हज मे हाज़ी हो जाते है
क़व्वालों मे क़व्वाली हो जाते है
साहेब हम आलू हैं
की हर सब्ज़ी मे काम आते है

echoes of the past

the echoes of the past
that still haunt me
will they haunt me forever?
will they follow me for ever?
the higher i reach, the lower i fall..
the farther i travel or
keep myself locked 
how long would they groom
my past, present, future...


or am i in love with this haunting
like a horror movie
can't let go the dream
which don't let me sleep
challenges that push me
over the genius cliff...
become the passion
that drives me in

one dream after another
some haunt me and
some i can't let go
like an endless orgy of illusion
life has been

Difficult it is
to see beauty
& not want it

Irrestible it is
to hear a bird
and not cage it

to smell flower
& not bottle it

to taste honey
& not again crave it

But even more difficult it is
to love somebody
& yet not want her

Be empty and hollow
& yet have feelings..