Of all the life’s experiences the most profound one we have, is that of love. Very little needs to be said about what love is to humans, that bittersweet drug, that most of us get a taste of at least once in our lives.
The Language of Love
Author: Neha
They and their pain
And they start to fall, into this emptiness within, faster with every second, like gravity, their pain pulls them in...
The kingdom of dead things
Our fidelity to things long dead, our resistance to what is new, our futile attempts to keep carcasses alive and suck life out of that which grew
The harmony of being
I was meant to be a poem, instead I grew wings...
A dead flower
A life of commitments With happiness forgone Like a dead flower Eventually withers and falls.
Like me, one day
They came to me and said, that's not how flowers bloom, and when I didn't listen, they took my petals away.
रोक दिया
रख देते आज हाल-ए-दिल खोलके हम अपना कि महबूब ने इन लबों पे हाथ रखके लफ़्ज़ों को रोक दिया...
गीता
हुई भोर और शंख बजे और ध्वज सबके लहराए, कुरुक्षेत्र में, धर्मयुद्ध में आर्यावर्त्त के शूर लड़ने आए ।
कम्बख़्त ग़म
है रूठी मेरी मोहब्बत मुझसे, मेरी रूह भी, मेरा ख़ुदा भी... बस ये कम्बख़्त ग़म ही हैं वफ़ादार, जो रूठने का नाम नहीं लेते ।
मोहब्बत
अगर न हो मोहब्बत आपकी रज़ा-ए-ख़ुदा में शामिल तो क्या कीजिए ?
