कुछ उम्दा जज्बात थे
जो तेरी वजह से हासील हुए
कुछ पल दूसरे जहाँ के
तेरे संग इस जहाँ मैं जीये

अब तू नही पास है
मगर मेरे संग तेरा एहसास है
शायद करीबी से दूरी घटती नही
और तुम दूर हो कर भी दील से जाती नही

तुम जाने कहाँ हो क्या सोचती हो
अभी भी क्या खुलकर हंसती हो
मालूम है ये सब बेकार की बातें हैं
और हम बेकार मैं साल बिताये जाते हैं

क्या करूंकाम की बातों मैं मन नही लगता
भुलाएं से भी वो नही भूलता
जिसकी वजह से कुछ ख्वाब काबिल हुएय

कुछ उम्दा जज्बात हासील हुएय

How much possible how much achieved.

Theres a huge gap between what actually is possible and what actually we achieve.
Its not related to physical success ,money but how much one can satisfy the urges within him and how much one can rise.
Theres no definition of rising.Theres no definition of good ness badness .Theres only one thing how much one can grow and how much one actually does.One can seem to be slipping in darkness.But if one comes back with a certain experience, a depth, a silence that is knowing all elses forgiven.
At least i hope so:)
Vegetating in a certain phase that my bane thats what i did not wanted and thats what im forced to endure.
Challenge yourself,play with sanity,
Nice to say hard to follow.......................

The day I lost my song.

The day i lost my song.
The day my heart lost you,
The day when i turned my face away from you,
That day i lost my song.
And i started wondering,
What i had lost and what i had gained,
Emotions had stopped causing pain
Sun just rose and set,
Stars and moon just came along,
Every happiness disappeared from my view,
The day i turned my face away from you,
The day my heart lost you,
That day i lost my song.


And life was moving as usual,
And days were ending as usual,
A dead habit of living was forming
A fire had stopped burning,
Only thing changing is the date,
Have accepted this darkness as fate,
Every second has turned hours long,
The day my heart lost you,
The day i turned away from you,
That day i lost my song.

I am on a high......

I am on a high baby,
I am gonna fly,
Twisted worlds falling apart,
And nothing to hold back,
Just me going faster than the wind,
And these lyrics forcing me to sing,
Not a intoxication not any drug,
Its freedom thats what,
Pushing me high baby,
Pushing me high.

Your safe worlds wondering,
How to bring me back?
I have fallen apart and moved away from the path,
Enjoying the view and trotting along,
Its different do u wanna try baby?
I am on a high baby ,
I am gonna fly............

Silent night.

Silent night.
Fading Light,
Stars shine,
You and me,
Think same thoughts,
Feel Connected.
Then,
Whirlpool of Activity,
This that that this,
And the subtle bond,
Broken,
You have reasons,
I understand,
But dont understand.
Memories linger,
And call for,
Your hand ,
In my hand,
Few silent seconds,
Were worth eternity,
Those moments,
Can not be brought
Forced ,Understood,
Somethings just happen,
And leave lingering after taste,
Neither wrong nor right,
Me alone with silent night..............

Impossible love

Theres one kinda love thats in ur hand .I mean you have ur loved one in front of you or away from you and you know what it is to be with her/him.A love that grows by nearness and adds more dimensions as u grow old.And one is a crazy love.Some people call it infatuation.Its more crazy if distances are more and the possibility of conversion of dreams into reality is nil.This is the impossible love.It gives you nothing only longing and pain.
And to feel it is strange because it doesnt take permission of your mind.
At the end of journey maybe the moments of impossible love will be the one that will resonate because of their craziness.
Thanks for showing this madness.

PHASES

Dont know what this phase harbringes.On one hand theres a settled life that has its usual ups and downs but all controlled to a ceratin degree.Like taking a ride in a car with seat belts attached.Roads the same.The other options a ride in bike without helmets.Roads same.
As usual life will force me to take its decisions, and i will think that i choosed.
The difference heres i have a platform from where i have to take a jump.Earlier there was no question, you had to jump.
Abyss calling again.
The difference between good and best is more than between poor and good.
The difference between 94 .6 % and 99 is more that between 60 and 94.
Learning the hard way.