Feb 20, 2010
Keeping myself awake at night, I sometimes wonder whats worth so much thought. There are no answers because thoughts vary so much. Moving from one thought to another has become so easy that nothing seems precious. I miss nothing and nothings.

For the Mountains

Mountains always draw me like home. I visited few tea estates here in Srilanka last Saturday. Tea gardens, pines, winding roads, waterfalls and clouds. Running around in metros, wasting time travellig to capture few moments at home, I often fail to realise that life also exists elsewhere. There is a better air, cleaner water. There is a precious sunset. There is a love story that wind sings with the mountains. Tresspassing a soul that wanders.

Live one day in the valley of flowers
that you always wanted to see.

Live one day with yourself
a person you always wanted to be.

Escape to the vanilla sky,
escape before the dreams die.

Tumhari Beti

Meri duniya chup-chaap, gumsum thi
Shabdon se dosti tumne hi karayi
Chaand ke khwaab nahi dekhe the maine
Sitaaron ki baatein tumne hi batayi

Shahar purana, tumhari tarah tha
Khel pariyon ka nahi tha thamta
Ojhal hote station ko taakti ek ladki
Bataao kahaan se laati lautne ki kshamta

Khushi chahre pe pahli tumhi laaye the
Ghar ab mera tha, mera apna tha
Baarah saal beet gaye nishaan banaate
Poora kiya maine jo tumhara sapna tha

Tumhaare saaye se kabhi door nahi gayi thi
Ab lautna chaahti hoon tumhaare paas