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Abhinay
Bheeter se har kshan,
Tadap raha hai mann,
chehre par hasi,
ufaan par hai ghum.
abhinay kar rahe,
apno ko dhokha,
khoya hai dil,
khud se bewafa.
barasti motiyaan,
ab qaid seep mein,
varsha toh aaj bhi
ghum ke geet hain.
sataate sangeet,
jhooti har preet,
khud se haara mann,
khud se hi jeet.
neend huyi begani,
bewaqoofana kahani,
hazaron humsafar,
zindagi veerani..
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WE
Source: WE
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Mere Khuda..
Source: Mere Khuda..
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Safar.. manzil nazar toh uss waqt bhi nahi aati thi, Par shayad aapke saath, safar ki talab thi..
Neend se vaasta toh barson pehle chhoot gaya tha
Aaj zindagi se bhi koi talluq na raha….
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it’s in the eyes. always the eyes.
k.awords (via kianaazizian)
Fitrat ho sakti hai..
Door jana toh kismat hai,
paas rehna toh fitrat ho sakti hai..
kisi se dil lag jana toh kismat hai,
izhaar karna toh fitrat ho sakti hai.
pyaar karna toh kismat hai,
nafrat karna toh fitrat ho sakti hai..
aankhon ka milna toh kismat hai,
nazrein chhupana toh fitrat ho sakti hai.
boondon ka barasna toh kismat hai,
unn mein bheeg jana toh fitrat ho sakti hai.
rooth jana toh kismat hai,
manana toh…
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The Letter...
It seems fake, isn’t it? ‘Cause you still haunt me in the nights and I cry in my dreams... fake enough? Ever bothered? I’ve changed... But I’m still occluded in the past.. Ignorant?? Be..
Every night feels like my last.. and I choke every breath of mine... But my love for you never makes me believe that the reason could ever be you.. I know, it had always been me... The reason.. And I believe I’m the reason I’m suffering... Does this matter?? No, right?
A single instance matters, isn’t it?
Love... Was it ever over there? You never denied.. And I breathe for that... Matters??
Emotions... Relations?? Come over here.. you’ll see.. Who matters...
And against all the odds.. Your heart knows the truth... And if it doesn’t.... I fell for your callousness... I did.... I did...
Love..
Sharaya
That would've been a beautiful world... Communication through letters.. the outwait for them.. and the answers written after enough consideration.. leaving no space for silence.. Silence kills, so do words..
Sharaya
Too scared or tired to make an effort? Lay down on the couch, close you eyes, let the darkness surround you. At least, dreams will be pleasant
Sharaya
An Undefined Life
So... What is it? How can we conclude if we are alive? Breathing in and out? Is that all? Or does it mean something more that?
A way more than that....
Making life worth? How can we do that? Especially, when the time plays his part so well that it leaves you shocked for some time... How long? Depends upon your immunity to fight it or your ability to survive with it...
And the story doesn’t end here... There are still more of the players to make your life hell... The Rituals.. The Ethics and The Morals... The Masters of All... To build you up into a human they want.. Machine.. And maybe, you go onto the path decided by them.. Maybe too far... But the thrust of these three sometimes goes high... Enough to choke air.. So here, are you alive or do you die every moment?
And when does the evil story end? Rebel?
-Sharaya...
When Everything Turns Black...
I guess, it was only me among us
who felt,
my heart wedded to yours,
as I were to you…
But all those memories,
have turned black..
wearing “The Enormous” Black Gown,
I stand in the graveyard..
not flowers, but,
bouquet of thorns..
Riding on a black horse
you come,
So black your face,
That I can’t see you anymore,
and suddenly, you vanish!
leaving me lamenting,
Crying Blood..
But you’re not gone forever
(why not for heaven’s sake)
you still reside in my backyard garden,
ashed..
Serving a dead fertilizers,
to the Scarlet roses,
Squeezing,draining its lively color..
The leaves, stems, thorns
have turned grey..
The flowers?
Black,
evil Black..
How easy a life it’d have been
If it were possible
To erase “you” from it
As if you “never” were,
Never..
-Sharaya
wwww.sharayasonnet.wordpress.com
When Everything Turns Black...
I guess, it was only me among us
who felt,
my heart wedded to yours,
as I were to you…
But all those memories,
have turned black..
wearing “The Enormous” Black Gown,
I stand in the graveyard..
not flowers, but,
bouquet of thorns..
Riding on a black horse
you come,
So black your face,
That I can’t see you anymore,
and suddenly, you vanish!
leaving me lamenting,
Crying Blood..
But you’re not gone forever
(why not for heaven’s sake)
you still reside in my backyard garden,
ashed..
Serving a dead fertilizers,
to the Scarlet roses,
Squeezing,draining its lively color..
The leaves, stems, thorns
have turned grey..
The flowers?
Black,
evil Black..
How easy a life it’d have been
If it were possible
To erase “you” from it
As if you “never” were,
Never..
-Sharaya
