बस तुमसे इतना ही कहना चाहता हूं कि हाँ, तुमसे मुहब्बत है। कभी कम कभी ज्यादा रहा है एहसास इसका पर ये तोह तय है कि तुमसे मुहब्बत है। कई बार कोशिशें किं की तुम्हें बात सकूँ कि कितनी तुमसे मुहब्बत है। कई दफ़े नाराज़गी के दौर हुए, पर कभी नाराज़ ज्यादा रह न सका, तुम्हें खोने का ज़िक्र भी नकार दिया, क्यूंकि तुमसे मुहब्बत है। कई बातें तुमसे कहने की हुईं, पर कभी कह न सके, आज भी कोशिश की थी पर रह ही गए, सोचता हूँ कि ऐसा क्यूँ है, शायद इसलिए कि तुमसे मुहब्बत है। ज़माने भर से छुपते छुपाते रहे, बेमतलब ही हम शर्माते रहे, आज भी कोई ज्यादा न हुआ है, बस खुमारी में कुछ उन्स हुआ है, अब किससे कितना छुपाते फिरें लो आज कह देते हैं, की तुमसे मुहब्बत है। बड़ी बड़ी बातें कहने को जी चाहता है, कुछ कर गुज़र जाने को जी चाहता है, ये सब तुमसे बताने को जी चाहता है, इसीलिए की तुमसे मुहब्बत है। हज़ार शिकवे तुम्हारे, हज़ारों गलतियां मेरी, तमाम जुर्ररतें तुम्हारी, कई अल्फ़ाज़ भी मेरे, दिल ए नादां को मनाते, उसे बस इतना बताते, क्यों पाली इतनी फ़ज़ीहत है, क्योंन कहते कि मुहब्बत है। आज बस इतना है कहना, तुम्हारी हर खुशी हर...
Hi! guys, Here is something I wanna tell all my chums though we have had involvement in lot of funny incidences, funny moments and did a lot of Kaand(s), Out of them I am sharing my precious memoirs which repeatedly come to my mind. Here is my say guys. Happy reading... Rahul- It was december of 2005. We were so worried about Board exams. Actually I was worried too much and why not? Pass hone ke lale pade the yaar . We had a long discussion and he assured me that we'll pass the exam and we did and that too meritoriously, at least he did. I feel that it was a remarkable moment that made me study from thereon. Amit - You are a bitch! We have had a lot of lovely moments together but that emotional talk we had on Jatar-Ghat. Whenever I recall of it I feel, Were we drugged or something? Was that us? Haha!! ( I know you remember that don't you). and remember, You are a bitch love. Shiv...
Into the classroom Smiles all around, 3rd row, 2nd position. She was sitting beside a blonde figure, no matter whom she accompanies, she is the Goddess`s daughter. I was sitting 1st row corner, just parallel to her. Very rarely I could catch her glimpse. I wonder I could be her... PENCIL. Her pencil that she might be using it as a small stick to tap on her fist full of drizzled sweating, if I would be her pencil she might have used me as her part time comb to adjust her flock of hair hanging loosely from the corner of her ears, if I would be her pencil, she would use me to press the petals of her lips while she`ll be filled with nostalgia. At times she`ll lick the pencil (me)when she`ll get deeper in her thoughts without having slightest notice of my existance in her beautiful hands. I could taste her lips, the beautiful rose-petals like, pinkish and soft, as if some new kind of flavor is there. Thanks to God to show such shef like talent by creating a new taste her lips, her ...
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