Just Read.

Just Read, Quite touchy actually.

Mila woh bhi nahi karte, Mila hum bhi nahi karte…

Wafa woh bhi nahi karte, Daga hum bhi nahi karte…

Use ruswai ka dukh, Humein tanhai ka khauf…

Gila woh bhi nahi karte, Shikwa hum bhi nahi karte…

Kisi mod par mulaqaat ho jati hai aksar, Ruka woh bhi nahi karte, Pukara hum bhi nahi karte…

Jab bhi dekhte hai use sochte hai kuch kahe usse, Suna woh bhi nahi karte, Kaha hum bhi nahi karte…

Lekin yeh bhi sach hai ki use bhi hai mohabbat humse, Bas,Inkaar woh bhi nahi karte, Izhaar hum bhi nahi karte…!!!

Rains

What is it about rains that You love it so much? he asked. He who never liked getting drenched in rains, never allowed the raindrops to tickle his face, what would I say to him? I replied,  Nothing. At the same time Everything.

His face remained confused and I smiled, for I knew I have irritated him a little by not replying exactly what he wanted to hear. He seemed genuine while asking the question,  but what do you really answer to a question like that.

I took a long breath and poured out my feelings in words, “Rains Clean my soul, they wash away my sorrows. I feel optimistic, I feel new. Rains make me happy,Rains make me content. Rains make me sad, I feel torned apart. A part of me cries and a part rejoice.Rains remind me of my childhood, the carefree attitude. Rains make me more humane”.

And most importantly Rains remind me of You. It was a rainy day when we met for the first time. Rains brought you in my life.
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