That Silence So Beautiful

That silence so beautiful,
She wanted him to hear.
To understand what she meant,
But she'd never share.

That Love of its own kind,
So much emotions and care.
'cuz theirs was one soul,
Though full of despair.

Miss-guided

Tired.. Shattered..
But she wasn't done with life.
Or may be.. she was,
With her soul still alive.
Misguided to live 2 lives:
One.. to be herself,
And the other-the way they wanted her to be.
To hear what they want..
And to use their eyes to see.

Every time she wanted to rise,
Her desires were subdued.
Her imagination was used,
But only to illude.
Until, to her, it was clear
That she has to drop every fear
All the agonies and pains..
She wasn't supposed to bear.

Then,
Smiled at what they taught.
And laughed for what she learnt-
It was her own life..
And never meant to be burnt.

Those Three Words

Loved.. lost..

Broken.. exhausted..

Tired of those 3 words.

Every time..

Different meanings..

Being of different worlds.

In loud silence..

Listening what..

She never wanted to hear.

That too from someone..

Who was her own..

And was once so dear.

Bitter truths..

Beautiful lies..

Misused to misuse.

So flawlessly carved..

I LOVE YOUs..

And all the MISS YOUs

The only times..

Those words were true..

Were when there wasn't any story

Only smiling tears..

Breaking hearts..

And that heartfelt "I AM SORRY"

ਤੇਰੀ ਯਾਦ ਰੋਜ਼ ਹੀ ਆਉਂਦੀ ਐ

ਤੂੰ ਆਵੇਂ ਭਾਵੇਂ ਨਾ ਆਵੇਂ

ਤੇਰੀ ਯਾਦ ਰੋਜ਼ ਹੀ ਆਉਂਦੀ ਐ

ਹਰ ਪਲ ਸਾਥ ਨਿਭਾਉਣ ਦਾ

ਇਹ ਵਾਅਦਾ ਰੋਜ਼ ਨਿਭਾਉਂਦੀ ਐ

ਜਿੱਥੇ ਵੀ ਤੇਰਾ ਜ਼ਿਕਰ ਹੋਵੇ

ਉਸ ਮਹਿਫ਼ਲ ਨੂੰ ਰੁਸ਼ਨਾਉਂਦੀ ਐ

ਤੇ ਜਿੱਥੇ ਤੇਰੀ ਯਾਦ ਨਾ ਆਵੇ

ਉਹ ਫਿਰ ਮਹਿਫ਼ਲ ਨਾ ਕਹਾਉਂਦੀ ਐ

ਤੂੰ ਆਵੇਂ ਭਾਵੇਂ ਨਾ ਆਵੇਂ

ਤੇਰੀ ਯਾਦ ਰੋਜ਼ ਹੀ ਆਉਂਦੀ ਐ

ਸੁਪਨਿਆਂ  ਦੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਆਣ ਜਗਾਵੇ

ਕੀ ਕਰਾਂ, ਬਹੁਤ ਸਤਾਉਂਦੀ ਐ

ਕਦੇ ਚੁੱਪ-ਚੁਪੀਤੇ ਹਸਾ ਜਾਵੇ

ਤੇ ਕਦੇ ਸਾਰੀ ਰਾਤ ਰਵਾਉਂਦੀ ਐ

ਤੂੰ ਆਵੇਂ ਭਾਵੇਂ ਨਾ ਆਵੇਂ

ਤੇਰੀ ਯਾਦ ਰੋਜ਼ ਹੀ ਆਉਂਦੀ ਐ

ਨਾਮ ਤੇਰੇ ਦਾ ਦੇ ਕੇ ਗਹਿਣਾ

ਫਿਰ ਦਿਲ ਦੇ ਚਾਅ ਸਜਾਉਂਦੀ ਐ

ਵੇ! ਇਸ਼ਕ ਤੇਰੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਕਮਲਿਆਂ ਕਰਕੇ

ਇਸ ਮਰਜਾਣੀ ਨੂੰ ਆਣ ਹਸਾਉਂਦੀ ਐ

ਤੂੰ ਆਵੇਂ ਭਾਵੇਂ ਨਾ ਆਵੇਂ

ਪਰ ਤੇਰੀ ਯਾਦ ਤਾਂ ਰੋਜ਼ ਹੀ ਆਉਂਦੀ ਐ

Happy-go-Lucky

It's not that she was little unhappy.
But the Life, for her,
Was a smile so grave..
And a grief so notorious.

It's not that she was little unlucky.
But the Love, for her,
Was a triumph so humble..
And  a defeat so glorious.

Once More

She is like a tide.

And he like a shore.

She's much troublesome.

But her, he always adore.

Whenever she turns hostile.

To calm her, he hastens fore.

And that whisper of his lips,

Takes off the anger she wore.

And then..

the caresses and kisses..

Make him say,"Once more".

Dilemma

The truth petrified her.

And, the lies she endured 

were no less.

She sensed the game.

But didn't express.

Then winked at the truth..

Laughed at the lies..

And she made her life..

A Gorgeous Mess.