Unspoken Words

Lafzon ke piche hi chupa ek jazbaato ka bhandaar hai,

Zuba ke piche ankahi baato ka sansaar hai.

Kampti si aawaz k piche darr ka bhi kaisa khel hai,

Khilkhilayi si in baato me kin khushiyon ka mel hai.

Suna nhi tha jab wo khafa thi ,murjhayi uski baaton ko,

Smjha hi nhi tha gam ki wo aandhi jo ayi andheri raato ko.

Teri zara si buri baaton pr jb bhadak hm jaate the,

Uss gusse me bhi tere pyaar chupa tha ye kaha smjh hm paate the.

Pta nhi tha gam bhi chupa hai teri uss muskaan me,

Suna nhi tha tere dil ko rote uss jashne-veeran-me.

Smjh rha hu aaj bhi un ankahi si baato ko,

Zuba se nikle kuch lafzon me kahi chhupe jazbato ko.

The fading heart

Zindagi ke panno me ek chehra laut fir aya hai

Khafa hai zara sa hmse wo islie ye dil bhi to murjhaya hai

Yaado me hmare uski wahi khili khili si muskan hai

Jiske jaane se lga hme ki ab ye saari duniya hi sunsaan hai

Hmari har mulakat ki yaad dil me ab bhi taaza hai

Tera mujhse dur ho jaana meri galtiyon ka khamiaza hai

Apni kismt ki lakire padhne ko teri hatheli main thaam leta tha

Har khushi or gam me bhi apne naam tera bs leta tha

Kasme khayi ek duje se dil ki hm har baat kahenge

Kaha tha maine tujhse ki hum tum har dum yu saath rhenge

Kise pata nasib ki kahani kl kon sa rang dikhaegi

Waqt ki ret pe behti wo kashti kya manzil ko bhi chhu paegi

A girl named Sneha (Part 2)

Sneha's mind had literally gone blank. The cold ran up her spine, the legs had become stiff and were about to collapse when her eyes fell upon the guy arranging the files. This was Rahul, the one whose heart followed her ever since she kept her feets in the campus. She had lost count for how many times she had rejected his friend requests. An attractive smile had suddenly emerged on her lips, her eyes were blinking in the most seductive manner as she walked with grace towards her single sided lover. Her soulful voice had an uncommon sweetness as she said 'Hey Rahul!'. And those simple words were enough leave him mesmerized. He stood there gazing open mouthed, his heart was pounding , the joys knew no bounds, barely believing his eyes and ears. ' Hey Rahul. I need bit of your help.' This was line which brought him back to the world. 'It'll all be a delight' he uttered with a bit of stammer. 'Actually I....wanted to register for the competetions but i fear I'm late. But yet i believe you can help me.' She said with the confidence in the results. What on the earth he wouldn't have done if all this was in his hands. He could just sigh unable to match his eyes with with the trust filled eyes of Sneha. The first thing She asked and he could not help. But suddenly a spark hit his eyes 'I know someone who can help you out' he exclaimed with the enthusiasm filled in his voice ' Rohan Nanda'

Sneha would walk to the end of the world if she had to. This was her passion. Whole of her she life she had dreamed of it. What could be the deal with Rohan. Rohan Nanda! cultural secretary of the college, captain of the sports team and the lead guitarist of the state's most infamous band. She had never met him before but always heard of him from each of her friends. Girls were literally crazy for Rohan. Sneha was appreciating her clever sharp mind while they reached Rohan's small cabin and as the door opened her world turned upside down. The colour of her face had all dried up. The fear that struck her could be seen in her eyes. The guy in her front was none other than the one she smacked and yelled at on her way to the registration hall. Rohan looked at her with his usual charming smile as she moved towards him biting up her lips and calming down her breath.

A girl named Sneha (Part 1)

Standing at the edge of the roof of her college with a drop of tear rolling down her cheeks. A huge crowd had gathered below shouting her name, asking her to stop. The cawing of crows beside her could be heard from a mile. But she was there lost in her own world. Her legs literally trembled when she closed her eyes, took the deep breath and cried out his name aloud. The huge pain had now turned up into a large scream.

Sneha Sharma, a brilliant mind, a topper since her childhood and ofcourse the diva of her college. She was a girl every guy would dream to be with. It was less than a month since had joined the college but her name was on everyone's lips. No wonder, her natural charm was enough to remain a lifetime. But all this was never what she had desired. Her true dream was there hidden in her voice, her passion, her singing. It's seeds were sown when she was only six when she went for first music concert of her life. Since then she has always dreamed of being on the stage, whole of the crowd yelling up her name. But all this was hidden at a treasure box in her heart. She never told anyone about it not even Rashmi. Rashmi was Sneha's elder sister and also her best friend. Since she came to her senses. They used to share everything whether the fight with her classmates or her secret crush on her physics teacher. Rashmi was the most caring sister ever. She used to go sleepless when Sneha suffered high fevers. Often she managed half a day without food or water helping sneha completing her projects. But the secret passion for singing was hidden from her. Perhaps Sneha was waiting for the right moment and that moment was on the way, arriving really soon. Withing the two week were the N.Y.T.S. (National Youth Talent Search). Sneha could her dreams alive

It was 11th October the last day to register for the N.Y.T.S. . Sneha came in rushing in the corridor. Her eyebrows streched high, breathing heavy and mouth bit open. Her face showed the expression of utmost stress. Everyone glanced at her, confused what she was doing. But she didn't seem to bother any of it and kept on running. Suddenly a guy came in front of her. They collided and she was falling as he held her to help her ballance herself. Almost instantly she was on fire. 'Are those eyes embedded on your head just for show ! Can't see the people walking up?' Sneha yelled up hard at him and before he could reply, she turned and rushed again to her path. He just stood there, moving his head and smiling at the childishness. Sneha entered the registration hall cursing the guy for her further delay. But what came in front of her had simply blown away her mind. On the table in front of her hanged the board with the letters inscribed
'REGISTRATIONS CLOSED'


       

  To be continued...

For You

 Sometimes a chapter comes in our life. A chapter we can never forget. A chapter which matters the most. And that chapter we call it love

              

Zindagi k panno me chupe bade hi raaz h

Hr waqt lage iss kahani ka av to bs aagaz h

Bheeni si in khushbuon ka zindagi me yu aana

Chupke se dheere dheere dil me v ghar kr jaana

Jaane kaisi kashmakash me ho rhe h gum

Jb ek ajnabi bn iss zindagi me aaye tum

Dhadkano ko aawaz di jb se tm aayi ho

Dil ki ek baat mujhko tmne sunayi jo

Hr zarre ko mere bs tera intezar h

Iss izhaar ko ab ye dil fir se taiyaar h

Ab jo sb kuch jaan lia, keh bhi do tm ab to

Zindagi ko ek baar thaam kr apna sa tm kr lo