why do we always yearn for inaccessible
what lies along side, we do not care
searching for what was beyond,
did not even read the letters that arrived
some time ago
but waiting for the ones
which were never written
i kept on crying, meaninglessly may be
why should l i embrace all the
moments
that bother me
make me cry
why should i not fly
no matter if my wings are wounded
cut in small measure
may be when i reach a/the bright sun
i could melt and give way
—
jo paas tha, usko sambhala nahin
aur jo door tha, uski talash me lagi rahi
chithiya jo dar par aayi
wo rahi unpadhi
aur unlikhi chithiyon ke intzaar mein
aankhey bahut bahin
ab kyun parehsanion ko apna hamsafar banaun
kyun unko apney galey se lagaun
kyun na phir se
katey paron ke bawjud
neeley akash mein ud jaun
aur phir soorya ne najdik jaaney ke tadap mein
pighal
nibat paun