Life is given to us,
it will be taken away.
When and how,
we won't know-
till it is our time.

A disease or disaster,

road rage or domestic violence,

war or Mother Nature's fury,  

                     or maybe
                    
                       just love.

A reminder of an ex-lover?
An unstitched wound?
An uninvited guest?
An unbearable pain?

All the unanswered questions
haunt me now day and night.

In the silence of night

wounds of the heart scream.

Silence is not
a weakness.

It's only an act
of non-violence.

It's not the fall,
but how you rise
after the fall
that defines you.

Like a bus stop,
my heart was
to you.

You came,
stayed briefly,
then left -

like it was nothing,
as if it were
made of concrete.

चाहत कागज़ पे लिखी कोई कविता नहीं
जिसे फाड़ कर फेंक दे कोई |
ये वो चिंगारी है जो
एक बार दिल को छू जाए तो
सारी उमर दिल में जलती रहती है |
कभी मुस्कान बनके होठों पर नज़र आती है
और कभी आंसू बनकर
आंखों से झलक जाती है|

Love will not survive
if not accompanied by trust.

I never needed you.  

I only wanted you.

You are the sun,
I am your mirror.
I reflect your light
back to you.

Your rays touch me -
mine never reaches you.