Bheed mein tanhaayi

Bheed mein tanhaayi si hai
Dil pooch rahaa hai aisa kyun?
Bas, yeh aansoon tapak pade hain aaj
Najaane yeh dil iss uljhann mein kyun...

Sabh kuchh hai yahaan
Lekin phir bhi ek kammi si hai
Sabh apne apne paas hain
Phir bhi ajeeb nammi si hai...

Shaayad yehi hai uljhann meri
Ke joh apne hain, woh hain bhi par nahin
Jab chaahti hoon woh hon paas apne
Dekhne mein woh hain kahin nahin

Mehsoos karna chaahti hoon unko
Par phir bhi, woh ehsaas na aaye
Dil bohut akelaa hai aaj
Aur bas, doobta doobta chalaa jaaye.

Koi sambhaalo issey.
Bheed mein bhi hone lagi tanhaayi
Kaash paas aakar koi duur karta issey
Varna iss tanhaayi se na jaaoon maari.

Journey without a destination

I think of life and ask myself 'where am I now'...
Sometimes it's nice to know how far I have come...
Funnily enough though, the answer most often is
My dear, you haven't moved at all, your journey hasn't even begun...



'But so much time has passed and been lost' I retort,
'Where has it all gone? ' :(
'Surely, I must have gotten somewhere?'
'You've triumphed small battles here and there, but the WAR has yet to be won.'


I look around me and I'm unable to see anything
I feel that things around me have changed in every way
I feel small, humbled and subdued
Will I stay forever this way?


The fight is going on constantly I know
But I do not want to partake in it. I want out.
For me, life has a deeper meaning in its journey
And making the most of that journey is what life's ALL about.

Remember November...

It's one of my favourite times of the year...
These November days are very special to me
So much so that each special November day
Is honoured and deeply etched into my memory...

Special for so many reasons
None I care to speak of I say
But the emotional peace and love I feel these days
No other month can make me feel this way.

It's nostaglic when I think back
Recalling each November I've lived
So reminiscient, so beautiful, so new
And with each November, came a very special gift.

No, it's not my birthday,
But forever a celebratory start
To the winter each year
For special is November, and close to my heart.

Deep down, I'm the only one who knows
Why Nostalgic November Numbs me so
Oh, it's so enticing...
Beautiful November, take me wherever you go.

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