made promises with her

To live together now and forever
For she is the one who
Would stand by me, any weather.

And then, it rained like never before

But heavy enough to forget
The fragrance that once I was fond of
By the chocolate perfume and cigarettes.
 Appa

Father, oh! Father, I envy your Death.

For living days have become my fate.
You left me with a brother, who still holds his innocence
And a mother who drinks away her pain.

The ache of losing you has gone long back

But sleepless nights still goes on the track.
Wondering everyday “How life would have been difficult”
If only you were here to give me strength.

With the passing time, your memories have started to fade.

All I see with my closed eyes is the coat on you, shirt with
blade.
You handed me down the highest degree
“you are the hope, and the protector of the family”

And it is obvious that I wished for death.

But then, the hope has died and the head.
Would these be enough to tell you how I Miss?
Who knows, if your soul is even resting in peace.
 Life in a rent

Mother said, pack up your things

It’s tme noe we leave this place.
Mother I don’t want to go
For we have stayed and lived for days.

Mother said, we’ll find a life somewhere

Not here. Hustle my baby, my child.
Mother, I already have a life here
In this landscape, in this wild.

Mother said, don’t you worry dear

Don’t you think it’s all gone.
I promise you that wherever we go
Will be made heaven and warm.

And just like that, we drove away

Leaving the memories and the dome.
My mother really made me forget
The life before, for she made a house, a home.
 Karma

One day karma will hit right onto me

For the deeds I did unknowingly
Though I was fragile back then
Karma doesn’t forget to mend.
But being scared is not an option
Neither you can run away.
But face with a brave heart
Because you ought to, and must, pay.
 About the Author
Dipti Agarwal is a 21-year-old student who hails from India.
She plans on going further with her education. She loves to bake
and write. She doesn’t engage much in reading books but find
great joy in writing her heart out. Even though she is an
introvert she expresses her feelings through writing.

Insta id: the_diptiagarwal

 I know might how you feel

I know, you may feel like to commit suicide. I know that life
has been a roller coaster for you. I know that you want to cry,
you want to scratch the walls around, you want to beat someone
to their death, you want to scream around. But it’s ok! It's ok
because I know how this feeling is; I know that how it feels
when your family members or when your friends are against
you. I know this feeling of loneliness. If you want to commit
suicide and end up your life, then go for it…. yeah just do it.
And I also know that you might be right or you might be wrong.
I won't stop you from doing anything. I know these all feelings
because we might be on the same boat or maybe not but just the
difference is the time gap. I won't say that everything will be ok
because long back ago, even I tried to suicide and also tried to
run away......but failed!! So, you can go and do that.... but before
that just remember one thing; just One single thing!!! If you
tried to harm yourself, it can happen that no one around you
will cry or it can also happen that someone will realize the
mistakes. But if you end your life then you won’t be able to
prove yourself and you will just let the cruel or should I say
devils.... you will just allow the devils around you to win and
nothing else. Just recall the day when you started realizing the
fact that people around you are cruel.

Recall that moment when you realized that the magic shows,
fairytales.... these all are just man-made illusions. Just recall the
moment when you realized that love does exist but only in
televisions, movies, books, or in our dreams. Now recall the
time when you started to go against the fact that GOD does not
exist in the world.
Now I am sure that lots of things might be running around your
mind. So let it run. Let it run and think.... just continue thinking
because these are the strengths that you need right now. You
can call it a lecture; you can call it a healer....

call whatever you feel like. But just remember one thing, “Not
for your parents or not for your siblings, not for your bf or gf,
not for the guardian around you...if you want to continue the
struggles just do it for yourself, not for any bloody show-off. If
you want to give up then just do it, and if you want to continue
then also it's fine.... whatever your decision is.... whether to die
or to survive... whatsoever it is, just be true to yourself." If you
continued this time, then just fight.... fight as much you can....
fight till your last breath and let your mind decide what's good
and what’s bad for you. Never let others decide it for you. Never
choose society on top of anything, choose the correct things....
many will oppose, many will try to rule your subconscious
mind, but don't let others rule your subconscious mind. Over
time, I just realized that the power of the subconscious mind is
as strong as the word love. Just the difference is love can be our
strength but only whenever we need it..... and our subconscious
mind is our strength throughout our life. Just trust yourself and
go for it. You can rule the world and change the customs of the
so-called society if you want.... yeah it will take time but it will
happen and that's for sure. Rule your tears and just don't dare
allow them to fall in front of anyone who doesn't value your
tears. You're are special and so your tears are. Just try to love
yourself and trust yourself.
 Imperfectly Perfect

Chose a career and made a full-proved plan. Everything went

according to plan.
Everything was perfect except one which ruined the Perfect
Plan
And it was none other than herself and her emotions.
Her dreams were broken because of the emotions.
Once again, she was the only villain of her own dreams.
Once again, her emotions won over her dreams.
 Don’t let it go
What’s pain?

