Saturday, 7 April 2018

A Eclipse can be as beautiful as the kiss of sun and moon. A blood can be as pure as the Divine in human.

The way we look, we define and yes it can change

Kaha sabko pata hota he ki ye dill kitna saaf he
shabdo ka khora he, or fir muglato ki deewar he

Tujhe jab-jab manga
naraz sa hua he
e-zindagi esa hi kyo mere sath hua he

Shikve bhi he tere mujhse kese
kabhi dhur hone ko ho
or tu pass ata he
kabhi pass hota hu
ek ajab hi dhuri lagti he

O night

O! night you are so empathic
and your stars
they listen, they twinkle.
Aura of yours , the magic
though my eye goes heavy
I don't wanna sleep
for those soothing unspoken conversation, and the daily life gossips
which all then come.
O! night you are disguise of a new world when my rastrophilipustrocity awake
I unleash the colored ballons,
I unleash my thoughts.
In lightless space,
the dark of you my every secret roam
and your breeze whisper it to the one.