Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Perfume

Aaj wo almirah mein rakhe purane baste ko tatola.
Ek file mili..
jismein kuch kagaz, marksheet vagehra the.
Kuch khat bhi the,
lifafon mein lipte hue,
apni khushbu sanjoye hue.

Un tamaam khaton mein ek khat tumhara bhi nikla.
Kuch muskurahat si aayi..
aur maine us lifafe se khat ko nikala.

Wo zara ka rose wala perfume jo shayad tumne us khat pe chhidak ke usko post kiya tha..
aaj bhi un beete lamhon ko bakayakt sanjo rakha uski khushboo ne.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

A Little Bit..

Suddenly, its this lovingly hated song on head.
A night, getting away from
what I formed of myself..
that night.
I gaze at the sky to find you,
at place where i last located you
and sobbed.
You weren't there.
I smoked down to save you of it.
You hate the smoke.
I hate you for going away.