It's time to let her dance alone ...

She couldn't smile with an ease,
That day when I was around,
I saw those eyes deceiving her,
A sense of discomfort was there to be found,
I knew it, there and then
It's time to let her go away,
I'll come back to meet her,
Maybe, some other day ...

I saw her fingers tremble,
her lips quiver,
She wanted to say something,
I could read that in her shiver,
I could feel the impulse,
Why didn't she push me way?
I wonder what stopped her,
From letting out what she wanted to say ...

But this time,
I'll set the things right,
She could go back to the life she knew,
While I'll just disappear out of her sight,
There is a world out there,
That needs her more,
It needs me too,
To find out what's in the store ...

So I guess,
It's time to let her flow like a river,
While I again explore the unknown,
and it's time to make myself realize,
that maybe, she just wants to dance alone ...

Main khafa hun, par kis se/मैं खफा हूँ, पर किस से

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मैं खफा हूँ, पर किस से 

मुझसे,  या तुमसे? 

उस रात से, जो चली गयी। 

या उस दिन से, जो कभी आया नहीं। 

मैं खफा हूँ, पर किस से

मुझसे, या तुमसे?

उस नदी से, जो बहती चली गयी। 

या उस सागर से, जो उसे समझ पाया नहीं। 

मैं खफा हूँ, पर किस से 

मुझसे, या तुमसे? 

उन तारों से, जो टिमटिमाते रहे। 

या उस चाँद से, जो भूल से एक रात घर आया नहीं। 

मैं खफा हूँ, पर किस से 

मुझसे, या तुमसे? 

उस से, जिसने प्यार बहुत लुटाया कभी। 

या उस से, जो अनजानों सा उसे पहचान पाया नहीं। 

मैं खफा हूँ, पर किस से 

मुझसे, या तुमसे? 

Main khafa hun, par kis se 

mujhse, ya tumse?

uss raat se, jo chali gayi

ya uss din se, jo kabhi aaya nahin 

main khafa hun, par kis se 

mujhse, ya tumse?

uss nadi se, jo behti chali gayi

ya uss sagar se, jo usse samajh paaya nahin

main khafa hun, par kis se 

mujhse, ya tumse?

unn taaron se, jo timtimate rahe

ya uss chaand se, jo bhool se ek raat ghar aaya nahin 

main khafa hun, par kis se

mujhse, ya tumse?

uss se, jisne pyaar bahut lutaya kabhi

ya uss se, jo anjaanon sa usse pehchaan paaya nahin 

main khafa hun, par kis se

mujhse, ya tumse?

Zara hans do ...

बादल तुमसे मिलने आये हैं, 

बारिश भी संग अपने लाये हैं, 

चलो आज कुछ अपनी बतलाओ, 

सुना है खूब कहानियाँ गड़ते हो, 

कुछ हमें भी सुनाओ, 

आओ अपनी नयी राह बनायेंगे, 

बड़े दिन हुए कहीं बाहर गए, 

चलो नए सपने खरीद कर लायेंगे, 

चाय की प्याली संग, 

आज फिर किस्सों में डुबकी लगायेंगे, 

तो क्यों चुपचाप कोने में, 

यूँ गम दबाये बैठे हो, 

चलो आज शाम ज़रा हँस दो ... 

सपने जो पुराने टूट गए, 

बह जाने दो जो पीछे छूट गए, 

क्या करोगे इतना रोकर, 

खुदसे इतना खफा होकर, 

क्यों मुस्कुराने से कतराते हो,

क्यों रौशनी से घबराते हो, 

आओ चलो फिर दुनिया से, 

एक नयी दोस्ती करके आते हैं, 

कुछ किस्से अपने सुना, 

कुछ कहानियाँ उनकी समेट कर लाते हैं,

तो क्यों चुपचाप कोने में, 

यूँ गम दबाये बैठे हो, 

चलो आज शाम ज़रा हँस दो ... 

 

I'll read you a poem tonight ...

It's a moonless sky,
and the stars will disappear,
You're waiting for your friends,
While trembling with fear,
No one will come looking for you,
But you can hold my hand,
You can talk to me,
Why don't you understand?
That it's my undying love,
Not something,
To make you shudder with fright,
So, stop screaming my dear,
'cause I'll read you a poem tonight ...

Now, wipe off those tears,
There's no reason to cry,
Your friends were looking for you,
It's not my fault they had to die,
But look at the brighter side,
You're still alive,
Don't fear me babe, you don't have to hide,
No, you aren't a prisoner,
Just a queen of my blackened heart,
The nightmare of my soulless nights,
The beauty that dies every moment,
It'll survive with your recurring sights,
So, let me come closer to you,
Let me hold you tight,
And just stop screaming my dear,
'cause I'll read you a poem tonight ...

I see the ripples in the lake,
Muted melodies of the ghostly nights,
Now won't you see my face,
Let me just switch on the lights,
Oh why did you scream?
Why are you running away?
The doors are all locked,
You're here to stay,
And let me present to you,
My kingdom of ghosts, and ghastly sights,
The clock has finally stuck 12, the time is right,
So, stop screaming my dear before I slit your throat,
'cause it's about time, I read you a poem tonight ... 

Windy Day

It's a windy day,
and a small railway station,
few kids are playing,
with pebbles and dreams,
The station master looks weary,
his wrinkles showing his age,
And there's a sage,
waiting for the train,
until it starts to rain,
he runs away,
looking for a shelter,
But I stood there,
For she was on the other side,
the one with twinkling eyes,
that carried a burden immense,
I wonder what,
I wonder why,
I keep wondering until,
she starts to cry,
I want to cross over,
I want to run and grab her,
Pull her away,
Far away from her pain,
And there's a train,
chugging towards the station,
It won't stop,
Rain won't stop,
She won't stop crying,
I won't stop trying,
To cross the platform,
Before the train arrives,
But why?
Why is she standing on the edge,
Can't she hear the train?
"Hey"
I scream,
She looks towards me,
She wants to say something,
I can't hear,
The train's too near,
I ask her to wait,
Let it pass,
And her eyes gleam,
Is that a ray of hope,
Or was it the final goodbye,
As she lays down on the tracks, dead;
I couldn't even cry,
Who was she,
Why was she,
It never mattered,
As her body pieces lie scattered,
On the railway track,
I look towards the blue sky,
Because the ground's just red,
And I wonder about,
What she wanted to say,
But the rain's droplets concealed her words,
On this windy day ...