What’s overcoming pain means? What’s overcoming from the

past mean? What’s overcoming from real fake smile mean?
When you have a loss everyone will say, “Oh...I know you are
strong, I know you are strong enough to overcome the
situation.”

Some people say, “let’s talk to you because opening up helps,

let’s talk because I want you to get rid of past”.

Some say, “You did great things leaving things behind, you need
to move on in life; you should get used to it because life is
tough.”

But no one ever says, “I don’t know how are you and I also don’t
know the process by which you are trying to overcome.”

People never ask about the process of overcoming but they do

say I know you will get used to it because you are strong. Being
strong doesn’t mean that the process of overcoming is easy, it’s
never easy. People who are in real depression, want some real
friend, not a fake motivator who just tries to give lectures about
life. Or let’s just say normal people too wants a friend who
says,” I know the process is too rough but try to give yourself
time.” Trust is something precious, precocious more than the
word LOVE. Precious more than anything......the word
TRUST gives us a hope, a hope to start a new journey; a hope
to move on. Don’t make a society full of life experienced
lecturers. Every problem is different....and every person has
different ways by which they have to overcome. Don’t always
think that you are trying to motivate people by saying moving
on is the only best thing. Sometimes living in the memories and
living with the past can also be a great healer. Try to say to them,
“If you wanna live with the past and with the memories, then
do live with that because it will give you peace.” Try to avoid
saying things like I know how you feel because sometimes you
don’t have any idea how a person feels.

Some people will say, “Stay here.... just go with the flow, time
will heal everything”. Try to ignore them. Try to ignore them
because sometimes going with the flow doesn’t work. Yeah, it’s
true that searching for some answer is tough but doesn’t mean
staying still in one direction and waiting for the opportunity to
arrive.

Some people say, “don’t run from the truth, face the truth; you
should always know the other side of the coin too.” Don’t listen
to them either. You can run from things if you want to run,
then run...run until you forget things. If going away from the
things which are bothering you is the only way for you at the
moment, then do run.

Some will say, “God will handle everything, don’t stress out
yourself too much. Stressing out yourself won’t help you.”
Avoid that too if needed. If you want to stress out yourself then
do it...if you don’t want to sleep then don’t. Sometimes giving
time to yourself and your thoughts is all you need.

Avoid people who say, “I know exactly how you feel.” Because
no one knows how you felt remembering something precious
and memorable. No one knows how you killed yourself every
single day. Yeah, the story might be the same, the healing
process of every person is different.
The best teacher is “Life”

I don’t believe in God, but I believe in life. God ‘Might’ be there

or may not be, but life ‘Is’ there with us. God might have taught
us something but life has always been the best teacher and it
taught me a lot of lessons throughout this journey called Beliefs.
 Strangers
Smiling is better than thinking

Smile when you can’t think,

Smile when you can’t get rid of anything,
Smile when you want to cry hard,
Smile when the bad time arise,
Smile when prayers have not listened,
Smile when you can’t sleep,
Smile when you see night.
 The best memories we created
The people who left us behind leaving with the perfect
memories.

The people with whom we had our best of the best time. The
people with whom we created best memories once; Our heart
wants to love them until last breath,

But our mind ends up hating them for leaving us behind with
the best memories.

Our minds just wants to hate them so that they can be erased
from our hearts too.
 Wanna Kill Yourself?
Just imagine this

You come home from school one day. You’ve had a pathetic
day. After coming home, you had a fight with your mom
too. You come to your room and are just ready to give up. You
are just ready to give up on everything and just wanna kill
yourself.

You close the door and take out the pen and paper and you pen
down every single thing so that no one is left behind with guilt.
You write about every single pain you went throughout this life.
And as now the suicide note is ready, you are not set to give up.
So here you go, you took out that small blade you kept inside
your school bag and the small bottle of pills. You took all of
them and now it’s time for you to go into a deep sleep. Laying
down, holding the letter to your chest with the bottle and the
blade next to you.

