Alex's . . .

Just another simple poem off the top of my head... टूटे हुए दिल से ही संगीत निकलता  है. . . जवाब मांग रही  है मेरी परछाई ये किस तरह की ज़िन्दगी जी रहा हूँ . . . आँखें ढूंढ़ रहे हैं  मेरा टिकाना ... जोकि ये दुनिया मुझसे छुपाती है.... दर्द बन  गयी   मेरी वफादार दोस्त क्या ये कमबख्त  वक़्त ने इसको भी हटाएगा? मन करता है चिल्लाऊँ (आसमान की ओर).. और क्या लूटोगे मुझसे ?अब बस में और मेरी  यादें  . शोर कर रहा है ये दिल मेरा .. उसकी(प्यार) बाहों में जाऊं ...भूल जाऊं ...

(Writtern for College Magazine August edition) At 65, she is more stunning than her Youth, So majestic, who is very proud of her family's history, So elegant, for she has her own unique varied mix, So gorgeous now,that she never ceases to get attention. Her curious eyes voraciously pried like a dying fish to water, Is any one listning she said before I said am all ears, Relief evident for she had found a soul(me) to chat with  In the revelry crowd for it's festival time today in her home.  Her grief laden heart begins to enunciate without auspicating, I love you all equally though I dont know who is more abominable, A few among you destroying yourselves for your own principles, Or the nature's other face (disaster) destroying all of you. Her eyes got damp now as grieves continue to rain on me,  Seeing the War memorials(in my house) my conscience still torments me, I hope they all knew that I never...