Kismat se tujhe tera pyar mil gaya

Khubsurat humsafar dildar mil gaya 

Tu jeeta nahin naseebon ke is khel mein

Sach toh hai ke main khud se hi haar gaya 

Kahin nazron se teri sawera ho

Kahin awaaz teri gunjti hi rahe 

Kahin khusbu teri phoolon mein khilti mile

Kahin zulfon se teri ghata ghir aaye 

Kabhi aahat se teri kahin suraj dhale

Kabhi sanson se teri kahin sargam ban jaye

Kabhi teri muskaan se dhoop khile hase 

Kabhi tere aansuon se sawaan baras jaye

Har manzar mein tera manzar hai

Har ehsaas ne tera ehsaas dilaya

Har shaaks mein basa bas tera aks hai

Jane kyun bas tu hi mujhe na mil paya ?

Pyaar kab kisi ka pura hota hai...Pyaar ka to pehla akshar hi adhura hota hai

 

 

 

..Jugni sochan de vich khoyi
Jugni sochan de vich khoyi
Dhoondhe kise de vich oh koi
Dhoondhe kise de vich oh koi
Oh ishq de 'ich kamli hoyi
Oh ishq de 'ich kamli hoyi
Jugni sochan de vich khoyi
Dhoondhe kise de vich oh koi
Oh ishq de vich kamli hoyi
Bhaaron hassi andron royi
Naale pak mohabbat kare saayi pir merya jugni ji
Ae ve..

 

You are the Spirit...

 Courtesy : Jugni Ji (Coke Studio/Cocktail)

Smoke Dreams

Watery eyes so drained of sleep

Promises unmade but have to keep

With this day in the cradle of doom

The heart gulps down its own gloom

The hour of the shadows sigh and grunt

Why did we severe our hands on the blunt ?

Smoke dreams now just smother in flame.

The soul has none but it to blame
A mindless pursuit of a soul lost,
seeks out faith but shatters trust.

Those sand castles now stand in abandon

cry and plead the waves to crash upon.

Smoke dreams now burn in deserted darkness

They sting and bite which once did caress
Then guilt gusts the restless shame
airs the fire and gashes inflame

Smoke dreams now quiver to their swan song

Prick, pain and pine so young...

Life is not a snowflake

Joy and Sorrow

in the words of Kahlil Gibran

...Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow." And he answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives? When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced. When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall....

You know...Death doesn't kill a man. It just kills the body...A man actually dies when his dream dies !