Last breath - doctor's eyes

 The last silent breath 

Noise of the straight line

Loud wail of mother's breaking heart

Stuns the standing souls around

As the efforts fail to salvage

Eyes of the nurses lose their shine

doctor with a strong face 

Die a different  death each time 

"If only I could do something"

Cringes their soul in pain

Guilt trips they suffer in silence

Another sleepless night on their name

Each death stays a memory

Hidden in a corner of their heart

Each fight, struggle and story 

Each lesson stays till our souls depart 

Pen

Pen in my hand so still

Mind giving a blank page

Fighting between can and will

My soul suffocated in the cage

Agonizing pain all around

Death casting a spell over young and old

Memories come to hound

Of stories and smiles untold

Yet in the stupidity of it all

Here we rant on about our losses,

About the times we fall,

And our ego and it's bruises

How we fail to see 

True fight of true battles

Why don't we go beyond the "me"

And count our blessings

Tanhayi

 Sun na aye tanhayi

Kabhi to kuch baat kar

Kyun  yeh ruswayi 

Kabhi to muskuraya kar 

Dost nahi apne koi 

Par hum to saath hai

Apna mane na mane koi 

Hamari to khas baat hai

 Koi chota badha nahi hota

Aan se ho ya Shan se

Haar jeet ka faisla nahi hota

Zindagi main tu hai bada 

To Main bhi kuch kam nahi

Tera jo kadd hai zyada

Chota to main bhi nahi

Issi dhara main gote khate 

Aapas main ladte saare

Leke choti choti baatein 

Tere mere main waqt guzare

Is rassi khench khel ka

Maza lete darshak saare

Matlab in tamashe ka

Kab samjhega mere pyare

 गांठ खुल जाए चाहे

सिलवट तो रह ही जाती है

टूटा शीशा चाहे जोड़ा जाए

दरार तो रह ही जाती है

दिल पर पढ़े पर्दा जब

तो रास्ता धुंधला हो ही जाता है

आए तेज़ धार जब नदी की

कमज़ोर सहर टूट ही जाती है

लेन देन आ गया जो बीच में

रिश्ता फीका पढ़ ही जाता है

दिया जो धुंधलाया भावनाओं का

अंधेरा और गहरा हो ही जाता है

समय जो एक बार बह गया

लौट के ना फिर पलटता है

रास्ता जो एक बार साथ छोड़ गया

फिर ना कभी मुड के मिलता है 

 Rushing crazy all around

Trying to catch the stars 

Tirelessly without a sound

Soul bearing the scars

Magnetic are the dreams

Of having wide spreaded fame

Clueless to life's cruel games

We bow down to our name 

All gets grounded to dust

Getting wrapped as a body

Fades away all the zest

As we begin the nameless journey