Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Vacuum

The senses of a poet go long ways than any other human being. A poet will  be able to hear what was never said and will be able to feel what was never shown. But the poet within me has started to feel the vacuum. He wants to get lost in oblivion.


na kisiki talash ho na kisika intezaar ho
meri zindagi bhi kuchh aisi hi abtaar ho

na rishto ka khichav ho na apno se lagaav ho
sunn pade zehen mein na kisike liye pyaar ho

koi bhi baat kehne ki dil mein bechaini na ho
na koi aur mujhe sun ne ke liye bekaraar ho

na meri koi pehchaan ho na meri koi yaad ho
gumnaam mera wajood benaam meri mazaar ho

chahu to bhi ruk na saku main saans lene ke liye
meri soch jitni hi mere kadamo ki raftaar ho

na koi mera qatil ho na koi mera masiha bane
dua karne ke liye bhi na koi parwar digaar ho

jane woh kaunsi baat thi jisne use tabah kiya
mujhe lekar yahi sawaal sabko baar baar ho



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  1. crystal24 April 2012 at 10:42

    i used to think tht some day i wud like to study ur brain and see how u think n why. but now after understanding wht u have posted i want to study ur heart n ur feelings. i want to knw how u manage to feel such complicated things n put them out in such beautiful way. i always knew u had ur own way of looking at things. but now i know u have ur own way of feeling as well. i want to feel the way u feel if that makes sense.

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    1. Whistling Buddies24 April 2012 at 10:43

      to feel wht i feel you have to be utterly crazy

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    2. crystal24 April 2012 at 10:46

      or extremely sensitive n connected with everything n everybody around u. even with people who don't deserve u.

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