As there is no sound from your room, your mother ask your

brother to come and check to you. He opens the door and
thinks you are asleep, still, as always he tries to wake you up.
But you are too stubborn to wake up. He is shocked to see the
letter and he grabs the letter and read it. He calls your parents
and your mother sobbing; she tries to wake you up. Your father
is screaming your name again and again. And your father, your
brother wants to hate you for leaving him but he screams and
throws something to the wall. And then falling down he cries
and cries a lot. Because you were his best friend.
The imagine the situation of your best friend who thought she
knew everything about you, but she was wrong. She might know
everything but, now it seems she knows nothing about you. And
the worst part is, she is still unknown of the fact that you are
no more in this world.

The next morning there is an announcement in the school

assembly. The principal tells everyone about you. It just take
milliseconds to sink in and once it does, everyone goes silent.
Everyone blamed themselves. Your teachers think they were too
harsh on you. Those mean and so-called popular girls, they
think that you did this because they were too mean to you,
which is somewhere true. But just ignore them for now, they are
not so important people. That boy, who used to tease you with
your names, he can’t do

anything except hating himself for not telling you how beautiful
you are. And now let’s come to your best friend. She can’t
believe that the last time you discussed about this, you were so
damn serious. She knew what you were going through, but
didn’t knew that it would get this worse…. worse enough for
you to end up your life. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything.
She stands still as a statue for sometimes and suddenly walked
out of the assembly room and just sinks to the floor. Shaking,
wants to scream out loud but can’t do so. She didn’t had tears
in her eyes because she was shocked. Few days later, at your
funeral, the whole school and your so-called relatives who used
to taunt you for every single thing you did came. But this time
they had tears for you, because they were so wrong. Everyone
knew you, that girl with a bright smile can handle everything
including all the bullshit gossips and taunts of every stupid
people. Most importantly the immaturity that can take the most
matured decisions of life is no more.
Nightmares become worst when it converts into
daydreams.

There’s a saying, “when you think about it, you can also
achieve it.” So if we think about the bad things which didn’t
happened yet, it will not only affect our present but equally it
will affect our future, so try not to allow bad dreams come in
between the beautiful dreams…. try to think about something
positive and beautiful.
 Childhood Memories

Some Childhood Memories are unforgettable, Some are

satisfactory and some are scary till death. Some haunt us as
nightmare,

And some gives us pleasure as a sweet dream.

And I want to live in the sweetest dreams instead of the

nightmare.
 Incomplete Trust
Loving someone and taking care of someone is not bad but
being overprotective is the worst. Let the child fall, let it cry but
don't pick him up, don't help him so much that it becomes
dependent on the other people one day. Love everyone, care
everyone, even help everyone, but not overprotectiveness.
"Today, the child knows this that my parents, my
brother/sister is with me, if I will fall once, they are going to
pick me up and if I face any difficulties someone or the other is
always there for us, “but there will be a situation when the child
will feel guilty, he will blame himself, his parents, his brother
stating that why were they so loving and caring for me? Why
they protected me when I was in need of falling? So, if we want
to achieve your dreams, your goals, we should be independent,
we not be dependent on others. So, be like a butterfly who
struggles a lot before coming to this earth and after coming too.
Don’t love someone so deeply, everything has it's ending even
love has it's ending too.
 About the Author
My name is Anuragini Dal and I grew up in a small town of
“Land of the Gods” Uttarakhand, Almora. Currently preparing
myself for higher education.
Life is simple till now.
I love writing and singing.
Waiting impatiently for the upcoming twist and turns in this
beautiful journey.
 She

She is pristine beauty.

Beautiful in her own way .
Pure within and outward glow.
Just like all those stars that shines above.
 My door to heaven

If death wraps its arms around me.

I shall be happy and expect you to be.
No tears please!
Death is not something to be said about.
Death is my freedom; life was my jail.
Now that I am free, I see a very long path.
The journey has not ended yet.
I am on my way to meet my fate.
The deeds I have done shall lead my way.
I see a big door!
Door that allows me to see my artist.
The key is in my hand and I am ready to see.
Oh, I see an angel giving me the keys.
He said “life is the key for door, you did a great job welcome
home”.
 Grandma

You never said goodbye.

You never said you are leaving.
You left me, before I realise.
And only God knew why.
Thousands of times I need you.
Thousands of times I cried.
If love is the only thing that could save you
You would have never died.
I love you then, I love you now, I love you forever.
You didn’t went alone
A part of me went with you,
We will meet again, when the time is right. Meet me at the
rainbow.
Hold my hand and walk me into the light.
 Self-love

I have got many wounds that no one can see.

