saya

ek hath, jo tham le,
ek wo najar, jo chup se dekh le,
ek wo sath, jo dil ko kashish de,
ek wo dil, jo bhar le ahoon mein,
yeh dil panha le,
bas aise hi ek nam ki.

sath

aisa kyu lagta hai,
ki tu jindagi se hai khafa,
kyu lagta hai aisa,
jaise tujhe mein hai kuch chal raha,
khud ko tham kar,
hi sakta hai, tu khud ko bana,
soch ke dayre se nikal,
dekh suraj bhi tujhe tak raha...

Khud se khafa

hai uska koi nahi,
yeh usko tha pata,
har pal wo sada,
sath mein raha khada....

muskurahate ya gum,
raha sab se juda,
aankho ka salab,
dil mein uske tha bhara

JLT

Laziness leads to the way of doing things intelligently.

Stoic because don't think anything. Everything starts from thinking.

Not so strange

We are strange,
Veiled and disguised in our own rage.
We act friends to strangers,
Its spring & we are not exchangers.
Ready to walk an extra mile,
& pleasantly amused by perpendicular style.

As the time passes by,
We become die hard exchangers,
"I" creeps in again,
Tit for tat replaces humor to carry on with I-am-better chain.
Fresh wounds and stale relations,
Again loner searches for fresh pastures,
Vicious circle has its own amplifications.

As we progress forward,
Our cold heart stands still.

Years after,
We take solace that we are not attached,
& fail to see that who is attached to us.

People would have been happy,
Weekends would have been merry,
If we would have just grinned,
& just let it go.........