A thought!

It's begins
Every time, yes! Every time!!

When I sit through a calm night,
Thinking of random things!

And the thought of of a thought
Which has been a quiet a thought

Enters in me as if it was there already!
Was not it?!

Well, then it stays like it does always
It's thought of being with the being!!

अधिक मास!!

और बह उठा वो दर्द, भावों में
जो था क़ैद हृदय में

हर अश्रु के साथ
बहता अविरल, अदृश्य

इक उम्मीद है  कहीं
उस अंधेरे कोने में

उम्मीद कहूँ या चाह
या फिर कोइ नया है ये भाव

अगर कुछ है पता
तो यही कि

कुछ नहीं है
कुछ है अधिक मास!!

Yes! It does!

I don't say it
I don't know why

It's just it hurts
It hurts to see expectation

Building
On that one word

Which
We might not even understand
Let alone embrace

It hurts

When one thinks
"How could you?"

Asks
"Why the hell"

Doesn't pickup the call
Not because not feeling like
But it's a punishment


It's hurts! Yes, it does!