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ग़म इस बात का नहीं,  की वो पास नहीं है। तबियत फिर संभल जाती जो होता कोई बहाना, पर कश्मकश ये है की अब कोई आस नहीं है। दूर होना भी कोई गम था, की अब वक़्त ने किया बया। वो जो दूर  होक भी करीब थे,  अब उनका कोई इकरार या इंकार नही है। तबियत फिर संभल जाती जो होता कोई बहाना, पर कश्मकश ये है की अब कोई आस नहीं है। की जो रहते थे ख्यालो में,  और मुख़्तसर गुफ्तगू किया करते थे। इस कदर बदलते गए हालात, की अब उनको मेरा इल्म-ए-हाल नहीं है। तबियत फिर संभल जाती जो होता कोई बहाना, पर कश्मकश ये है की अब कोई आस नहीं है। मेरा तस्सवुर अब भी ढूंढ़ता है, की कोई हल्का सा एहसास तो मिले उनका। पर ना जाने किस बात पर नाराज़ है वो, की अब उनके ज़ेहन में मेरा नामो निशाँ नहीं है। तबियत फिर संभल जाती जो होता कोई बहाना पर कश्मकश ये है की अब कोई आस नहीं है। कहते है की वक़्त भर देता है हर ज़ख्म,  कितनो ने नई राहे पकड़ी भूल जाने के बाद। पर जो लिया मैंने जायज़ा दर्द का अपने, तो पाया की मेरे ज़ख्मो का वक़्त से इकरार नहीं है। तबियत फिर संभल जाती जो होता कोई बहाना पर कश्मकश य

There are many relations in life, With a trend of coming and going. But few stay and never leave, The one which keeps life glowing, Its not that everyone is lucky, There are only few who are blessed. Then why they just don't bother, And keep putting them at test. Ask the one who remained alone, Finding someone with no gain. You might realize what you got, Don't make them diluted with pain. Its ok that you keep expectation, There is no harm in keeping them. But don't make it a compulsion, Coz it might make the relation numb.

The way she blush, As if the dusk went red in all its glory. The colors of love spread across, As if listening to a romantic story. The birds singing to act her voice, The river waving to act her walk. The wind flowing to act her movement, The waterfall trying to act her talk. But no one near to match her glory, As if listening to a romantic story. The petals trying to steal the touch, The flowers trying to steal her fragrance. The mirror trying to steal her look, Honey trying to steal her sweetness. But no one near to match her glory, As if listening to a romantic story. Deer hesitate when eyes are compared, Night feels inferior when the hair is matched. Dawn hides when talk about her smile, Nature feels shy when her praise is scratched. Indeed, no one near to match her glory, As if listening to a romantic story.

That is how i want life to be, I turning into u and u turning into me... Let the attraction be of highest degree Let the thoughts be set totally free, As there is no difference when river meet sea I turning into u and u turning into me... For your smile my words remain the key Your sweetness is what i charge as fee, Resemblance of thoughts achieving accuracy I turning into u and u turning into me... As inseparable as from ground is tree Despite the distance how much it be, Is it same for you? Do u agree? I turning into u and u turning into me...

No matter what color she carry, It may be  red,  blue or white. There is always a more beautiful aspect, Which presents astonishing sight. Sometimes its boon for the eyes, Sometimes seems god's pride. The endless versions keep appearing, Every time  turning everything to delight The power to impress anything, Making even stones go smile. The aura is not to be encompassed in words, A look and even desert turns fertile. As if every color is made, To just rejoice her credit. And the ignorant colors feel proud, Going by the way news get spreaded It wont be late,  When colors would fight. Who is going to enjoy her company And would remain in limelight

Oh woman! The ocean of emotion, A rare combination of love, care and patience. God must have put all learning while creating, The way you carry strength with elegance. The selfless acts of love you shower, Infinite efforts for our happiness you make. Most of the times taken for granted, The endless pain for relations you take. Pity people who feel you need support, Their humble ignorance, considering you weak. Though they themselves need the warmth of your touch, It’s only your company, in agony, they seek. Woman and sacrifice are synonym for a reason, Nothing more than love, they want in return. It’s not our greatness to realize and provide it, But her eminence to ignore asking, what she earn.

