I can stay another day, But what’s the point. I’ll have to fight yet again, Just to keep myself alive. I am just so tired, From this battle to survive, Make it easy for me God, Either let me, or, take my life. Being a hostage on bed, For countless endless days, Don’t I deserve a little rest, A little resting in peace? All around, I see a sea of faces, All sympathizing at my state. It makes me want to die even more, Never wanted anyone pitying my fate. ...

Dear friend, last night I got your text, Where you wrote how, “I’m one of ya best”. Well let me tell you first I appreciate that, You took sometime out to say what you said. What I didn’t like is that you took a year, To state something that should have been so obvious. You could have told me this when we last met, Or piggybacked it with your occasional “gn” messages. Or left it unsaid, and I would have understood, Because after all that’s what real friends do. ...

Sometimes I don’t want to talk, Or you don’t want to hear me out, But I can’t abandon you just like that, So, I write what I would have said, In the hope that you will read, And understand, that behind this egoist, Is a fragile person who is afraid, That he may not get a chance to say, what was left unconveyed. ~RavS ## You can’t leave some people, no matter what they do to you. They are just your weakness, and they know it too :) ## ...

तू पास रहे न रहे, तेरे पास होने का एहसास काफ़ी है, जाना है तो दिल-ओ-दिमाग से जा, बस नज़रों से दूर जाना नाकाफ़ी है। जब तक जागूं, तब तक सब्र, जब सोऊं तो तेरी फ़िक्र सताती है, मेरा क्या कसूर फिर जो, तेरे ज़िक्र भर से रूह काँप जाती है। जाऊं चाहे किसी भी कोने में, साथ मेरे होती तेरी परछाई है। बिन बताये सर पर कूद जाना, ऐ घर दी छिपकली, ये तो बहुत ही ना-इंसाफी है! ...

It’s a story not a ‘long ago’, There was a boy, let’s name him Arlo. He didn’t have a lot of friends, But he never cried. He knew he had Bijli* 24 Seven, To keep him occupied. But apparently Bijli had other plans in store, Soon came those terrible summer nights, When Bijli would start to elope, Without Arlo getting even notified. Poor Arlo. He thought Bijli was all his, After all he had spent a lot to get her. But, what he didn’t know was this, Bijli had a huge crush on his neighbor. ...

Agreed it hurts a lot, to have loved and lost, But only when you lose do you discover, How much love were you capable of. Yes it would have been much easier, To not have loved in the first place, But then you wouldn’t have a story to tell, I am afraid, you wouldn’t have lived at all. Only those can truly love, Who have the courage to live without. They can take away your object of affection, The moments left behind, still count. ...

चार पल की ज़िन्दगी मिली थी उधार की, एक पल गलती करने, दूजी दोहराने में गुज़ार दी , दो आखरी लम्हें जो बचे भी मुश्किल से , उन्हें हमने अफ़सोस करने में बेकार की। ~रबी [ We only got four moments to be alive, We spent one to make mistakes, the other one to repeat, And when only 2 more moments were left in our life, We wasted them to regret the mistakes we made. ] ...

In chaos, I looked inside. Found myself filled, … with emptiness. ~RavS

कुछ खामोश चीखें हैं मेरे पास, पर किसी को वो सुनाई नहीं देतीं , रोज चिल्लाता हूँ मैं तकिये में सर डाल कर , अँधेरे में चिल्लाहटें दिखाई नहीं देतीं। क्यों लगता है दलदल में फंसा हुआ, अब आजादी से रुसवाई सी लगती, क्यों आता है गुस्सा इतना, जब उलझाने कमाई सी लगती। दिन के रात, रात के दिन निकल जाते हैं, बंद मुट्ठियों में रेत सुखाई नहीं रूकती, कोई नहीं गौर करता जिंदा लाशों पर, जब तक मुखोटों की परत मुरझाई नहीं उतरती। ...

क्यों हैं मायूसी छाई , क्यों लाल हैं तेरी आँखें, क्यों है उदास तू, बस इतना बता दे मुझे। तेरी उदासी देख तड़पूँ ये भी कहाँ है सही, लेकिन कुछ पूछूं भी तो कैसे तुझसे कोई रिश्ता भी तो है नहीं। छुपा मत दर्द अपने आँचल से, एक एहसान तू कर मुझपे, तू खुशियाँ नहीं बाँट सकता मुझसे, अपने सारे गम ही मेरे कर दे। अजब है तू भी खुदा, की जिसे देख कर मैं मुस्कुराता था तूने उसे ही आज रुला दिया? जिसको देखने के लिए तरसतीं थीं आँखें मेरी, उसी की आँखों को आज भीगा दिया? ...