Are you sure.

Kavi aur commentar ke beech ka antar jaante toh tum bhi meri baat samajh jaate Kahoge ki aaj kal commentator bhi kavita sunate hai Janab, yahi toh fark hai jumle aur kavita ka  Khair chhodo tumhe ek chutukla sunata hu  Tum bhi thahaka lagana aur mai bhi hasunga Kavita achi sunane wale ki badaulat hoti hai,  Kavi toh man ki baat kehta hai,  Dil kholke sunane mei kuch nahi sirf dimaag ka saath mil jaaye,  Buraai toh chaand mei bhi hoti hai,  Tum bhi likh le dekho, shayad pasand aaye tumhe hamara likha 

Himmat aayi kaha se yeh sab kehne ki, woh batane ke liye ek kissa sunana padega, dhyaan se nahi, dil laga ke sunana - kahi galti nazar na aa jaye. orkut ke mahaul mei bhi agar koi pasand aa jaye, toh tumhe award milna chahiye tha magar, socha nahi tha itni jaldi number mil jayega. karna kya tha - sirf achi baatein aur bolna sirf sach, par kya pata tha ki pehli hee mulakat mei , jabalpuriya ladki humein bolegi jaldi milna, itna thik tha; par jab phone karke bola agle hee din, ki connaught place mei hu, saree pehni hai, lene aaoge kya ? Fir kya tha - jaante toh ho hee humein, Kaha goodbye, aur aaj yeh kavita suna daali.

Pyaar tumse nahi dilli se hua tha, Uss samay ki hawa mei dhue ke saath prem bhi tha.  Dooriya tumse shuru hui, dilli se badti chali gayi,  Abb toh sirf dhua hee reh gaya hai, dhul kya khaak chatoge?  Abhi bhi Chhole bhature sirf wahi acche milte hai,  Kyunki asli baat yeh hai ki dushmani chahe jitni karlo, pet prem se hee Bharta hai.  Jaane kab aunty se aurat ho gayi,  Naam toh hamara tha magar,  Sirf beta bol ke pukara jaata tha,  Chahe woh daant ho ya protasahan.  Tum bhi tab mere liye sirf ek ladki thi,  Isliye prem kiya tha magar, jaane kab Kab kambakht tum laundi ho gayi.  Suna hai facebook pe tumhe abb babe kehte hai

To you. Who's been not listening, Hearing every word, At the ear, but not the heart. And I have fallen in love Because I've fallen in love With you. Its difficult To be someone Like you Words are stolen From you

Who's there to hear me Hear my verse Hear my worse There ain't anyone near me Or call me dear to thee But what do I have to tell There isn't much to say Nor there isn't much to share Days are of past Years are in the future Should someone hear my verse It's a bit terse To those who do hear me Read these and give me their purse I hate to tell you I do dig deep But I put it back It isn't my worse There must be more More for your attention and leisure It really is a pleasure To tell my worse And give you couple of my verse Surely it isn't my worst Who's there to hear me Hear my verse Hear my worse There ain't anyone near me Or call me dear to thee Oh you still want to know ? Did you ask those before you How much they loved it And how much they loved me Maybe because it was me Or it was just my story And how they might not care now Like a book you read and keep back Never to read. There are some who do look ahead Fo

Memories are so vivid and so impacting. You need to go back to them once every other night. To make you live, to make you feel human, to make your heart beat. But there is a day, when you need to make them go away. I have had always sought to do go back to those memories on those nights, those evenings, when I opened my palms , closing my eyes , trying to feel those long tender soft fingers in between. But yet I close them into a fist, only to feel my fingernails pinching into my life line. Cutting into my life line, hurting me, deep inside...deep deep inside. It is time for closure. I sought it. It is a joyous feeling, it is a suspense, it is a pain. It is indeed a confusing instant. I am happy for the love of my life to be happy, I am mellow for myself. I want to be selfish, but I can't be, I am just not that. I am happy for you. For who is happy , to see me away, free, careless, above all the others. This brings tears to my eyes.  Makes no sense, I want to be happy, I am smi