Melody

Dil mein the jo sawaal woh bikhar gaye badal bankar
seene mein tha jo ros wo bisar gaya koi sapna hokar
Ab rehti hai toh bas ek tmanna tumse milne ki kisi roz
jo hai chupa gulistan woh mehek jaayega.....
pyaar ka woh jharna fir umad aayega......

iss aas se hi guzaarish karte hain
ki paas se na ab guzar jaana
woh jo kehte the kal aayega
wo aaya aur na kahin ab guzar jaayega
jo tumhe apna hi maana
toh kya hai khoya kabhi aur kya hai paana

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Fissure in the timelessness of this peace...........sends a ringing in my head..........working down the spine...............can't really stop the wonder......from dragging down my attention.........into sadness that's burning out like a candle...........finally smoking away my worries...........into a reason to live and live on..............yes ....away into the night........peacelessness can never threaten my composure............as it fades away with the last casual swipes of its worn out destructive power...........heated battle is no longer the order of the day as the will to survive precedes and overrides all contrary impulses....freedom to gain.....a ransom to bring down the sweet rain.......dreams draw close........to the ending of this streak of struggling and fighting.......a reminder of the remaining tension.......acuteness of treason and treachery of emotive energies.....that mislead like shimmering mirages a weary soul....come to closure of its heyday.....a reason to forgive all and forget all and forge anew the bonds of light and life.....Doing the best we take charge of our own......once more  

O Bro!

Seemingly incomprehensible discoveries .....get sorted like the cloud parted by a summer sun......i postpone all advancement for now.....as we move into another teal blue day......thoughts merge to form visions and visions converge to form the future insight.....as we measure the level of mesmerizing reality manifesting with each passing second....we try to remain in full picture of the visions of tomorrow.......everyone's tomorrow must take shape in their own being.....borrowed visions don't allow the freedom to change the subject or remain in peace at some point.......centering is a key that opens all locks in the universe.....one may never have to ask again any second being about anything in particular.......the freedom to channel and control one's destiny lies within reach of a centered being......faults of no magnitude can measure up to the size of this rule.....the toughest impasses can be clicked open with such finesse as never before

Sadness may be a rare future now...as we learn to shift focus alchemicaly.....the truth is my love is too strong for my own good.....as I descend safely into a comfort zone my aches become more obvious to me i learn to live and let go......so thank you for sharing your love with me......as we moved on and on through life and love.....the world of my brothers

Gratify

Love in all its forms ......abounds in the hearts of those.....who are of the make of such as yours.......there could be few words to say sooner than the beats of your heart.....in the same vein that expresses love at the same time as truth..............there are times when one is forced to choose neutrality..... not willingly but as the last straw.......yes there are harder times .....harder than oppression that are of the make of visceral emotions.....to clear them artistically is a hardly beautiful effort.......but the trials remain .......as easy as they come .......they don't go so easy...........they just take your life away.......

Joyploy

Killjoy may return......but i'm up for the challenge.....naysayers abound.......forgetting their own quarter..........furious clashes of wit and nerve......skirmishes in these desert hinterlands.......of man and nature....imagine a story where all characters are dead first before they turn alive.......yes this is the afterlife the much awaited and heralded pause of nature...........the meltdown of rules, the standing to attention of ghost soldiers who kissed martyrdom during the end of the final siege of the last world......awaiting their judgement.......they answer to cue .......the first question........will they deserve redemption? the second.......DO they remember their deeds?.........its all a recall of memory that must work.........they solve this riddled interrogation with intensity of will and the will to remain.......this inverted darkness....this we shall call light.........after all the sum of all endeavors is never equal to the whole of their reward........they know what they spell aloud to their souls......they carry on into the abyss of fiery darkness........and ignite it with their souls to a blaze of infernal glory........man versus his soul........the match forged in the heavens.......even unto desperation this will be undone only and only by the flames of eternal Love...........frigid soul hugs the man ........who is brave unto perdition.....his only light ............his only hope .........he must reserve for eternity...........
A change .......of course.......but the test shall tell of their make ..........does this clear the class or do they stand ground.........a wild measure but very effective...........dreams they can't fulfill if they lack the will to answer destiny..........the children of war........the warriors of yore

DimmSumm

Simply teasing......this is a style of communication........words don't get in the way where two hearts meet.......or touch, even better........This is a fountainhead of emotions.......you may easily tap into its rejuvenating jiving energy.........simply by tuning into your own heart first and later into the other's......first go on to check your focus......turn it on ..slowly.....then slowly fire up the vibrations of loving kindness and compassion.....until you are swimming in the light of your own heart.......just let go........and bring it on ........it will come to effortlessly.....complacency will shake off like dust and you will see what I'm talking of.....a flowing flowering of your innate caliber........bring it on......
Sooner than you realize you are going to rundown that gateway to heaven that you may have dreamed of always.....Somehow you are going to learn all the lessons that come along......no matter what.......Seems like a tall list of orders ......but its easier than blinking your eyes.......no need to exist fractionally when the possibilities of a wholesome life await
Dimm Summ is not a mantra ......its just the opposite.....a distraction......like a derailleur that shunts trains of thought......so that you don't focus on a trivium and miss the whole show........so how's that piece of mental engineering.......rings a bell, doesn't it? Our focus is not doing us any good if such seems to be the case.....infact its distracting us from the truer aspects of herenow ......so we need a counter distraction.......an inverted mantra......Dimm Summ sounds perfectly cool.......its from a chinese movie dubbing for "stupid fool".......:p

Wahi Bachpan

चिलमन से निकलते धुएँ को देखते हुए। ………इन हसीं वादियों से आगे जा निकलती है मेरी सोच…। …… पहारों की सफ़ेद चोटियो पर सुनहरी धूप। …।मुझे याद आती है तुम्हारी। ……कि तुम होते तो हम हम होते। ....... याद अत्ति मीठी। ......... तुम्हारे आँचल की। ……।जैसे इस पल को मै जिया हूँ बीसिओं जनम तुम्हारे ही साथ। ……अलग अलग समय। …।अलग अलग जगह। …।पर वही रीझती मिठास इन पलों की। ……।जैसे तुम हो यहीं कहीं किसी फुलवाडी के पीछे छुपते हुए.......चुपके से आते हो मेरे पीछे से और ले लेतें हो मुझे अपनी उन परसुकूं बाहो में। ……। जितना मैं इन्हे जी जाता हूँ। ……।माफ़ करना उतना ही सिसक सिसक कर मरता हूँ किसी और जनम तुम्हे याद कर। ……। क्यों ? जो मैं भूल जाता हूँ  अपने आप को तुम्हारे प्यार में। ……… और जो तन्हाई मेरी जान ले जाती है तुम्हारी गैर हाज़िरी में। .......... जो तुम मुझे भूल जाते हो…। यह सोचते हुए की तुम्हारा प्यार मुझे पा न सकेगा । …शायद तुम्हे पता नहीं कि जितना भरोसा है मुझे तुम्हारे प्यार पे…।उत्ना  तुम्हे भी नहीं तुम्हारे अपने प्यार पे। ………चह्ता  हूँ मै उसे छुपाते हो तुम जिसे। ……।वही  इम्तिहान इ इश्क़ जिसे पार करने के मारे ने कितनी  ही उम्रें गुज़ार छोड़ीं।  ……। की जब हम निकले तो इंतज़ार की इन्तिहां  हो चुकी थी। ....... भले ही थे मजबूर पर। … महोब्बत की  इत्तलाह कर चले थे। ……। उन वादियों की ओर.... तुम्हारी ही ओर.………