Gustakh Khushfehmiyaan

गलत कुछ यूँ होने लगा है,

काजल ज़रा  गहरा होने लगा है

मुस्कराहट चेहरे को छोड़ती नहीं ,

की नज़ाकत निगाहों से जाते नहीं जाती।  

अटक सा गया हैं ज़ुबाँ पर उनका नाम ,

थकती नहीं उन्हें निहारते 

उनको पाने की तलब का सिलसिला कुछ इस कदर बढ़ने लगा है,

की मुलाकातों का सैलाब सा उमड़ने लगा है। 

ए खुदा , इज़हार -ए -मोहब्बत  भी अब  youtube पर  ही करें क्या ?

DISCONNECTED

I miss you. 

And your phone calls.

Phone calls that would make me smile.

Phone calls in which you'd tell me how much you love me for a little more than some thousand times.
Phone calls where you'd tell me its okay to eat a whole pizza by myself..
Phone calls in which you'd scold me for that ice in  my glass and marlboro in my pocket.

Phone calls through which you'd make me love myself for loving you.

I miss your phone calls .
I miss the trin trin much .

Unfinished cigarettes

He would quietly smoke his cigarettes, putting out each after having finished only half of it . He would then light a new cigarette . After he would leave , the air would be full of his unfinished cigarettes ... 

He used to smoke with such ease. The look on his face when he drew smoke into his lungs , it was like, as if he knew some great secret.

I could watch him smoke all day . ALL DAY.

When I would hold one of these cigarette between my fingers, I would feel as if I was touching his hands.. As if I belong to him.

This is how I took to smoking. Smoking gave me the feeling that he was close to me.