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Monday, October 8, 2012

Aj Phir,Today Again.



Aj phir,
Ankhon ko intezar hai
Aj phir,
Dil beqarar hai
Aj phir,
Teri yad ayi hai
Aj phir,
Umeed kasmasai hai
Aj phir,
Ghar ko sajaya hai
Aj phir,
Julf mein Gajra lagaya hai
Aj phir,
Shama raushan ki hai
Aj phir,
Khidki band ki hai
Aj phir,
Sans ruk si rehi hai
Aj phir,
Jism me gudgudi si hai
Aj phir,
Waqt tham sa gaya hai
Aj phir,
Gahra andhera hua hai
Aj phir,
Ek aas jagi hai
Aj phir,
Ek aag lagi hai

Aj phir wohi aaj lagta hai jo aaj roz ata hai;


Jab ankhen thak jati hain
Jab dil so jata hai
Jab yad kho jati hai
Jab ummeed ro jati hai
Jab ghar khandar rehta hai
Jab gajra bikhar jata hai
Jab shama bhuj jati hai
Jab khidki khul jati hai
Jab sans ruk jati hai
Jab aas toot jati hai
Jab waqt guzar jata hai
Jab andhera chat jata hai

Aj phir wahi aj lagta hai jo aj roz ata hai;
  
Translation:

Today again,
I wait for you
Today again,
My heart ache for you
Today again,
I miss you
Today again,
I wish you
Today again,
I adorn my place
Today again,
I bun with lace
Today again,
I light the candle
Today again,
I close the handle
Today again,
I am short of breath
Today again,
I tickle to death
Today again,
Time hanged
Today again,
Night blend
Today again,
Theres’ desire
Today again,
Hot like fire.
Today again,

It seems this today comes everyday;

whereas
wait sweeps
whereas
heart sleeps
whereas
miss u lot
whereas
a wish lost
whereas
scattered place
whereas
shattered lace
whereas
end of dark
whereas
windows bark
whereas
breaths stop
whereas
hopes flop
whereas
time pass
whereas
gloom surpass

It seems this today comes everyday.



©humorsome



Wednesday, September 12, 2012




Three days. That’s how long it took me to sit down and write this. Every night I spend around 5 hours online trying to run away from this and end up sleeping at 7 am without actually getting the job done. So here I am iPod in my ears, fan blowing in my face, and laptop on my lap getting ready to spill the beans.

I miss you.
I just do. I tried hard not to but I can’t help it.
I miss you.
You visit me in my dreams uninvited. You pop up on my mind during the day when I miss you the least just to remind me that you’re gone and I can’t see you.
 I miss you.
 It hurts. I don't want to miss you because there’s nothing that I can do to bring you back. But I miss you. I promised myself that I wouldn’t but I take it back,
I miss you. I think about you constantly, you give me a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach when I think about you. I stare into space when I reminisce about how you used to be, not wanting to snap back to the reality of me not being able to tell you that
I miss you.
I think about you, what you’re doing, where you are, wondering if you miss me too, then I realize,
I miss you. I sleep, go out, have fun, laugh, work, then when I’m alone, you pop up. You crawl under my skin, you infest my brain, you fill the voids, and take me over with thoughts of anger, pain, love, and above all confusion.

I tried running away from the fact that I miss you that much, but thoughts of you start to surface, it’s like I'm trying to sink a balloon …. Impossible. I thought I’d feel better after writing this, but no not really. I'm stuck here without you, unable to think of a way to get over this feeling.
With a blinking cursor staring me in the eyes, I stare back at the screen just blank. Not a single thought other than the fact that
I miss you.
I don't know what it is exactly that I miss about you; I don’t know when it became that bad, nor how these mixed emotions re-surfaced after immense trials of locking them up inside.
This is beyond me, my brain is incapable of processing something that big, my heart is covered with barb wire just to keep you out, and my hands are ready to bury thoughts of you where the sun don’t shine, but then again you find your way into my soul through the tiniest gap.
Having said this, it’s 7 am again, off to sleep I go, maybe tomorrow will be different.

Maybe tomorrow I won’t miss you as much, maybe I’ll see you in my dreams tonight and that would take away some of the emptiness I feel without you, and maybe, just maybe;

you miss me too .

 

 

By: May Rostom