मचलती कलम: दास्तान-ए-इश्क़

मचलती कलम: दास्तान-ए-इश्क़: यूँ क्यों हुआ के वे मुक़द्दर में चले आए.. फिर छोड़ चले और हम कब्र में चले आए.. कुछ धड़कनें छोड़ आया हूँ डायरी के भीतर.. किसी को कहना उन्...

a woman called mother

medium- pencil on paper

a woman called mother...

most beautiful of them all
my first love
she is my mom

the most powerful one
the most adorable one
she is my mom

the one who fed me
sacrificing her own food
she is my mom

the one who covered me
with her own blanket
she is my mom

the one who loved me
when everyone turned their faces
she is my mom

the one who loves me
she is my mom

the one who will love me
whatever be the situation
...she is my mom

the one who expects nothing
but my happiness
she is my mom

the one who cares for me
she is my mom

the one who loves me truly
she is my mom.........

Solitude

Solitude...

u knew me
i was the boy everyone knew
i was the boy whom many loved
i was the one who always smiled

but where is the smile now
where are those happier days
where are those fun moments

a wave,
a normal one
but with power to destroy everything
everything that was good
swept away all those...

now am a bird-
a bird...inside a cage
with a scar
that's impossible to erase....