Dark..

Dark,

For this,

Lifetime..

On the left..

Take,

Also away,

The right I,

I ask..

My words,

Need no,

Pen or screens,

Hereafter..

For when,

I have to convey,

I only, close..

these eyes..

--

And..

Lost sight,

Ages ago..

Lost vision,

A while back..

Losing an eye,

Now hardly matters..

--

 

The Footpath..

As I walked,

Past that gate,

From outside..

I just stopped..

Did not realize,

I am not going,

Inside..

Again..

Then from,

The outside,

Under the bridge,

To gymkhana..

I stopped,

Looking at,

The stairs..

And empty eyes..

Wanted,

To dial,

And cry,

But how can I..

And I wait..

For good..

As this drop,

That fell off,

The eye,

Dries away on..

--

Seated, Waiting..

Waiting,

In departure,

For a long,

Fruitless travel..

Going back,

To where,

Once life was,

Feels lifeless..

What feels,

Even more,

Painful is I,

Cannot tell..

Years ago,

We crossed,

paths in blue,

Otherwise grey..

Eyes, wet,

As I type,

Heart, beating,

With this thought..

--

Deeply..

Some fars,

Are,

So near,

That..

Just a,

Blink,

Closes,

All..

I miss,

every 

word..

I wish,

they,

do too..

Some,

are meant,

To stay,

A lifetime..

Far,

Or near..

But within..

--

Eleven..

Years apart,

Today,

As asked,

Away..

Could not,

Wish,

For that,

Success..

Look at,

This irony,

Again..

Could not,

Wish,

For this,

Either..

Eleven,

Years is just,

A number..

Amputated,

I am, for life..

--

No, So Far..

Sometimes,

Life takes turns..

Leaving us,

Baffled..

We dream,

Praying,

They'll come true,

Agreeably..

And then,

Some things,

Lead to another,

Unimagined..

Dreams,

Are silenced..

Lips,

Are sealed..

We shed tears,

In darkness..

So nobody,

Gets to see…

We speak,

In silence..

So nobody,

Gets to hear..

Slowly life..

loses importance..

What gains,

Is the grimaced dark..

We reach,

Only to find,

Out there,

There's nothing..

That smile,

We noticed..

In the mirror.

Ages ago, gone..

Somebody's songs,

Were jittery..

Somebody's strings,

Were broken..

Shivering lips,

Few tuneless words,

Still fingers,

And a dead guitar..

Today,

That's all..

Life is,

For us…

Asked,

What had I..

Which was,

Too much to give..

Dreamt,

What had you,

Which was,

So unreal… 

Or was it, and,

That hidden,

Strength,

Is in silence? 

I tell this,

To Mishal..

Everyday,

In her ear…

That I pause,

In the middle,

Of my name,

Every time..

And ask,

For a union,

This time,

Until the end..

--

Life..

Talk about,

Justice..

Who serves?

Homeless,

The reward..

For Honesty,

Sometimes..

Who, To tell,

For everyone,

Follows,

The wrong..

This depression,

Will take,

Away..

--

*

*

--

What If..

I'll sing,

Just once..

If you'll,

Hear..

Just once..

Just once..

--

Once..

Some,

Even when..

Away are,

The closest..

No words,

But we hear..

Everything,

And clear..

But,

Do they..

See moist,

Eyes too?

Some,

Just are..

Who shrink,

Pain.. 

If only,

they knew..

and talked..

for once..

--

Daughters..

She,

Is you,

Only,

Smaller..

--

Theatre..

Waiting,

Hoping,

To Be,

Said It's,

She..

It's the,

Seventh,

One month,

Apart..

Will raise,

Like you..

Call you..

Until

The day,

Ends..

--

Ringtone..

Few?

My pages..

Few,

Of yours..

We filled,

everyday..

Blank,

Has been..

Since..

This book,

Takes,

Two Authors..

Us..

Fights, yes..

But a day,

Not without,

knowing..

Distance,

But known..

Unlike..

Wish,

I just..

Could tell..

And ask..

To fill..

Worried,

Like always..

With reduced,

Just the sight..

But,

Who'll convey..

Waiting,

For that,

Same…

--

Today..

Why,

Am I,

Worried..

I know not..

In silence,

I pray,

For them…

--

What If..

Two,

Minutes,

Alive…

For,

Another,

Life…

Listen,

This,

Once…

--

Far, Yet Are We?

Pain,

Reduces not,

When shared..

Tears,

Dry not,

If tried..

Emotions,

Are real and..

So, are people..

Dreams..

