Yeh hont apka naam lene se sharmate hain
Toh bas hoton ke choone se iska haal kya hoga.... zara samajiye
Aapke tasveer ko hum badi shauk se hain dekte
Par Aapke mojoodgi ki soch se palken jhook jati hain sharm se
Hain badi betaabi aapke rooh mein samane ki
par aapke ungaliyon ke sarhane ke soch se hoti ... badan mein hulchul hain
Ki Bas voh ahsaas na quabeel e bayan hain
Hum toh khud ko kho chuke
Ab aap is khoyepan ko kiss tarah se wapas laye Yeh aapki kabhiliyat pe hain
This lips quiver while taking your name
Don't know what it might be when it touches yours and burn in flame
I ponder on your frame often
In urge to meet eyes widen
But it closes half shy when I think you standing in front arms open
The soul eagerly wait to be entangled in dream
But just the feeling of your fingers rolling itself makes my body go weak
It's an undescribed sensation dwindling in the cores of each minute cells
I lost myself and in bliss it fell
Now it is in your hands to get back my state of being
You live upto me or leave me dying
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Av tum wapis mat aana main tumhe bhool chuka hoon
Ki tumhe chode mujhe 1 saal 4 mahine 16 din ho chuke hain,
Iss samay main aur ladki ki baahoon main madhosh ho chuke hain
Ye galat ni ki tumhari yaad nahi aati haa lekin subah shaam ni aati
Av mere pass kalam hai kaagaz hai tumhari yaad main shayri hai
Av tum wapis mat aana .
When I bare my soul, please don't leave the door open when you leave. Understand that people are not seasons that replace each other or empty pages on which I'm used to spilling my heart out, it's not the usual for me. Understand that it took numerous nights thinking over all the reasons I should let you in because it is not easy, I've taught my heart to lock down all the doors and windows if it sees a stranger marching. It's not a cage, it is an instinct.
I'll tell you what I'm used to. I'm used to the fact that everything in life is ephemeral, transitory - that people leave. Or sometimes, you do, too. And you don't have to feel guilty about it - it's natural. You don't get notice periods or prior warnings about when it is going to end. This is how the way things work out. They shouldn't, but they do. So, I won't ask you to stay. You chose this for yourself and I'm bound to respect it. For you. For me.
But please, don't leave the door open when you leave, for it's not a game. You don't get second chances, you don't get to come back again.
I've been robbed way too many times of my sanity and I guess, I'll slowly build my walls again. - a.a.//