Balaa Ka Husn Gajab Ka

Shabab Neend Mein Hai

Hai Jism Jaise Gulista

Gulaab Neend Mein Hai
Use Zara sa Padh Lo To Shayari Aa Jaye

Gazal Ki Mukkamal Kitab Neend Mein Hai
Machal Rahi Hai Dil Mein Didar Ki Hasrat

Wo Dale Chehre Pe Neela Nakab Neend Mein Hai
Wo Inkalab Uthata Hai Leke Angdayi

Sawal Jaga Huwa Hai

Jawab Neend Mein Hai

feelin' blue

feelin' blue

feelin' blue...

my heart says

cant be, cant be, true...

jaane kya chaahe mann baanwara

jaane kya chaahe mann baanwara

akhiyan mere saawan chala

akhiyan mere saawan chala

feelin' blue

feelin' blue

feelin' blue

my heart says

cant be, cant be, true...

saghan aanchal sarabor hovey

sajan aansuwan mein kya jor hovey

kya jor hovey apne jiya pe

mann to maarha yeh manchala

jaane kya chaahe mann baanwara

jaane kya chaahe mann baanwara

ankhiyan mere saawan chala

ankhiyan mere saawan chala...

pawan purwa mein youn udta jaavey

badra chanda se mann judta jaavey

aavey hawa ka jhonka phir aisa

tootey patang ki dor sa

jaane kya chaahe mann baanwara

jaane kya chaahe mann baanwara

akhiyan mere saawan chala

akhiyan mere saawan chala...

feelin' blue

feelin' blue

feelin' blue

my heart says

cant be, cant be, true...

Bat din ki nahi, ab raat se dar lagta hai...

Ghar hai kacha mera, barsat se dar lagta hai...

Tere tohfe ne to bas aansoo hi diye...

Zindagi ab teri saugaat se dar lagta hai...

Pyaar ko chor ker tum aur koi baat karo...

Ab mujhe pyaar ki har baat se dar lagta hai...

Meri khatir na wo badnam kahin ho jayen...

Iss liye unn ki mulaqaat se dar lagta hai...

This gazhal is simply gajab...

lakh is dil ko humane samajaya
dil yaha phir bhi humako le aaya
salam salam

tumhaari mehfil main aa gaye hai
to kyun naa hum ye bhi kaam karlen
salam karane ki aaraju hai
idhar jo dekho salam karalen
ye dil hai jo aa gaya hai tum par
wagar na sach hai ye banda parwar
jise bhi hum dekhale palat kar
usiko apna gulam karalen
salam karane ki aaraju hai
idhar jo dekho salam karalen
bahot si baate hai tumako kehani
bahot si baate hai humako kehani
kabhi jo tanaha milo kahi tum
to baten hum ye tamam karlen
salam karane ki aaraju hai
idhar jo dekho salam karalen
wo laila majanu ki ho mohabat
ke shiri farhad ki ho ulfat
jara si tum jo dikhao jurrat
to hum bhi un jaisa nam karalen
tumhari mehfil main aa gaye hai
to kyun na hum ye bhi kaam karalen
salam karane ki aaraju hai
idhar jo dekho salam karalen

Shaam se aankh mein nammi si hai

Aaj phir aap ki kami si hai

Shaam se aankh mein nami si hai
Dafan karr do humme ke sans mille

Nabaj kuch derr se thami si hai

Aaj phir aap ki kammi si hai
Waqt rehta nahin kahi tikk karr

Iski aadat bhi aadami si hai

Iss ki aadat bhi aadami si hai

Aaj phir aap ki kammi si hai
Koi rishta nahin raha phir bhi

ek tasvir lajmi si hai

Shaam se aankh mein nammi si hai

Aaj phir aap ki kammi si hai

mujhe mat roko
mujhe yaar ke ghar jaane do
main hoon parwana
mujhe shamma pe mit jaane do
mujhe mat roko !!!
usko pana hi meri zindagi ka maksat hain
agar woh milta hai mujhe marke toh mar jaane do
mujhe mat roko!!!
dil ki aankhon ne meri apana sanam dekh liya
ab isi dar pe mere dam ko nikal jaane do
mujhe mat roko
mujhe yaar ke ghar jaane do
main hoon parwana
mujhe shamma pe mit jaane do
mujhe mat roko!!!

