Conflict

He tried everything to win her heart.
Unaware.. that she had already lost it..
To her soul.

Sadly,
External beauty  never impressed her.
Internal beauty ruled her soul.

But,
Both unaware.. He had lost his soul..
To her heart.

She was called ascetic..
But it wasn't the life she chose.

Savouring the bitter truths..
While enduring all the woes.

And, about this path..
She had all the clues.

Still she dared to love..
Though destined to  lose.

Dangerous Soul

"Writers are dangerous!" he complained.

"Why?" *perplexed* she asked.

"They invade your soul."

She smiled..
Her soul was in her writings.

The Dreamer & The Illusionist

It was a forlorn path,
And she was walking alone.
Chasing the life she wants..
On the road, from where..
Everybody was gone.

Living the life of a dreamer,
She wanted to make 'em real.
The apparent dreams she saw
And also those..
That sound surreal.

One day,
On that lonely path,
He crossed her way.
And the words he said in silence,
Left her in dismay.

It was the familiar silence,
She didn't want to break.
'Cuz she knew. .
The pain of pouring out heart
And the tormenting it'd take.

Living the life of an Illusionist,
One day,
He cast a magic spell..
To know what he never heard
And what she wanted to tell.

As he leaned forward. .
To listen what she was saying..
He recalled..
The wretched road he trod..
And how sufferings went playing.

But his was a kind soul,
So the agonies he didn't express.
That forlorn path was beautiful
To her,  he proved
As he escaped distress.

This way,
He heard what he couldn't hear..
She said what she couldn't say..
With such love in disguise..
The dreamer and the illusionist ..
Loved life in their own way !!

ਤੂੰ ਮੈਂ ਤੇ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ

ਤੂੰ ਮੈਂ ਤੇ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ
ਮੈਨੂੰ ਇੱਕੋ ਜਿਹੇ ਲਗਦੇ ਨੇ
ਇਹ ਜੋ ਲਫ਼ਜ਼ ਮੈਂ ਲਿਖੇ ਨੇ
ਇਹ ਤੇਰੇ ਹੀ ਕਹੇ ਲੱਗਦੇ ਨੇ

ਸੁੱਖ ਦੁੱਖ ਦਾ ਸਾਥ ਜੋ ਮੰਗਿਆ
ਸੁੱਖ ਤਾਹੀਂਓ ਸਾਥੋਂ ਸੰਗਦੇ ਨੇ
ਤੇ ਇਹ ਜੋ ਦੁੱਖ ਮੈਂ ਵੇਖੇ ਨੇ
ਇਹ ਤੇਰੇ ਹੀ ਸਹੇ ਲੱਗਦੇ ਨੇ
ਤੂੰ ਮੈਂ ਤੇ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ
ਮੈਨੂੰ ਇੱਕੋ ਜਿਹੇ ਲਗਦੇ ਨੇ

ਮੰਜ਼ਿਲ ਬੇਸ਼ੱਕ ਵੱਖ ਹੈ ਸਾਡੀ
ਪਰ ਪੈਂਡੇ ਇੱਕੇ ਥਾਂ ਲੰਘਦੇ ਨੇ
ਤੇ ਇਹ ਜੋ ਰਾਹ ਮੈਂ ਚੁਣੇ ਨੇ
ਇਹ ਤੇਰੇ ਹੀ ਦੱਸੇ ਲੱਗਦੇ ਨੇ
ਤੂੰ ਮੈਂ ਤੇ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ
ਮੈਨੂੰ ਇੱਕੋ ਜਿਹੇ ਲਗਦੇ ਨੇ

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"

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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

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