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Hope

By Amitoz Singh


My life has become a chaser of hope.

She loves hope, she follows hope,

She sees hope, but it’s an illusion

Hope disappears in my own confusion.

Like a mirage in a wild desert

annoys a thirsty deer…

She haunts me in the midnight

I tremble with fear.

An apparition with a horror face

Which my own hope had brought

Dances with me in midnight

Is none other than my own thought.

I don’t want to laugh, just want to smile…

but my own smile wants to cry...

and I play the notes with a sigh.

The piano of my life is not so fine

And I play the notes with no rhyme.

My future lays shrouded in wraps of time

My hope lays blinded in traps so fine.


ZINDAGI…

Kal has dia mai uski halki c sharart pe…

Itna gussa mujhse ke naraz ho gayi…

Kal gham-e-zindagi hi hamse naraz ho gayi.

Khushi me to Khushi dikhe..fir gham mei kiu khush ho?

Ye andaaz hai hamari nazar ka…

Kal gham-e-zindagi nazar andaaz ho gayi…




NEW DAY…

Not aptitude, but attitude…

logic and rationality.

Stars, luck and fortune is a new treason.

New day also rises with change of mentality…

Rising sun is not the only reason.


HEART…

Past, present and future can never be the same…

This life cycle, life’s game and this pain…

and again and again…keeps going on…

But cant break the chain…

I do talk to my heart at times…

Its existence is in danger by the havoc of by brain.


SEAANA…

Tu ik katre ch samundar hain

Ik samundar ch katra nahi…

Aapne alfaaz ooche kar

Apni awaaz nahi…

Manea baarish to pehlaan toofan aunda ae…

Jisne phullan nu khidaea..

Oh baarish hai…

Toofan nahi.

Kall mai samjhdaar bathera c…

Dunia badalna chaunda c…

Ajj mai dunia nahi, badlaanga aapne aap nu…

Mai hun seaana haan…samjhdaar nahi.


CHEATER…

His heart had to burst one day…

As he cheated on his breaths for a sigh.

He cheated on sunshine, to meet shadows..

And then he cheated shadows to drown in the night..


By Amitoz Singh



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