hum khaakzady !

Gumaan ki had se bhi aagy nikaly
ponchy ik khamosh nagri main
sanata ta, shamen roshan na huie to jaana
wo kisi orh rukh py chal diye
jin k liy aye thy hum haden torh kar
ruk gy mere kadam bhi
na murh saky na bhar saky
jami rahien nazren bhi
ansu bhahy ankhen khak huien
wo aye bhi to kaafan hath mai liy
dafan karny ki garaz thi
hum laho b bhahaty larty bhi sahi
par wo ik muskan un k chehre ki
jaan leti ti zakham deti ti
hum ny zakham bhi khaya
jaan bhi di kafan b phena
sou bhi gaye us andheer nagri mai
par aj b ye toota dil liy
apny hi mizaar m ..
ye looh lagay bethy hain
ky ik din woh loat k ayen gy
suna ta..
zameen waly khaak zadon ko
phool charahny aaty hain...

-Qaynat shah

wo aik kahmosh c paheli !

..ghambeer khamoshi.aur wo khudi se sawal kr k khudi jawab dhoond ri..kbi khud ko mutma'in krne k lye koi jawaz deti..kbi khud ko hi wakt k panchi pr uraan bharnay deti..kbi khud num ankhain chupanay ki tug-o-do mein wo,apne chehre pr gham abaarat krleti..kbi chehre ki wairaani ko ankhon mein samo leti..wo uski ankhon ki nami aur chehre ki thakan dikhae sb ko deti.. saway uske jo uski waja buna.. mgr usi ko wo kia roti..usay yaaron ne b na smjha..wo aik paheli c.. wo aik raaz c.. wo ikhlaaq k khol mein chupa hua asraar koi..wo wafa ki aik tasveer..roz us sarak k kinaray kisi k laut anay ka intezar krti..wo wisal ki ghariyon ko ginti..wo firaaq k lamhon ko roti..wo apne ap ko ghalat smjay janay pr ashk bahati.. mgr us nadaan ko ye na pata chala k ye dunia aur iske dhanday hi kch aise.. na janay kon thi wo.. kahan chali gae wo..

The Mistake

He toppled into a discrepancy, the discrepancy of  unfathomable fondness. It felt alive and unlike anything he had ever touched. He could levitate higher, higher than those balls of burning blue and red flames in that space above him. He could be burned but would still feel invincible, ashed and still be immortal. He would swallow his pride, he would chew up his attitude just to be with her.........

As she left , that was the only moment he knew to be true for what was a virtual facet. The moment he crossed that threshold was the moment he became a man. His mind boomed with all those thoughts yet blaming himself for being so naive. He mistook the meaning of  Love only to end up in a night so dark as if the stars were no more , as if the moon had gone astray........

So, he just endured it facing that band dressed up in Red, Green, and Gold. He stood there with his eyes exploring the abyss dead straight in front of him. He celebrated with the color of black for the juncture he had been dragged into, and blue for the portrait of his sad self.
How he had not assessed what he was going to be in with....................

The veil.

Behind that veil of contentment, she hid away from the world a dimension. Nobody knew her true countenance, all they could see was another customary domino. Her corporeal actuality was but far hidden behind a paper self, a paper everybody could write on but no one could feel.......

As she waited for the one who could extricate from her the real she, she saw what the mob was all about. How in this paper world hid the people so paper like building their paper towns.........
As she smiled, she only just hid behind that veil of contentment.........

-----> This is inspired by "Paper Towns" a novel by "John green"

One of life's philosophy!

She was standing there all alone amongst the crowd. All carrying red balloons,hers was blue. She was wearing blue frock with her hair left loose so her curls could hide the scars on her cheeks near the ears.She noticed the colorful frocks of all the girls around her.Only hers was all plain blue with no extravaganza.She clearly stood out from the crowd. she had no friends anymore.they were no longer with her as soon as they saw the scars near her ears.they didn't ask how, they didn't ask why.They just called her ugly and left her all alone.they never cared to see whether she had a golden heart or a black one like they possessed. Her eyes were vacant and sort of carried a dead expression in them.they were dark and lonely and sad..Her soul was more damaged than her.cheeks, but her heart was created of gold, like the color of sun that shines the moon by sitting backstage while the spotlight of being the most beautiful and mystic creation is stolen by the moon.. the sun shines so bright that it blinds the eyes of the onlooker.have you ever realized that we humans forget that the moon doesn't have the light of itself and instead of blaming the scorching sun, we should remember that the nature shows us the way of lightening others esp those who don't have the light of their own if we have the outburst of light in us.sun is a perfect example of this law.Her heart was like the sun but this is how the world and its mortal human beings work , don't they? Ignoring the real reason behind the shine of one dark material.

feelings kept hidden but were true !!

it does not matter if i pretend to b true,
in watevr i said with r without ny clue,
the only thing which matters r ma words,
the random thoughts i have for you,

the life of mine is not a puzzle,
its simply compact yet so strew,
feelin the diffrence is the only task,
which i expect to b done by you,

wanderin in dreams and catchin fantasies,
i nvr thought id let the tym flew,
now at ths instance ive made a choice,
that i'll prefer to live besides you,

so let it b done cuz m feelin alone,
let me b hidden inside you,
this life b the only witness,
cuz aftr ds i may not b with you,

copyright by maDDy

Those gone moments

those gone moments