"I often think he is the only one of us who's achieved immortality. I don't mean in the sense of fame, and I don't mean that he won't die someday. But he's living it. I think he is what the conception really means. You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with every day that passes. When you meet them, they are not what you met last. In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves. They change, they deny, they contradict - and they call it growth. At the end, there's nothing left, nothing unreversed or unbetrayed, as if there had never been an entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out on an unformed mass. How do they expect a permanance which they never held for a single moment?"
AYN RAND

Barish ke mausam me kuch bat hoti hai

us waqt wo kanhi nahi sirf mere pass hoti hai

jamin ki khushboo hawa me sama jati hai

uski yaad kar tanhai kanhi gum ho jati hai

girte pani ki awaj ek gazal hoti hai

mai sun sakta hoon kyunki wo mere pass hoti hai

barish ke mausam me kuch bat hoti hai.

"sweetu"

jikr kiya hai maine unka aaj mere afsane me

yaad basi hai unki mere is virane me

dikh raha hai unka chehra bhare hue paymane me

aaj dekhte hain peeke kya maja hai mit jane me

apne honthon pe sajana chahta hoon
aa tujhe mai gungunana chahta hoon
..
tere daman pe gira ke ek aansoo
boond ko moti banana chahta hoon
..
thak gaya hoon karte karte yaad tujhko
aab tujhe mai yaad aana chahta hoon
..
chaa raha hai saree basti me andhera
roshni ko ghar jalana chahta hoon
..
akhri hichki tere jano pe aaye
maut bhi mai shayerana chahta hoon

Candle light dinner

wo us taraf hum is taraf beech me shama jalti thi
unki ankhon ki roshni mujhe aag se jyada lagti thi

beech me pyar jaise mom ban ke pighal raha tha

kya kahen wo sama hamari jindagi likh raha tha

I love you.

As selfishly as the fact that I exist.

As selfishly as my lungs breath air.

I breath for my own necessity,

for the fuel of my body, for my survival.

I have given you,

not my sacrifice or my pitty,

but my ego and my naked need.

This is the only way you can wish to be loved.

This is the only way I can want you to love me.

If you married me now,

I would become your whole existence.

But I would not want you then.

You would not want yourself

and so you would not love me long.

To say "I love you"

one must know first how to say the

"I".

unki yaad bhoolane ko maine

dhoowayen(sutte) ka pehra lagaya tha..

par kambakhat dhoowen ne

mere samne unhi ka chera banaya tha...

Ayn rand puffed out a whole lot of cloud...poooof

"I like cigarettes.

I like to think of fire held in a man's hand.

Fire a dangerous force tamed at his fingertips,

I often wonder about the hours

when a man sits alone,

watching the smoke of a cigarette, thinking.

I wonder what

great things have come from such hours.

When a man thinks

there is a spot of fire alive in his mind

and it is proper that

he should have a burning point of a cigarette

as his one expression."

for the most wonderful person

i know

"which colour u r for me....

see waise to apko mai ek colour me nahi define kar sakta

u are more than one for me

u r like green for me for ever

blue u r for the feeling u have

yelow for me right now

with red colour between us

but above all u know anyway

i like blue colour so u r blue......

blue like sky vast and above all the things,

beauty in itself, with light showers

and thunderstorm sometime..

blue like ocean calm and deep

full of sound at shores

with waves of life generating every second

u r not diamond u r neelam..."

my sweetu

A broken heart

is simultaneously

the most glamorous and most banal thing

that will happen to most people.

It provides you with

an opportunity to indulge in tantrums and irrational behavior

that are usually only tolerated in

divas and celebrity powerhouses,

like drunkenness before noon and crying in public.

But at the same time

you're simply just experiencing something

that most people will go through several times in their lives,

all you can try to do is

make the best of it,and

milk it for all that its worth.

entering in the world with small wings on my back and dream to fly for higer sky.