Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.

William Wordsworth

Aisi gehraiyan aisi tanhaiyan | Zindagi na milegi dobara

Aisi Gehraiyan Aisi Tanhaiyan | Poets Arena
पिघले नीलम सा बहता हुआ ये समा
नीली-नीली सी खामोशियाँ
ना कहीं है ज़मीन, ना कहीं आसमान
सरसरती हुई टहनियाँ, पत्तियाँ
कह रहीं है की बस एक तुम हो यहाँ
सिर्फ़ मैं हूँ
मेरी साँसें हैं और मेरी धड़कनें
ऐसी गहराइयाँ, ऐसी तनहाईयाँ
और मैं सिर्फ़ मैं
अपने होने पर मुझको यक़ीन आ गया

That Feeling

That Feeling | Poets Arena
My heart began to pump like never before. My throat went so dry that I could gulp gallons of water at that moment. My head was going for some crazy little spins. It was something that I couldn’t even think of in my wildest of dreams.
She came closer to me and said it again.I could see it in her eyes. Continue reading