Some are healing, some are still paining and some have left the
scar.
I am happy that I am healing, but the pain tears me apart.
When I see myself, I always feel do I deserve these wounds?
These wounds that I got from people I loved.
Wounds of betrayal, wounds of being unloved that gives pain
of being lonely and empty inside.
But I am trying to heal and save myself by
Applying ointment of self- love.
 My big fat smile
A boy one day told me that my smile is very bright.
He asked me” you always smile, you don’t have any problems
in life? “
Well! This question surprised me and I started thinking do
such people even exist? I smiled again.
I told him choosing problems was not in the option but
smiling was.
I said” I smile because I don’t have any other choice. I cannot
change things; all I can do is smile and face it. My smile is the
answer to all my problems.
I said” my smile is my strength, no matter what comes next
because problems will keep coming and I cannot loose, I have
to fight for me for and
my family. He replied “how you manage then”? I smiled again
this time the brightest one.
 Evergreen Love
The stars may fade someday.
The sun may not shine as bright as it shine today.
The nature may sink year by year.
But darling I know you will love me the same way.
Because our love is something that can never fade.
It’s evergreen.
She is happy because
She loves her perfect imperfections.
She loves herself; she loves her flaws and that what makes her
beautiful.
 Not all poems are written to be read

Not all the poems are written to be read. Some hold the
pieces of you.
Some hold the unsaid emotions.
They don’t have to know the hidden meaning of your pillow
talk.
They don’t have to know the back story of your scars.
Some poems are written to release the burden of emotional
storm.
Not all poems are written to be read. Some are written to be
heard.
Some are written to be healed.
Laugh little more.
Dance little more.
Life is beautiful,
Enjoy it little more.
Groove on your beat little more. Twirl little more.
It is your life,
Love it little more.
Roam little more.
Enjoy the rain little more. It’s your life,
Live it little more.
Do what you love little more. You are the sunshine,
Be happy little more.
In the process of making other happy don’t
Forget you too have a soul who wants to be happy, who wants
to fly.
Never hurt yourself for others who don’t value you.
About the Author
Abigail
 A full stop is not a symbol of an end, it’s the
sign of a new beginning

Lynn was a young maid who lived alone in deep forests. All
she knew was, her little cottage, few robes for herself and the
little porridge that she fed herself daily. She had a routine to
wait for someone near the small door which regularly comforted
her saying, there would be none to come…. For quite a long
time her days passed this way.

On a bright morning, the sun shined brightly and the maid

was excited about the new day, she never knew the reason but
she felt that the day was all new, this lovely maid for a change
never waited near her door, instead she decided to go on an
adventure inside the forest for the first time. Thus, she started
her new day, she walked for few miles enjoying the green lush
of the thick trees, and waving of the colourful bliss of flowers
welcoming her new way.

For her great surprise she found a small lake which led to an
island. She got on to a small boat which was tied near the lake
and rowed the boat quite long to reach the island and in the late
evening she reached the island, after a long journey she was very
hungry and tired. She tirelessly walked further in the island. For
the first time in her life she saw a creature which looked like a
moving bubble coming running to her. She was frightened but
she doesn’t feel like getting back since for the first time she
found a hope. She stood and gazed at the big bubble and slowly
went close to the bubble. Her heart was panting fast and sweat
peeped out from every pore with anxiety. She was quite near the
bubble and starred at the bubble for a long time the bubble and
the maid starred at each other, gradually she saw many bubble
coming up from a deep can. Suddenly she realized, she was
surrounded by a huge family of big and small bubbles.

After a long pause one of the tiny bubbles came with some
water offering to the maid, with much hesitation she drank the
water and was still in a dilemma about herself. Gradually each
and every bubble started smiling at her and she felt comforted.
In few days Lynn got lots of friends and she was almost into a
new family her wish came true, she was no more a single lonely
maid, but she had a big bubble family. She was so happy that
she wanted this to be her life forever. Days and months passed;
she was now a part of the bubble family.

There was a giant huge bubble who was the chief head of the
bubble family, he had gone on hunting for a long time and he
returned back after a very-very long time. This huge giant
bubble was a cunning hunter, he was greedy that he wanted to
kill Lynn and eat her. He never expressed his thought to
anybody in his family instead he welcomed the girl with much
love Hearing this, the grandson of the Giant Bubble felt
suspicious, as he knew that his grandfather was a cunning
bubble man and could never be loving to anybody.
The lil bubble told Abigail about his cunning grandfather, but
she refused to believe. The whole clan got to know the state of
Lynn and forced her to go away back to her town.

Now Abigail was lost in the jungle knowing not where to go.
She had lost the way to her cottage.

With much grieved heart she now wandered in solitude. She

now sat back and thought how well it was for her to find a
family and how she is now left alone. Thinking about her sad
state, she slept.

She was drowned in depression and felt hopeless and helpless

about her state.

