Rings of Smoke

Where shall the word be found, where will the word | Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence

daur

kabhi lagta hai, main ek bedam raahi hoon, dheeme,thake kadmon se zindagi ka peechha karta hua, bojhil ehsaas ke tale daba ke armaanon ko, main dekhta hoon zindagi ke nikharte rang, aur kabhi thak ke baith jaata hoon main, is ehsaas ke saath, ki zindagi ab bahut aage nikal gayi hai… udaas nigahon se dekhta [...]

udaasi

waqt ki talaash hoti hai.. hamein,manzilon pe ja ke bhi, raaston ki talash hoti hai.. ujala rehta hai hamare aas-pass, par na jaane kyon, andheron ki talaash hoti hai. simat jaate hain baanhon se chhitak ke zingdi ke ehsaas, nahi rehti ab dil me khushiyon ki guzarish, udaas si khushiyon ke saaye chha jaate hain, [...]

because you are never here

tum aaj nahi aaaogi, aur ye shab-e-hizr me jalti hui shaama maddham nahi hogi, in aankhon me jalte rahenge, naummidi ke diye, aur fir se satayegi humein tumhaari yaad… _________________________________________________________________________________ for i will ever wonder, what if you decided to come back, what if you decided to be mine.. what then? _________________________________________________________________________________ fir se main [...]

kuch na hone ke ladai

zinda rehne ki wajah sirf zindagi to nahi hoti. dekha hai tumne? toote shishon ki tarah bikhre armaano ko? tooti churiyon si rang birangi chamak me muskurate sawalo ko samajhti ho tum? jaanti ho?ye haadse kaise hote hain? kaise koi kisi ko sab kuch de deta hai; aur kaise koi wo sab thukra deta hai? [...]

ujaale

ujaalon ki fitrat ajeeb hoti hai. kabhi andhere ke saaye se ye ujaale jhaankte hain, kabhi ye khud andhere ban jaate hain, kabhi koi ujala apne me samet leta hai andhere ko, to kabhi ujaalon se andhere phoot parte hain, garm paani ke jharno ki tarah,ye ujaale, tan badan par behte hain, dete hain ek [...]

zalawatan

kabhi kabhi, zindagi,jab tum mujhse duur chali jati ho, to syaah kaali udaas raaton me tumhara wajood, mere saamne aa khara hota hota hai, ban kar ek sawal- kahan kho raha hoon main,kahan ja raha raha hoon main? kyon shumaar hain ye andhere mere khayalon mein? udaas dhuyein ki chhat ki oor jaati lakeerein ban [...]

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