and...

And she couldn't do this much...

to take care of her self
to keep smiling & to njoy her elf

fugitive, fragile, fiasco ridden
her body & soul has become

just one promise was asked to keep
to take care & to smile at deep.

intzaar...

Lamhe is qadar fanaaa huye
un lamho ke ik adad deedar mien
kambhqt dard utar aaya aankhon ki ek mazaar mien
Ashq se roobroo ho chale hai woh chand rato mein E waqt
ek aawaz aayi,"shukr hai kuchh sadiyan hi mukhtlif hai is intzaar mein..."

P.S.: By the way its my 25th post here. Silver Jublie. :).

Et al...

blankness,
defined it self in those eyes

colors
seems be some thing alien

no pain, no joy, no emotional harl
how the almighty has been missed et al

and then eyes smiled,
to miss it again, for the attempt to make them smile et al.

Yakbyak...

Mayyaser tha jinhe khula aasama
pankh pasare undane ke liye

pinge bhara karate the
khwabo ko sath liye

yakbyak kufr tut pada jaise
kisi ne kaha "waqt ki dastaq hai..."

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HEAVenly Semblance...

Landing
In the land of possibilities couldn't be funnier

but wait was getting too stiffer
No One couldn't define the source of energy

to run untiringly, unstoppably, unblinkingly
so what if there were barriers, even they had fallen in love with him

No One was bound to make it gr88888888
to every person: human, inhuman or his mate

at last, they realized....... the fragrance,,,,,the touch....the feel...

too immersed to think anything else
dawning in each others caress & heavenly semblance

why did moments pass by?
his limitation again he realized

he begged to time, please
let me see her, touch her with pouring blissssssssssss

dont want to free her with my armss
Cant you give me li'l more chance??

echoing silence

ardent but eldritch, or was it simply virtual...
when breath were li'l heavy or chilled & amp perpetual...

time had been chiseling more often then not...
waiting for fall of eyes on bleeding coral...

Aha..!! smile is twinkling with sheer brightness
bleeds are getting cured or its been smoldered

whatever, all mortal or immortal are cheering..
on the faintest sight of whirling coiffure....

congregating satanic instincts being defied
the chronicle in making will say all over high

echoing silence in thunder storm..
proving at last archfiend is happy & strong...

Elf

screams, cries, remorse
nothing is flowing out of her...


its tough...
to smile, because its best to stick with
to laugh, because its great to hide with


still she keep it up, to keep her self high
her incongruity will swallow her down


in no time, its all pulpy pale
In no time, its all being in rail


cant be her SELF, still be hersELF
its not her dilemma but her FairyTale