The sun shone the next morning, the day started as usual. The
morning was beautiful and pleasant.

Abigail was now in a realization, that she had to move on a

different adventure.

She found a clear lake nearby. She fetched herself some water
and started playing in the water. As the day headed, she was now
pondering about her state.
She heard someone speaking and she felt that the language was
somewhat familiar to her. She ran towards the place from where
the sound came and she found none. Meanwhile she found a
colorful fruit, she plucked it and started to eat. She again heard
the same sound of a human. She again ran to see who it was.
She failed this time also. She was now confused if she was
dreaming or if she really heard the voice. She sat thinking and
hoping to hear the sound again.

By evening she again heard the same voice very close to her. This
time she did not run towards the voice but she ran in the
opposite side and found a beautiful lady cladded in a colorful
robe talking to a small baby. She was happy that she found
someone whom she could speak to, but she was scared too.

She was now in a dilemma, the beautiful lady saw Abigail and
dragged her to the lake nearby. Confused Lynn started crying
aloud thinking she was in danger. She could not rescue herself.

When they approached the lake, she stopped crying and there
was a great silence for a long time.The beautiful lady looked
herself and Lynn into the lake and found that they both looked
alike.
Abigail now realized that she found her mother whom she
thought was dead. Abigail bubbled with joy and her mom
embrassed her and kissed her.

It was a great moment of love joy and gay. Lynn, her mom and
her little sister lived together forever happily

It was a great hope for Lynn to find a new bubble family but it
was not permanent for her. When she was forced to leave the
clan, it seemed to be the end of all but, it wasn’t really an end.
It actually let to a new beginning of a permanent story.

Moral: A full stop is not a symbol of an end, it’s the sign of a

new beginning.
 About the Author
मैं जम्मू से संजना चौधरी हूँ और लिखना मेरा जुनून है, मैं अपनी भावनाओ ं को इन् शायरी
के रूप में लिखती ह,ूँ मझु े तनाव और ददद को दरू करने के लिए अपनी भावनाओ ं को
लिखना पसंद है, मझु े शायरी मेरे लदि की गहराई से पसंद है, हर शायरी में मेरा प्यार है,
और ये रचनाएूँ प्रेम के लवलभन्न चरणों पर लिखी गई है |
 कहानी टूटे दिल की

कहानी कुछ न कही जाये तोह अच्छा रहेगा,

यूँू ददद देना उन्हें भी ठीक नहीं है,
और लदि दख
ु ता है तो दख
ु ने दो,
उनसे लदि का हाि ना कहा जाए तो अच्छा रहेगा...

चपु -चपु रहने िगते हैं,

ज्यादा बात नहीं करते,
इश्क में धोखा खाने वािे,
लिर इश्क से मि
ु ाकात नहीं करते....

इस चांदनी रात में लसिद तेरी याद आई थी,

इस बात से तारो ने भी मेरी हसं ी उड़ाई थी,
मैंने पनाह ही िी थी अभी चाूँद की रोशनी से,
की लिर बाररश ने मेरी कहानी बताई थी...

ये लजस्म के इश्क की बात परु ानी है,

इश्क अभी हुआ नहीं पर एक साथ एक रात लबतानी है....
 बेवफाई

तेरी याद आज भी मझु े बुिाती है,

िेलकन आएगं े नहीं उन गलियों में,
तेरी बेविाई जो आज भी रुिाती है..

आज लिर उसकी यादों में खो लिया जाये,

अरे जनाब !
लजसने लकया हमें बबादद,
आज लिर उस बेविा के लिए रो लिया जाए..

उन्हें क्या पता कै से जी रहे है हम,

जो लदए है उसने जख्म उन्हें आज भी सह रहे है हम,
उनके आने के बाद भी अपना ददद अंदर ही अंदर पी रहे है हम,
उन्हें क्या पता कै से जी रहे है हम..

अल्िाजों में बयां जो जाते है,

ये तो आखों से बयां हो जाते है,
हम खड़े रहे जाते है उन रहो में,
और वो सामने से लकसी और के साथ चिे जाते है...
 अलफ़ाज़ मुहब्बत के

चिो आज लिर उन्हें महलिि में बि

ु ाया जाए,
इन आलशकों का नजरो से कति-ए-आम कराया जाए,
वो शमादकर कह देंगे नाम हमारा,
उनका लदि चरु ाने का खबू सरू त मक
ु ाम सजाया जाए,
चिो आज लिर उन्हें महलिि में बि
ु ाया जाए...

हदद करदो महु ब्बत की यूँ,ू की लदन ढिता जाए,

सबु ह कभी न आए, शामे गजु रती जाए,
रात कभी न आए...

