Khamosiyaan....

being with you in all the moments in your embrace seeing sense of love in you It's like a dream in sleep going with you staying with you reading you like a story needing you forever It's like water's thirst Which is never ends... increases moments passer by if your eyes wanted me I would die in your gaze if your hands were mine I would die in your hands if you called me by name I never (would)forget that if you stayed with me then I (would) win all the world but being in love without you being without you and your love staying while sunset in the road It's impossible without you, O my good one even living without you breathing without any purpose without seeing you forever It's pain and torture for me there is no bird in my love's sky except you there is no name on my silent lips except you my dear, nobody has any place in my heart my lover heart doesn't love anybody except you        ...

The demon in me's not dead, He's living, and well. In the body as in a hold, In the self as in a cell. The world is but walls. The exit's the axe. ("All the world's a stage," The actor prates.) And that hobbling buffoon Is no joker; In the body as in glory, In the body as in a toga. May you live forever! Cherish your life, Only poets in bone Are as in a lie. No, my eloquent brothers, We'll not have much fun, In the body as with Father's Dressing-gown on. We deserve something better. We wilt in the warm. In the body as in a byre. In the self as in a cauldron. Marvels that perish We don't collect. In the body as in a marsh, In the body as in a crypt. In the body as in furthest Exile. It blights. In the body as in a secret, In the body as in the vice Of an iron mask.

Loving you it´s not to reject your flaws; it´s to become sensitive to them, without ever expecting you to change them. Loving you is not to desire to be the center of your Life; it´s to lead you, if you allow me, if am able to, to the Life of your core, without looking for any rewards. Loving you is not writing you love poems; is being love when I write to you,  and when I don´t......

  11:56:26 PM,    Saturday, 23 August 2014 ..    I felt like hell was trying to do some insane stuff, I really want to end my life at that moment,    I am totally in a blaze of anger, heart-broken and somehow want to die at that time, was holding a blade, and was about to kill myself and at that sudden moment, a very old friend call pop out on my Google chat was bit confused at that time of night why she calling me?? She never calls me in  past 7 years of our friendship why now!! and  i received that call and that and said checks your msg..   when i open up that chat box, her first question   She:tum to bhul hi gya tha hoga na mujhe. .:-)   me: naa bhula nai bus study busy(well that's a lie, was about to end my life)   And on the second moment, she said you hiding something am I right?  Well before I tell you about that night let me tell you about her first l...

Kuch Armaan ab bhi baaki h.... Isliye ji raaha hu mai.. Kuch aag ab bhi seene mai h, isliye ab bhi halaato se lar raha hu mai.. Khwaishho ne dum tor diyaa h, Zimmedariyaan h isliyee tikaa hu maai..  Ha mar Chukaa hu mai...