Superficiality

Those blossoms were liked
because of the fragrance,
And thorns that I own, abhorred,
as they lacked elegance,
It turned winter from spring
and summer to rain,
Flowers started wilting
but thorns remained the same,
They still hurt the one
and show their power,
Who tries to harm or
pluck their flower...

So indispensable they are,
for the survival of roseland,
Ain’t they seemed like
someone who’s a good friend?
Often they’re cursed
for the way they have appeared,
Seldom they’re extolled
for the purpose they have served.

Outperformance of inner-virtues,
ubiquitously undeniable,
Yet, when it comes to people,
they start seeking viable.
Profoundness holds sway
within very few streets,
Superficiality often prevails
in vicinity of hypocrites.

Shayar gumnaam ho gaye

Jin cheezo ki koi keemat nahi thi ek waqt pe,
Aaj hum unke talabgaar ho gaye,
Mere kuch usool beintehaa kaam aa gaye,
Aur kuch bas gardisho me bekar ho gaye.

Tumahare liye duayein behisaab mangi hai nabi se,
Fir chahe hamare hisse me dagabaziyon ke ilzaam ho gaye,
Vese to meri khwahishon ki fehrist bahut hi lambi hai,
Par khush hoon dekhkar jitne bhi, haasil mujhe maqaam ho gaye


Chhoti si is jindagi me, qaafile badalne aasan nahi hote,
Dil me hi bs sochta tha ye, aaj sab kuch sare aam ho gaye,
Aankho se jo chhalkate the hamare liye kabhi aasoon,
Jo hum ruswa hone lage to hatho m unke chhalkate jaam ho gaye,

Jaha ja rahe hai, unke liye hum kaam ke intezaam ho gaye,
Jinhe nafarat thi mujhse unke liye aaj jashn-e-inteqaam ho gaye,
Thode jazbaato ko likhne chala tha bas,
Aur mehfilon me hum shayar gumnaam ho gaye

Can you lose yourself?

No matter I was in my teen or I was of four,

I have felt this feeling many times before,

It was the time I could barely stand on my feet,

But you always there to say that I’m still sweet,

I ran through the world, in pursuit of happiness,

The best I could find was merely loneliness.

Love has its umpteen colors, dispersed in our lifetime,

But Chroma of this color, gives our life its actual chime,

We’re birds of a feather, often flock together,

Alone we may be good, but together we’re better.

It often finds its way; love is almost like a river,

It will be perennial, if you’re always a giver,

Let’s dive in this ocean, let’s fly in this air,

Can you lose yourself? Do you have enough dare?

Vo kahte hai ki shikva hai zamane se, achha insaan nahi milta,
Mujhe gila ye hai , ki achhe insaano ko kadardaan nahi milta,
Tumhe zamaane ki gurbat se waaqif hona abhi baki hai 'ashish',
Kisi ki zameen yaha adhoori, to kisi ko aasmaan nahi milta...