उन अल्फाज़ों को पिरो रहा हूं, जिन्हें नज़रें, आईने को बयां करती हैं.
ख्वाबों में हुई मोहब्बत ही कुछ और थी दोस्तों, ना उनका मुझपे, ना मेरा खुदपे बस चलता था.
बहुत कुछ हो रहा था, जब उदास बैठा था, फिर सोचा खेल ही लूं, अपने दिल से ही सही.
Maria was born to a lower middle family. She was the only girl in her group of eight troublemakers. The only child to her parents, and this made them very nervous about upbringing their daughter in the community. At such a young age, even as parents they feel helpless sometimes as to how to explain …
कब न जाने सरसरी हवा उस धुल को सरका जाए, फिर एक बार वो तस्वीर रंगीन नज़र आ जाए.
The seed always grows. The weeds will always accompany. The weed is the anger. Where seed is compromised. We are always taught the art of sharing and how sharing can make the bond healthier. In years to come, we never realize when it starts turning into a compromise. Exchanging stuff with sisters or brothers (ofcourse …
गर कलम नुकीली है, तो कटाक्ष तो कसेगी ही, बयान मोहब्बत भी करेगी, इसलिए थम-थम के चलेगी.
Irrecoverable, Irrevocable, Irrespective of everything, The vacuum stays forever.
I'll always keep u buried deep in my heart. Because after all that you did, You couldn't have lived in any way.
In the midst, when we are stuck on a certain someone, for some moments who get close, for some years who were together, we get nostalgic. Physically distant but minds still attracted. You never know if they think of you or you've been trashed out completely. But you always hope they do. Even though you …