Excuses

I make excuse
But not to hurt people like you
To accept trust of my love;
How she refuses
I make excuse.

Pour out tears my eyes
And my sister asks, ”why?”
No longer happiness amuses
I make excuses

Smiling world enjoy and cry
“Rejoice and cheers”
for me do not hold any usage
And once more,
I make excuses.

My Days With You

A morning I open up my eyes
And gaze out of window
Breeze blowing gently through leaves
Singing and floating nightingales
And it reminds me
My days with you.

Another pleasant evening I walk
Side by the endless sea
Weaves run and kiss my feet
Steal sand away from underneath
And it reminds me
My days with you.

Again a night under sky
I sit and stare magic of stars
No sign of cloud but a drop
Falls and is saved by palm
And it reminds me
My days with you.

Tum Aur Diary

Jab bhi kabhi likhne baithta hoon
Main hamari is diary mein
Dar lagta hai
Kahin gandey na ho jayein
Panne iske

Aur is dar se, likhne se pahle;
Main apne haath dho leta hoon
Lekin jaldi hi
Dar jata hoon ek baar fir;
Haath dhone ke baad
Ki is tarah toh
Ho jayenge geeley
Panne diary ke hamari
Aur ragadta hoon tauliya
Haathon per apne
Aur baith jaata hoon
Pankhey ke niche
Fir uske baad…

Main apne haathon ke sukhney ka intzaar karta hoon
Kyonki main tumhe aur is diary ko bahut pyar karta hoon.

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Tired Steps

Meri taqdeer ko mujhse rooth jane do
Hath mera tumhare hathon se chhot jane do
Jis dor se bandha hua hu tumse
Ab wo dor toot jane do
Meri taqdeer ko mujhse rooth jane do

Kaisi ye lagan hai yahan dil me mere
Jalti rahti hai har waqt dil me diye ki tarah
Suboot deta hoon ki ishq ab bhi karta hoon
Ki is patange ko shama pe lut jaane do

Meri taqdeer ko mujhse rooth jane do
Hath mera tumhare hathon se chhot jane do