Fatigue instantly disappears, sadness seems so fragile. When i attempt to crack a joke,  and you respond with a beautiful smile. As if flowers starts to blossom, and rainbow appears in the sky. the nature unfolds beautifully, and me standing still, taking a sigh. the spark in your eyes, make the world glow, makes me write all this, effortlessly in a flow. let the nature be jealous Keep smiling the way you do i wont leave any stone unturned, to always keep praising you.

After a long hectic day I finally started wrapping up to leave for home and requested OLA to help me with a ride from Noida to Delhi. I kept trying, and each time the driver denied duty as the cabs were UP registered and no one wanted to go to Delhi at late hours. Then after around 45 minutes, it showed me Haryana registered cab which made my hopes high. I called the driver (Raghav) on number provide by OLA to get confirmation on drop location. Raghav didn’t wait to hear my hello and requested “ Sir, please don’t cancel the ride, I’ll be there in 2 minutes. ” I replied “ Dear, I have been trying hard to get a cab and happy to hear this statement from you. By the way it’s a Delhi drop, is it ok? ” He confirmed “ Sure sir, just reaching. ..” So he arrived and we started heading towards the destination. Raghav : “ Sir, I too have been waiting to get passenger for Delhi as I reside there, and it’s good to get one just in time. ” Mukesh : “ Great, but the s

Coffee with her, Like magic happening all around, Nothing comparable to those moments, Could be ever created or found. The awesome aroma of coffee, Mixed with chuckles and sweet talk, Sharing experiences, debating topics, Creating distinct adorable memory mark Is it the magic of coffee really? Or something in form of amazing feeling, It would be injustice to credit just coffee, As she is magic herself, the fact revealing The way it all happens is beyond words, Naming her magic it’s just a false attempt, It would be raising the bar for magic, Comparing her to anything, proved contempt

With you, my time seems to fly, You are cure to sadness oh my dear. It just makes me always wonder, Where were you all these year. You listen to me with all interest, Like a true friend, who is always there. No matter how hard I try, I could never match the way you care. It just makes me always wonder, Where were you all these year. Every morning is something new with you, Togetherness with you is nothing but joy shear. You truly make the morning good, And eventually add there on smiles and tear. It just makes me always wonder, Where were you all these year. With you there is indescribable ease, I can talk anything without any fear. I have no words to thank the fateful day, When your sweet presence in my life appear. It just makes me always wonder, Where were you all these year.

It’s truly fascinating, how we assume we are right, The fact remains, the situations are different, they are going through, It doesn’t mean that we haven’t faced what they are facing, It’s just that we assume that we were right then too. It’s truly fascinating, how we pretend to know it all, The fact remains, that we keep searching for clue, It doesn’t mean, each and every time we get it right, It’s just that we assume that we were right then too. It’s truly fascinating, the tendency to play victim, The fact remains, not everything is right, of all what we do, It doesn’t mean that we haven’t made someone else victim, It’s just that we assume that we were right then too. It’s truly fascinating, how we pointed finger, The fact remains, where other four were pointing to, It doesn’t mean that we were unaware of our deeds, It’s just that we assume that we were right then too.

बालो की सफेदी बढ़ती जा रही है, उम्र बढ़ती और मियाद घटती जा रही है. पर कौन गिला करें फिज़ूल, मेरे दोस्तों की तादात बढ़ती जा रही है. ख्वाइश है की फिर बच्चा बन जाऊ, बड़प्पन को बेदखल कर मासूमियत से ittrau. पर क्या करें ये दुनियादारी की मशरूफियत, हर कही से रूबरू आ रही है. पर कौन गिला करें फिज़ूल, मेरे दोस्तों की तादात बढ़ती जा रही है. सुबह से ही मुबारक़बादो की, एक झड़ी सी बरसी जा रही है. पर रह  रह कर ज़िन्दगी की परेशानिया मुसलसल चेहरा दिखा रही है. पर कौन गिला करें फिज़ूल, मेरे दोस्तों की तादात बढ़ती जा रही है.