Incomplete Denial

Sirf Tum...

Khushiyo me naa sahi, ghamo me ho tum

Waqt me naa sahi, lamho me ho tum

Haqeeqat me naa sahi, sapno me ho tum

Ghairo me naa kabhi, apno me ho tum

Saath mere naa sahi, khayalo me ho tum

Jawaabo me naa sahi, sawalo me ho tum

Khwahisho me naa sahi, duao me ho tum

Hawao me naa sahi, Fizaao me ho tum

Ujaale me naa sahi, andhere me ho tum

Kashti me naa sahi, kinaare me ho tum

Raasto me naa sahi, manzil me ho tum

Safar me naa sahi, sahil me ho tum

Pyaar me naa sahi, dosto me ho tum

Qasam ne naa sahi, waasto me ho tum

Shauk me naa sahi, junoon me ho tum

Bheed me naa kabhi, sukoon me ho tum

Bhookh me naa sahi, dil ki pyaas me ho tum

Shabdh me naa sahi, Alfaaz me ho tum

Phoolo me naa sahi, khushbu me ho tum

Shaksiyat me naa sahi, rooh me ho tum

Kareeb mere ya meelo door na jaane kaha ho tum

Phir naa jaane kyu jaha bhi dekhu bas waha ho tum

Akele chalu is raet me parchayi me ho tum

Jiss raah par manzil badhe har saaye me ho tum

Sirf tum, sirf tum, sirf tum…

If I Promise

If I promise to be your Voice,

Will you be my Echo?

If I promise to be your Toy,

Will you be my Lego?

If I promise to be your Childhood,

Will you be my Innocence?

If I promise to be your Firewood,

Will you be my Incandescence?

If I promise to be your Sun,

Will you be my Sunshine?

If I promise to be your Junk,

Will you be my Wind Chime?

If I promise to be your Artist,

Will you be my Imagination?

If I promise to be your Realist,

Will you be my Hallucination?

If I promise to be your Moonlight,

Will you be my Moon?

If I promise to be your Daylight,

Will you be my Noon?

If I promise to be your Rap,

Will you be my Lyric?

If I promise to be your Soundtrack,

Will you be my Music?

If I promise to be your Rainbow,

Will you be my Colour?

If I promise to be your Van Gogh,

Will you be my Sunflower?

And lastly If I promise,

To be your sweet Laughter,

Then will you ever promise,

To be my Ever After?

Emotional Paradoxes

The more I see the more I like,

The more I feel the more I cry,

The more I live the more I die,

The more I wish to be the lucky guy.

The more I write the more I think,

The more I think the more I sing,

The more I sing the more I spin,

The more I know these feelings sting.

The more I hear the more I respect,

The more I say the more I expect,

The more I resist the more I text,

The more I make my life complex.

The more I ride the more I sail,

The more I fight the more I fail,

The more I choke the more I exhale,

The more I act tough more I’m frail.

The more I make the more I break,

The more I like the more I hate,

The more I hide the more I say it,

The more I stay in this hopeless state.

The more I miss the more it pricks,

The more I shun the more it sticks,

The more I fix the more it drips,

The more I mend the more blood seeps.

The more I begin the more it ends,

The more I split the more it blends,

The more I fly the more it descends,

The more I stay real the more I pretend.

And you…

The more you smile the more I care,

The more you laugh the more I stare,

The more you talk the more I share,

The more you make me build castles in the air.