कभी रात में तो कभी सबु ह में,

कभी चाूँद में तो कभी लसतारे में,
हमने आपको ही देखा है, हर समंदर हर लकनारे में,

लकताबों में क्या रखा है,

कभी हमे भी पढ़ िीलजये,
अरे खबू सरू त को छोड़कर,
कभी प्यार में मर िीलजये....
 सज़ा – ऐ – इश्क

बेविा है वो, उसके लिए मत मरना,

कुछ भी करना, पर लिर इश्क न करना,
कहालनयाूँ कुछ यूँू ही दिन रहने देना,
कुछ भी करना, पर लिर इश्क न करना...

जख्म लकतना गहरा है, उसने ये सवाि लकया है,

हमारा खोया हुआ था ददद, उसने यूँू ही बवाि लकया है...

मेरे लदि पर चिाया उसने खजं र बार-बार,

वो मोहब्बत का धोखा जो अब लदखने िगा,
जो गरू
ु र था मझु े उसकी दीवानगी का,
वो धीरे -धीरे नशा लदि से उतरने िगा,
लदि मेरा उसके वार से बेजान हो गया,
मेरा ददद भरा लजस्म उसकी मोहब्बत में कुबादन हो गया,
हार गयी मेरी मोहब्बत, हार गयी में,
मेरा ददद मेरा घर अब वीरान हो गया...
 ििद

मोहब्बत ने आज से लसिाररश की है,

हमे रुिाने वािे के घर में बाररश की है...

काश तुम ही होते मेरे लदि में आज भी,

मेरा ददद समझ पाते तमु काश आज भी,
बाहों में िेकर मझु े अपने लदि से सि
ु ाते आज भी,
काश मेरी उस हसं ी को और भी खबू सरू त बनाते तुम...आज भी...

बेविाई है तो ददद भी होगा,

लकनारा है तो समदं र भी होगा,
लजसे तुझसे प्यार होगा,
वो बबादद दबु ारा भी होगा....

एक तनू े ही नही,
मेरे लदि ने भी धोखा लकया है,
मझु े मेरे लजस्म में रहकर,
मेरी लिन्दगी को उसके नाम लकया है....
 इश्क तेरे नाम का

कुछ बोि प्यार के थे,

कुछ बोि इिहार के थे,
थोड़ी सी होठों पर थरथराहट थी,
मेरी आूँखों में उसके लदि की चाहत थी...

जैसे ही लनकिे घर से मलं जि तक पहुचं ने को,

रास्ते में आपसे मि
ु ाकात हो गयी,
थोड़ी सी नारािगी थी पर बात हो गयी...

तेरा हूँसता चेहरा याद आ जाये,

तो रोने िगते है हम,
तेरा लजक्र हो जाये कही अगर,
तो पागि से होने िगते है हम....

वो अििाि मेरे कानों में पड़े,

और मेरी रूह जाग गयी,
उस रात तेरा ख्वाब आया, और मेरी नींद भाग गयी...
 कुछ यािें कुछ लम्हे

िम्हे गजु र गये,

बस कुछ यादें रहे गयी है,
हम गिु र गये,
बस आपके वादे रह गए है...

लिन्दगी जीना नहीं आता तेरे जाने के बाद,

मझु े हूँसना नहीं आता तेरे रुिाने के बाद,
तू चाहे मझु े न चाहे,
ये लदि तेरा ही रहेगा मेरे जाने के बाद...

जबसे लदि तोड़ा है उसने,

खोये-खोये से रहते है,
उसकी याद में हमेशा हम,
हर पि रोये-रोये से रहते है...
में खश
ु ह,ूँ मझु े यहाूँ आबाद रहने दो,
मझु बबादद को, अपनी दलु नया में बबादद रहने दो...
 रातें और वो

रातें वो कुछ याद करते है,

हम यूँू ही उनकी बाहं ों की बात करते है,
वो सामने लमिे हम एक लदन,
हमने सोचा जरा िम्हों को याद करते है,
वो हमे आजकि पहचानते ही नही,
बस यही बात है की अब हम उसने कम बात करते है...

तू पास नहीं मेरे,

इस बात का गम है,
आख
ं ें नम है, कुछ कमी है,
तू इस रट में कम है...

चिो आज खदु को रुिाया जाये..

आज यही उसका नाम लदि से लमटाया जाये,
उसकी महु ब्बत और यादों को दरू कही दिनाया जाए...
उसकी मोहब्बत और यादों को दरू कही दिनाया जाए,
इस रात में उसे मेरे जेहन से जिाया जाये,
चिो आज खदु को रुिाया जाये...
 इज़हार और इश्क

सजदे पर महु ब्बत के ,

लदि रख लदया है मैंने,
इतं िार है बस उसका जनाब,
वो मेरी मोहब्बत को अंजाम तक िे जाये...

