Pain Which Never Drains

Nothing i can do will bring you back...
deep inside my heart is sad...
moments she gave me are priceless...
i swear my love is true not one part less...
still i am left with last hope...
sometimes i feel i should go for the rope...
but the smile on my face is biggest irony.

Father to Son

i don't understand this child
though we haved lived together now in the same house for years.
i know nothing of him,so try to build up a relationship from now.
he was when small,yet have i killed ,the seed i spent or sawn it where.
the land is his and none of mine?
we like sronger,thereb is no sign of understanding in the air.
this child is built to my design.
yet what he loves i cannot share.
silence surrounds us,
iwould have him prodigal returning to his father house the home he know.
rather than see him make and move,hid world i would forgive him to.
shaking from sorrow a new love father and son we both must live on the same globe,
and the same land.
he speaks  i cannot understnad myself,why anger grows from gries,
we each but out an empty hand longing for something to forgive.

Bachpan

ek bachpan zamaana tha,

khushiyo ka khazana tha, chahat chaand ko paane ki thi,

dil titliyo ka deewana tha...

khabar na thi kuch subh ki na shaam ka thikana tha,

thak haar ker aana school se,per khelne bhi jaana tha.

dadi ki khani thi ,pariyo ka fasana tha...

barish me kaguz ki kashti thi,her masaum suhana tha.

her khel me saathi the,her rishta nibhana tha.

rone ki vajha na thi na ,na haasne ka bhana tha,

ab nahi rahi vo zindgi jaisa bachpan ka zamana tha....