WORD CANVAS

जानता था मेरा ज़ख्म कि कोई हाल ना पूछेगा, कमबख्त खुद ब खुद बस यूँ ही भर गया। शायद हुआ ही था ये तबज्जो पाने के लिए, फिर भी बिना मिले ही इस दर्द का असर गया।

Leave the darkness of sorrow for the sake of mine, And let your face with charm then shine. What is the bad thing if I am not with you? Suppose that I was too among a few. Don't think that I will have any complaint, I am not the person to disturb you  in vain. Assume that I was never in your life, If I were there then just for seconds five.

ज़िन्दगी में कुछ लम्हें खास होते हैं जो दिल के पास होते हैं पर तेरे लिए तो ये सारे बकवास होते हैं क्या कहूँ कि दिल नादान है तुम्हे समझ नहीं पाता या फिर विपरीत तेरे और मेरे एहसास होते हैं।

hum pyar ka diya jaalaaate rahe wo galtiya hamari ginate rahe kya hua gr jo hum thode nadan the Kyu tum hi ye rishta nibhate rhe Apne hr pal ka hissa bnaya tha tumko dil ka har ek kona dikhya tha tumko ek tum the jisne rkha tha sagar chupa aur hum the jo kashti banate rahe

Thousands of years ago, at the top of a hill lived a large community of ants. They all were very hard working and friendly. They cared and helped each other when in need.Their anthill was under a shady tree, which made the surrounding cool and beautiful. After some time a group of hunters came towards the area and chose the same tree to camp under. The hunters were the people who had come there to hunt and enjoy their leisure time. They used to kill animals and cook them under the same tree. The ants did not like all these but they knew that they are helpless creatures and cannot do anything to stop that. What they only thought is that someday the hunters would leave their area and go somewhere else. A few days passed but the hunters were yet not in mood to depart from there. They kept on killing the animals and throw their unused body parts near the anthill. And because of this many ants were killed too.   In the beginning the ants used to enjoy these remains as their supper but g

देखे छोटे छोटे सपने, काश कभी वो होते अपने। सपना अपना कब होता है, पीछे जो भागे रोता है। कौन यहाँ सब कुछ  पाता है, कुछ न कुछ तो रह जाता है। जाने क्यूँ ये आते सपने, काश कभी वो होते अपने।