तेरी याद मझु ,े

हर रात आती है,
जब बाूँहों के सक
ु ू न,
की बात आती है...

हम भटकते लिर रहे थे ददद का मारे ,

यूँू तो अके िे थे उस महलिि में,
मगर लिर रहे थे इश्क सजे हारे ,
वहां खई दरू वो बैठे थे, अब क्या बताए िग तोह रहे थे प्यारे ,
कुछ कह न सके उन्हें हम मजबरू रयों के मारे ,
काट रहे थे वक्त वहां,
एक कालिर निर और उनके दीदार के सहारे ...
 कहानी आजकल की

इश्क ने खरीद लिया मझु ,े

आज में हर मोड़ पे उसका गि
ु ाम ह,ूँ
पहिे आिाद हुआ करता था,
आज सिा-ए-बबादद ह.ूँ ...

मझु े शायर न समझना,

ये लदि के बातें है,
जो अक्सर िफ्जों में लिख देता ह,ूँ
कोई हमसिर नहीं है मेरा,
जो मेरी बातों का शौक़ीन हो....

मोहब्बत के बदिे मोहब्बत के लदन,

आूँखों में ख़श
ु ी की जगह,
अश्कों का पहरा था,
ददद जताया नहीं था,
पर बहुत गहरा था....
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रचनाएं लकसी लकताब का लहस्सा बनने जा रही है. पेशे से मैं एक बैंकर हं और
अपनी बैंक की उिझन भरी लिन्दगी से कुछ समय लनकाि कर अपने अंदर बसे
राज को कागि पे उतरता ह।ं ये सारी रचनाएं मैंने आस पास के िोगों की लिन्दगी
से प्रेररत हो के लिखी है। आज लिर से शलु क्रया अदा करना चाहगं ा उन सभी
िोगों का लजन्होंने मेरी रचनाओ ं को सराहा और आगे लिखने की प्रेरणा दी।

धन्यवाद आप सभी का और आगे और भी बेहतर करूं इसके लिए अपना

आशीवादद बनाए रखे |
 आरंभ

इक आसमा,ं इक चाूँद, इक तेरी झिक,

हालसि ना हुआ ये मझु को, लदि में रह गई कसक,
तेरी बातें, तुझसे मि
ु ाकातें, तेरे हाथों की वो राहतें,
तेरी सांसों से ये दरू ी, जाने रहती है कब तिक

हमसे हमारी मोहब्बत की पहचान मत पछू ो,

देख के उसकी ख़श
ु ी, मेरी मस्ु कान मत पछू ो,
हो गयी शालमि वो मेरी धड़कनों में,
निरों से पर ये दरू ी, उफ्ि ये इलम्तहान मत पछ
ू ो
 काधं े पे सर रख घमु ाया है उसने,
उंगिी पकड़ चिना लसखाया है उसने,
डर को मेरे हराया है उसने,
अपने अरमानों को भि
ु ा, ख्वाबों में मेरे पंख िगाया उसने,
जिा ना मैं कभी धपू में, छाूँव को सर पे यूँू सजाया है उसने
हर पि सीखते रहने का सबक ही लसखाया है उसने
टूटा जो कभी मैं, हौसिा लिर से जगाया है उसने

लबन बोिे समझने िगे वो, मेरे िबों की खामोलशयाूँ,

कहते नहीं उनसे पर, बढ़ने िगी इस लदि की बेचैलनयां
ख्वाबों के आंचि में वो जड़ु ने िगे अब हमसे,
अजनबी से थे जो, बढ़ने िगी है उनसे निदीलकयाूँ,
 थोड़ा सा सब्र भी जरूरी है,
तरकीबें लमि ही जाती है,
बेशक मलु श्किें है बड़ी,
पर कोलशशें रंग तो िाती है,
इलम्तहान िेती है लजंदगी हर कदम पे,
हूँस के पार कर जाना ही तेरी जीत कहिाती है

हाूँ मझु े पसंद है तेरी नादालनयाूँ, हाूँ मझु े पसंद है तेरी मनमलनयां,
वो तेरी जल्ु िों का बादि, तेरे नैनों का काजि,
हाूँ मझु े पसदं है, मेरे लकस्सों में शालमि तेरी हर कहालनयाूँ
वो लबन बात तेरा लबगड़ जाना, वो लबन बात मझु से रूठ जाना,
हाूँ मझु े पसंद है तेरी आूँखों की हर गस्ु ताखीयाूँ
 और कुछ हो ना हो तेरे मेरे दरलमयान,
कम्बख्त लहचलकयों का लसिलसिा अब भी जारी है,
वक़्त ठहर जाता है तेरी यादें देखकर,
लक यादों में अब भी वही खमु ारी हैं!

