My Ramblings

“Hey, must you never smile every time I clicked you”, he smiled but he couldn't have done without the insinuation. He didn't want to hurt my feelings. To the best he tried. But he needed the boost to keep on going. Something must get reflected back to him. That's fair also. The love unrequited nobody deserves that. But the way the transactional world explains various things the cost-benefit could only take us so far. And thus, love is simply wasted on me. The usual course of action on my part was a sassy retort. My eyebrows were already raised and head tilted a little towards the right. Like a stream of electricity would petrify the life out of you, the deja vu hit me. I was suddenly transferred to a time in the past. Similar setting. But instead of the rocky, white colonnade it was the rocky slopes and forests. The tuberose were in full bloom. The flat surface of the lake had finally convinced the lilypad to let the buds show out. He would look upon every flower and ...

वो जो आयीं बारी बारी से बूँदें साथ लायी वो कल की यादें जैसे बादलों ने ग़रज़ कर दिल को था सहमा दिया इस रात की फ़िज़ा ने उस रात के अरमान को जैसे जगा दिया हम जो हुए मशरूफ़ इन यादों में हमें पहचाना तो होगा आपने हिचकियों में बस तिलस्म दिल्लगी की ख़ातिर हम ठहरे रहे और अरमानों की दास्तां हम सुनते रहे जो पी ली अब हमने जाम-ए-दिल्लगी जब कभी होगी मुलाक़ात तुमसे मेरे हुज़ूर रखकर तुम्हारे होंठों पे उँगली कर देंगें हम इज़हार-ए-सुरुर।