Sunday, November 19, 2006

Toota hua dil...

Tumse na thi mujhe yeh ummeed
Arre bewafa, tune yeh kya kiya
Ek hi pal mein mere sapno ko
Chaknachur kar ke chodd diya...
Mujhe na pata tha ki tum hoge kathor
Meri dosti mein thi kya khot
Aisa kaun sa gunah kiya tha maine
Jo tumne pahuchai mere dil ko chot...
Paththar ya insaan, jo bhi ho tum
Aaj se itna jaan lo
Meri tarah kisi aur ka dil
Na todna, itna tthan lo...
Tumne hume dosti ke kabil na samjha
Par hum to hain ab bhi tumhare yaar
Kitne bhi sitam kar lo tum
Mere dil se na jayega tumhara pyaar...
Jab tak hai yeh zindagi apni
Tumhe apna dost manenge hum
Hume yeh pata hai hamare marne par
Tumko na hoga ek katra ghum...
Par itna sun lo mere dost
Kabhi na kabhi ayegi meri yaad
Tab rone ka fayda na hoga kyonki
Shayad yeh ho mere marne ke baad...

Monday, November 06, 2006

The Ocean Bed

Barren desert
He said he was,
A mirage of love.
Now that I think
What am I, then
I get an answer
The Ocean Bed.
Colourful life,
All around me.
Beautiful fishes and trees
Sometimes an adventurer,
A marine predator,
That's what I see.
See I do, and nothing else
Passive spectator
I can be called.
No role to play
I do have
Except to watch them all.
No rays of light
Ever reach me
Forever dark am I
That's why perhaps
I am so sad
Anyone would, if his
Very existence looks bad.
Surrounded by the beauties of nature
I know many
For whom I'm a necessity
But not a companion
Nor a friend
Can I ever be.
What a miserable thing I am
The Ocean Bed indeed.
No one to reach me
But sunken ships
No use am I
But to house the dead
And be cursed for it.
I'd rather be a desert
Out in the light
Than be in the dark, dark waters.
Water can bring
Desert's spring
But who can bring me salvation?
No, I'm not happy
As many do think
I am a depressed soul...
Lonely and morbid,
With no one to love,
Not even the Devil foul!