Dates Wid Lyf ….

{September 9, 2008}   They sure have a name for this….



I smile in solitude..

Speak not a(the) word..

Toss sleeplessly, the night long

Wake up, with the humming, unheard..


I ask the mirror

If I am beautiful indeed

Can, that, he love to stare 

I talk to myself

To see if …can hold

In his  eyes, the glare..


I err a hundred times

Trying not to, any

I act often too stupid

Issues sublte, yet many


I fail to hold 

The unconscious smile

When he’s around

When distant

I lay cold

Muffled with stillness, unbound


I hate to believe he’s wrong

He can never be

Cherish even the anger

Sweet in fancy


It isn’t just a whim

Nor as plain a bliss

….I know not what they call it ..

….But, they sure have a name for this…


heena says:

both of ur recent post relates 😉
Waqt ki qaid mein zindagi hai magar
Chand ghadiyan yehi hain jo aazad hain
Inko khokar mere jaan-e-jaan
Umr bhar na taraste raho

waise itna anjaan bhi bane na karo 😛

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