RAFTAAR..

Subah hoti hai…shaam hoti hai

Aise hi zindagi tamaam hoti hai
 

Ek ek din zindagi ka kam ho rha hai 

Aur hum sochte hai ki insaan bada ho rha hai..

Na ghadi ka pahiya rukta hai

Na samay kisi k aage jhukta hai

Jab zindagi ka ek aur lamha kam hota hai..

 

I WISH…

 

I Wish I could fly

I Wish I could touch the sky

Go deep into the blue

Cuddle with the cloud like crew
In the enchanted valley of every land, I went through and through...

I wish i could set out free

Like a Squirrel in a summer glee

Squirt with all my power

And swift and curl and cover 

In a bough forever..

MUSAAFIR..

 

 

Manzille bhi uski thi , raasta bhi uska tha..

Kafila bhi uska tha..

Saath saath chalne ki soch bhi uski thi , phir raasta badalne ka faisla bhi uska tha..

Tha to ek musaafir , lekin voh adhura tha ..akela tha

Dil uska aksar ye batein krta tha..

Log toh uske the…KYA KHUDA BHI USKA THA ?

 

 

The tragedy of life is not death but what we let die inside us while we live…

 

 

KEHTE LOG ..na rok paaye use

Manzil toh nishchit thi par raah dhundhli thi…

Hosla to drid tha par aakhein sookhi thi..

Hunar ki kami naa thi , uska ehsaas bhi tha lekin uss par vishvaas ki kami thi

 Kami to thi, kami thi toh ek sahaare ki, ek dost ki..

Par voh tha ek musaafir…na ghar h naa thikana..

 

 

You may only be a piece of puzzle in somebody’s life but their life might not be complete without you…