kal phir ek khwaab aakho me jal ke reh gaya
bikhre ehsaaso ka abhaas phir pighal kar beh gaya
kahi ek nayi si subah dekhi thi
chehekti hui khilkhilati muskan si thi
jo aakho se aise tapakti thi
ki jaise poori zindgi usime doob gayi ho
jaise meri saase uski madhosh mehek me so gayi ho
kaash subah aate hi raat ko dhalna na padta
kaash kuchh aur der mai raat ban kar subah ki baaho me khel sakta
mere ateet ki parchhai jis subah ne mita di
kaash me kuchh der aur khud ko bhool paane ka ehsas kar sakta
par shayad har raat ki yehi neeyati hai
subah ki god me hi har raat apni aakhri saase chunti hai
kal phir ek khwaab aakho me jal kar reh gaya
bikhre ehsaaso ka abhaas phir pighal kar beh gaya
just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
Thursday, May 6, 2010
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