Who,

Will tell,

If we're fine..

If not us..

If not,

In 'we',

then too 'we' ..

are still we..

Us..

--

Just Once..

Break,

This Wall..

Bring Back,

This Life…

--

My Pilgrimage..

I've met

God..

I said..

Where,

They asked,

As I said..

Behind,

Eyelids, Today..

Every Year,

I said..

Was joking,

They thought..

While my eyes,

I closed..

I've met,

My God..

I said..

And Wished..

Hajj,

Shayad..

Yehi Hai..

--

Made Another, In Silence..

How I Wish,

To Wish,

For Once.. 

Which,

God Would

Tell, I Should.. 

Please..

Answer..

One Prayer..

One Wish..

--

That Name..

Called,

A name..

In sleep..

Today…

Later..

Was told..

I know,

Not what..

And why..

But for..

Good..

I pray..

--

See..

How far,

Are you..

For Me..

I see,

Dreams..

Dressed,

In Red.. 

Do you?

--

Presence..

To see,

Someone,

Not there..

Disease?

It is not..

Shortens,

The Distance,

That Divine..

If you ask..

With,

Open Eyes,

You see… 

You feel..

Far,

What is..

--

Realizations..

Today,

I'll say..

I believe..

That you,

know everything..

about everything..

You are..

complete..

In every way..

Yes you..

While I,

am empty..

--

What Is Left, Of Me..

In prayers,

In asking,

In Showing these,

Hands empty..

I have,

Nothing,

To Ask,

To Explain..

With Hopes,

That Fine,

They are..

This mat,

I fold..

--

Miss..

Salt,

At the edge,

Of eye.. 

When I,

Miss,

Words..

And in,

Silence,

the rest..

Do you,

For once,

Remember?

Do you?

--

No Place..

World,

Follows the,

Wrong doers.. 

If not,

Then why,

Even after,

Obedience..

Am I,

homeless?

Am I,

helpless..

--

Myself..

Body,

no soul..

Book,

no pages..

How else,

to describe..

--

Forever..

Only this

day..

Of the hundreds,

that came about..

Only this

wish..

Of the thousands,

that lost route.. 

To save

one..

Of the many,

that were lost..

Who knows

what,

Of the things,

that transpired… 

Smile,

There,

I pray..

With a teary,

eye.. 

Today,

And.. 

--

You’ll Tell..

In Prayers,

When I Stand..

What Do I Ask?

A Question,

The Answer,

Of Which,

Only, You Know..

And..

--

And Wait..

One Word,

With them..

And Pain,

Was past..

When words,

Are Medicine..

This disease,

Everlasting… 

Make it

better,

I pray.. 

--

Of life..

Kept forgetting,

sometimes things..

sometimes places,

sometimes moments..

Kept forgetting,

words.. 

--

Inside But Far..

The truth,

To explain..

Is That,

My peace..

Lives on,

somewhere..

--

Who’ll Listen now..

Problems?

Unsolved,

And deprived..

Life was,

Now isn't.. 

Sharing, But..

--

Belong..

If happiness,

lives somewhere..

It's in these words..

One day,

these words,

will cross paths..

One day,

i'll explain,

how much,

have I missed..

This life..

Those,

My own..

--

Adrift..

One word,

I wait,

For..

Everyday…

For I,

Forgot,

What it's like..

To Speak..

In silence,

our lives..

--

No Word..

Words,

There Are,

So Many..

Inside…

That these lungs,

They give up..

For there's no.. 

Room left to breathe..

I shout,

out aloud..

But,

Do you hear it?

--

What We Miss..

One,

Year,

One,

Month..

One

Yesterday,

No

Today..

Who,

For once,

knows,

Tomorrow?

Where,

Does..

This,

Maze end..

--

Everyday..

The piece,

of my peace..

that comforted..

Someone,

took away,

always..

In some or,

the other way..

Some words,

help survive..

Who'll tell them..

--

Alone..

I remember,

words..

And moments..

I speak,

high..

Everywhere..

Am I proud?

Yes, of you,

--

A Presence..

Ever missed,

A breath?

Likewise..

Today,

Just once,

break a barrier?

With,

Shivering lips..

Wish I,

Could word..

This silence..

When I,

Feel..

--

Tense..

Lost so much,

In silence..

But sight?

Who would,

have imagined..

--

All About..

Saying,

A heartfelt..

To Hear,

A heartfelt..

Isn't this,

what..

Life was..

--

This day..

No,

And I still wait..

Today..

For once,

This day..

Was special..

And I am,

Forever,

Indebted.. 

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