haan hai mohabbat, kah de paane ki gayi himmat
Hue khudgarz(Kamzor) itne ki khud ki bhi ansuni karte hain

tum

kya kahoon kya ho tum..
sapna ya ehsaas..
mere har khali waqt ki pehredaar...
idhar hi kahin, aas paas...
jaade ke rajai ka garam-sard ehsaas ..
ya purane gaane sunta hua sukoon..
mann me yun hi gungunane ka bahana
ya jiske liye uchhal ke patte ko chhoota hoon...

kahin tum hi
na-jaane-kyon-bechaini-hai
ka kaaran toh nahi ho?

tumhe jeetne ka mann karta hai
tumse haarne ka mann karta hai..

You are only as good as your story..

Rant

My wings have flown away.
My thoughts trying to catch.
I  am trying to scratch with my nails the present,
as the past is trying the same on me.
Walking on head is insane but lets try once.
Puking sensation is bad, and its insane to even try it.
Oh my wings, booohooo hooo,
that you are gone can i still fly?
I want to fly away from here.
I want to be there or at least there.
I know its not GODly,
not even GOODly.
And you got it right not even BADly.
But so am I without my wings
devoid of any "-LY"

gloomy sunday

And in her sad moments he could be nothing but a sadist himself for he could not see himself away from her, not any distant.

He wanted her to find someone near to her whom she could identify with. For in the happy world she had no one she assumed. 

Love she might not but could be close he thought. For he himself was not ready for love himself, he just wanted her to be near,close.

And he wanted her to feel that he was close. That someone was close.

He wanted to give. He wanted to take. But thats not how nature's designed you see. A handshake happens when one gives and another takes. You cannot do both.

So she left as she had to. For she was not a participant. No give, sorry. No take, sorry.

And he continued trying to be near, to be close to her by keeping her memories alive, her sadness alive, by being sad.

Died one day still sad that she would be near, close.

Sadness was his happiness for she lived there.