When Time Runs Out

When time runs out and your heart needs to say so much more
But the heart that should hear it is gone now forever
And you are left with a raw nagging sore.

Then reach for your paper, your pen and your candle
And write though your heart it would burst.
No fears now restrain you; no judgment; no mock;
Write of your best, of your worst.

When your soul is then drained of its deepest regret
Then hold your true paper to the candle's clear flame
That thought-laden smoke might reach to that heart
And ashes, a symbol of love, yet remain.

Fall Has Arrived

The gush of wind blew my hair,
Straight up to the unforgiving air.
Fall was peaking around the trees,
Leaves would pile high, 
soon up to my knees.
Hello orange, yellow, and red, 
goodbye green,
Bye-bye June, July, and August, 
hello Halloween.
The warmth is gone and won

A lost soul trapped in a desert mind .

A lost soul trapped in a desert mind .

Seeking for love that it once have left behind .

Black spots in the heart .

Tearing the soul apart

Fears from the deep .

Nightmares in the sleep .

Shadows and darkness .

Fills up the soul with pain .

Their eyes shows you their complain .

It reflects their suffering soul .

Thru the eyes you can see the black hole .

Breaking thru beside the heart .

Waiting to break the soul apart .

A broken soul covered with ice.

A twisted mind that never dies

Filled up with hate and lies

You can hear the angels cries

About faith and hope they sing

Trying to repair the broken wing

A broken heart pushed to the side

Cover the pieces and try to hide

A fake mask with a fake smile

Shining thru a long mile

A fake voice with a weak noise

A lost human with a choice

To lift the voice and sing it back

With a strong noise and remove the black

To spread the wings and get ready to fly

Before the faith and happiness die

To Find the soul , before it falls into the hole

To fight to the end and reach the goal

To find the balance and stay whole

The desert mind with a trapped soul

I'M A BUTTERFLY

I'M A BUTTERFLY

You toss me up
You pull me back
You take my life
Tell me I lack
Why raise my hopes
Why make me dream
When in the end
It's all a scheme
Can't you see me?
Don't you even care?
I need to fly
Take off in the air
Let me break free
shed my pail coccoon
Please let me be
I'm a butterfly
Do you love me
Then let me fly
I'll break away
Please do not cry
The air is clear
The stars my guide
I'm running free
Never to hide

Insha ji ! uThTho ! ab kuuch karo

Insha ji ! uThTho ! ab kuuch karo

Insha ji ! uThTho ! ab kuuch karo, is sha'hr meN jii kaa lagaanaa kyaa
vahshii ko sukuuN se kyaa matlab, jogii kaa nagar meN Thikaanaa kyaa

is dil ke dariidaa-daaman ko dekho to sahii, socho to sahii
jis jholii meN sau chhed hue us jholii ko phailaanaa kyaa

shab biitii, chaaNd bhii Duub gayaa, zanjiir paRii darvaaze meN
kyuN der gaye ghar aaye ho, sajnii se karoge bahaanaa kyaa

us husn ke sachche motii ko ham dekh sakeN, par chhuu na sakeN
jise dekh sakeN par chhuu na sakeN vo daulat kyaa vo Khazaanaa kyaa

us ko bhii jalaa dukhte hue man, ik sholaa laal bhabhuukaa ban
yuN aaNsuu ban beh jaanaa kyaa, yuN maaTii meN mil jaanaa kyaa

jab sha'hr ke log na rasta dekheN, kyuN ban meN na jaa vishraam kare
diivaanoN kii sii na baat kare, to aur kare diivaanaa kyaa

aur to koi bas na chalega hijr k dard k maron ka

aur to koi bas na chalega hijr k dard k maron ka
subah ka hona dubhar kar dein rasta rok sitaron ka

jhuthe sikon mein bhi utha dete hain aksar sacha mal
shaklen dekh k sauda karna kam hai in banjaron ka

apni zuban se kuch na kahenge chup hi rahenge ashiq log
tum se to itna ho sakta hai pucho hal becharon ka

ek zara si bat thi jis ka charcha pohuncha gali gali
ham gumnamon ne phir bhi ehsan na mana yaron ka

dard ka khna chikh utho dil ka taqaza waza nibhao
sab kuchh sehna chup chup rahna kam hai izzatdaron ka

Log har mor pe ruk ruk key sambhalty kyun hain,

Log har mor pe ruk ruk key sambhalty kyun hain,

Itna dartay hain tu phir ghar se nikaltey kyun hain,

Main na koi jugnu hon na diya na chand,

Phir roshni waly mere naam se jaltey kyun hain,

Jab neend se mera ta’alluk hi nahi barson se,

Khawab aa aa k meri palkon pe tehltay kyun hain,

is mein mosam ka qasoor hai ya logon ka,

Log mosam ki tarhan pal bhar mein badaltey kyun hain