कुछ देर और ठहर जाते, दो बातें कर िेते तमु से,

कुछ देर और नजर आते, तो साूँसों में भर िेते लिर से ,
पर लबन बोिे ही चि लदए तुम, इक बार ना देखा मड़ु के ,
इक बार पिट के देखते तमु , तो यूँू दरू ना होते हमसे
 झिक रही है चाहत तेरी आंखों में अब भी,
लनकि रही है शरारत तेरी बातों से अब भी,
कै से बयां करे उड़ती जल्ु िों के उस जादू को,
लसमट रही है मोहब्बत तेरी यादों में अब भी

कुछ अल्िाि लिख द,ंू कुछ राि लिख दंू

आ बैठ जरा पास मेरे, तेरे िफ्जों से कोई साज लिख दंू
थम जाए ये रात जरा, देखंू यंू तेरी पिकों को,
आ बैठ जरा पास मेरे, तेरे जल्ु िों के साए में ये रात लिख दंू
 िुरसत लमिे कभी, तो आईना तमु देख िेना,
मझु को पाओगे ख़दु में, बस निरों में देख भर िेना,
इश्क़ होता नहीं बायां िफ़्िों से अक्सर,
राि हमारे लदि के अपनी पिकों में कै द तुम कर िेना

लदि अब भी उनसे खिा रहे, लदि अब भी उनसे लगिा करे ,

लमिते नहीं वो महलिि में, बस ख्वाबों में ही लमिा करे ,
कहने को लकतनी बातें है, पर खामोश ये तन्हा रातें है,
सनु िे िरा वो लदि की सदा, रब से अधरू ी ये रिा करे

मेरी हर बात में शालमि बस तमु हो,

मेरे हर ख्वाब में शालमि बस तुम हो,
तुम लबन अधरू े मेरे लकस्से, कहानी, सब राि,
चि रहे लजस राह पे, उसकी मंलजि बस तमु हो
 अभी तो सिर शरू
ु हुआ, उड़ान अभी बाकी है,
अभी तो यंू ही हसं लदए, मस्ु कान अभी बाकी है,
ख्वाब जागे, ख्वालहश लदखी, उम्मीदों के पख
ं िगे,
कदमों से कह दो बढ़े चिे, अपना मक
ु ाम अभी बाकी है

ख़्वाब तेरे देखे हम, और ये रात गनु गनु ाए,

मन्ु तलिर तेरे नरू के , तुझे देख चाूँद शमादए,
आसमाूँ से कह दो जरा, ये रात ठहर जाए,
जाम छिक जाए कहीं, ऐसे नैन वो मतकाए
 जाड़े की धपू भी तेरी आदत जैसी है,
दरू कै से जाए, लक इसमें राहत ऐसी है,
है सक
ु ंू तेरी बाहं ों का इन चमकती लकरणों में,
आ तझु े आगोश में भर िे, लदि की चाहत ऐसी है

मेरी सोहबत में रह कर, मेरे रंग में रंगने िगे है,
थे खामोश से जो िफ्ज, आज मझु से कहने िगे है,
तनहाइयां भी लखि उठती है, जो हौिे से मसु कुराते हो तमु ,
लदि के समदं र में अब वो, लकसी दररया सा बहने िगे है
 लखिलखिाते आगं न का अरमान है बेलटयाूँ ,
ममता भरे आचं ि में, शलक्त का वरदान है बेलटयाूँ,
इन्रधनषु के रंग सी वो, नदी के लनमदि जि सी वो,
कभी जननी, कभी साथी, कभी पगड़ी का अलभमान है बेलटयाूँ

लक अब तो आदतों में भी शालमि उसकी लिक्र है,

इिहार नहीं करते, पर ख्यािों में उसका लिक्र है,
उिझने सि
ु झ जाती है, पर ये सवाि नहीं सि
ु झते,
बेचैन कहीं सालहि हैं, और दररया बेलिक्र हैं!

लसमटी हुई दरू ी के झरोखों में खो जाए जरा,

मलु श्किों को थोड़ी उसकी, हूँसी दे जाए जरा,
थामे रखे है अल्िाि, जो इस मन में कहीं,
पास मेरे बैठे कभी, बातें उससे ये कह जाए जरा