Rings of Smoke

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

agar do izazat

Kuch soone se lamhe maange ijazat Ki tum gar kaho, hum koi geet gaayein Udasi ke nagme, dabi baat ko Dehekte labon se zara gungunaein Agar do ijazat kabhi yunhi zinda Nigahon nigahon mein hum muskuraein Koi saaz ho na koi sur mile, kabhi ankhon mein yunhi sapne khile udasi ke gul bhi kabhi khilkhilayein [...]

chahat

main,aksar,pareshan ho jata hoon, tumhare baare me sochte huye, nirash sa, kabhi ye pyar bhi bojhil lagne lagta hai, jab main ye sochta hoon, ki kya paya tum.ne mujh.se- gham ke siwa, shayad ek adhoori si tanhayee jisme main nahi ho ke bhi hoon, ya ek adhoori si poorn.ta, jahan main ho ke bhi nahi [...]

bewazah

main khidkiyon ke parde gira deta hoon, udaas raat me thake huye chand ki roshni se door, tanha baitha,uljhe huye khayalon me khoya, bun.te rahta hoon main nit naye jaal, aur fans.te rehta hoon bechain sa un.mein, jab main jhunjhala jaata hoon khud se, main andhere me khud ko chhupa leta hoon. tanhayee bikher deti [...]

raeth

main ab bhi tumhe sochta hoon, sagaar kinare baitha,tanha, sun.ta lahron ka kolahal, mehsoos karta hoon main, apne chehre pe hawa ki salwatein, main kadam badhata hoon lehron ki oor, jahan,raeth aur paani mil jaate hain, ek ajnabi se mel me, aur main khara dekhta hoon, saanjh ke dhundhle ujaalon me, hawaon pe apne haathon [...]

90 days

kuch aisi baat hai jo kahi nahi jati, tum ab bhikhwab ban ke aankhon me aati ho, aur udaasi ban ke dil pe bikhar jaati ho. tumhari hansi yaad aati hai kabhi, chhanakte ghungroo pehne raat shabnam bikher rahi ho jaise, ya kuch bolte bolte tumhara yuun khamosh ho jaana, mano khusboo bikherti hawa, ek-a-ek [...]

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 [...]

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    The lines generally are from some poem which I have, at some point of time or the other, loved. I do not mean, by including them, to be snotty or pretentious- but I would love it if you could identify the lines, and take much joy if you were interested enough to search them and read the original poems. If not- you can ignore them.
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