~~~...I will smile with you...~~~

I'll forget you and move on.
Who am I kidding, really?


There are some people, love.
They just don't leave. Ever.


Broken though, I did leave.
I turned and walked a while.


All ties seemed cut and torn.
Then you called, and I came.


It did happen. Twice, it did.
You will never let me fade.


Knowing that you love me,
I will smile with you, 'Noor.'


Walking towards the sunset,
I'll have your hand, one day.

~~~...Khat mein tumhaara naam...~~~

cheer-phaad kuch sapnon ki kal kari thi

kuch puraane bhoole khat khol liye the...

barasti boondon ki thap-thap ke beech

meethi si, sureeli si, ek aawaaz goonji

sar utha ke dekha to meri tanhai dikhi

use maine shakal di, tamanna-e-'Noor'

us se dillagi karke sukoon paya thoda...

garje baadal, baarish aur tez ho chali...

leti thi mere kareeb tanhai, ik tees uthi...

kabhi tum bhi thi usi jagah, ab hai woh

ho na jaise lamha, balki poori zindagi...

main kab talak usi manzar mein jiyun

ye sochkar, haath tumhaara hai wahin?
thehra sa mere haath mein abhi bhi...

us khat mein tumhaara naam likha tha

maine apne haath likha tha, bheja nahi...

~~~...Milti hai...~~~

gham mein dard nahi milta ab

meethi si ik rukawat milti hai..

teri yaadon mein khokar mere

labon ko muskurahat milti hai..

ek arse se tadap thi rooh mein,

ab halki si sarsarahat milti hai..

dillagi thi, ab dilruba hai 'Viti',

katron mein shararat milti hai..

aahon se naseeb khulte kaash,

tooti si bas nazaakat milti hai..

aas panaah-e-'Noor' ki, lekin

kismat ki baghaawat milti hai..

~~~...Phir haath nahi aata...~~~

kho jo jaata hai ik lamha, phir haath nahi aata
raat saath guzaar sapna, phir haath nahi aata

aati hai yaad uski subah bhi, shaam bhi yaar
sochun chookar dekhun, phir haath nahi aata

ek nazm, do nazm, hazaaron hi nazm qurban
dhundha har lafz 'Noor' jo phir haath nahi aata

na jaam, na aaraam, chain kahan paye 'Viti' ab
ulfat ka ek katra bhi kabhi phir haath nahi aata...

~~~...the muse...~~~

the last cut heals.

i sit and wait for

the miracle.

abandoned sighs

and a rose thorn.

the muse.

numbness of mind

is a cure within

the madness.

~~~...Mann karta hai...~~~

badlon ke beech se jo

ek katra roshni khud ko chhipati nikal aati hai

uske aanchal mein khelne ka mann karta hai

saundhi saundhi si ik

mehak pehli baarish ke baad, jaise ghhul jaati hai

fiza mein, mujhko bhi kho jane ka mann karta hai

khilti kali kholti hai jab

parat-dar-parat khud ko, saare jahaan ko bhati hai

duniya ke samne 'Viti' ko aane ka mann karta hai

chamakti shabnam ho

pankhudiyon par phoolon ki, 'Noor' sa ik laati hai

choom kar uski mithas pi jane ka mann karta hai

Interesting picture series #22

snowww :D

~~~...Yeh meri teri zindagi...~~~

hai majhdhaar mein nayya, yeh meri-teri zindagi

kabhi sulagti hui lapten, yeh meri-teri zindagi

yunhi geet banke kanon mein thirakti rahi hai

ithlaati, balkhaati, kaisi yeh meri-teri zindagi

teri aankhon ke aaine mein dikh jaati hai, yun

khilke gulaab sareekhi, yeh meri-teri zindagi

'viti' ke ashk hon ya ho 'Noor' ki muskurahat,

kuch alag hi hai baat iski, yeh meri-teri zindagi...

Interesting picture series #21

this rose is called "love's promise"....i have no clue why...maybe its based on the red=color of love thing? pretty flower anyway :)

~~~...Dil uska pighalta nahi hai...~~~

तेरे नींद गंवाने से देख उसे यूँ दर्द होता नहीं है

लाख चाहे तू लेकिन चैन वो तो खोता नहीं है

अब तड़पने का सबब बन चुका है जो 'विती'

मुहब्बत जताके अब्र-ऐ-सुकून बरसता नहीं है


गैर है वो हो कर भी तेरा अपना, तेरा वो 'नूर'
मानता है तुझे बहुत, तुझसे मगर जुड़ता नहीं है 


तेरे इश्क में शायद नहीं तपिश ज्यादा मेरी जान
मोम का हो कर भी दिल उसका पिघलता नहीं है


बावरी हो जाए तू, उल्फत में ऐसी दीवानी है
हज़ारों ख्वाइशों से भरा दिल संभलता नहीं है