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Posted by The Speaking Wood at 4/28/2015 12:37:00 PM comments (0)

Music masquerades over mundane muses and morphs them mystically, methodically and magically. - The Speaking Wood.



Life n Waves

Posted by The Speaking Wood at 4/25/2015 01:07:00 PM comments (0)

The similarity between life and waves is that there are no ends, only transitions and memories of catching the waves!



F

Posted by The Speaking Wood at 4/05/2015 02:49:00 PM comments (0)

Fake flamboyance, flanked by false fallacies fosters frustration that flaunts hate...while faith finders fight with flair to foster love.



Aur phir

Posted by The Speaking Wood at 4/05/2015 02:47:00 PM comments (0)

Dabi cheekhon ke saayon mein chala chal e dil,
inhi se kal gulistan khilenge, chunenge gunche rahi,
tere kadmon ke nishaan jahan milenge.



The distance

Posted by The Speaking Wood at 2/27/2015 11:03:00 PM comments (0)

Present is the past tense of tomorrow, this reality is the distance between joy and sorrow.



Mera Wajood

Posted by The Speaking Wood at 1/31/2015 09:54:00 AM comments (0)

Khud pe yakeen tha aur nahi bhi
Ek apna aashiyan kaisa bhi kahin bhi
Doosron ki nazorin se dekha jo khud ko
Khud se Sharma gaya mera wajood

Naye sancho mein dhalte dhalte
Zindagi ki raah pe chalte chalte
Apni khamiyon ke saayein mein
Kahin kho gaya mera wajood

Na jane woh kaunsa mukaam hai
Sheher hogi jahan abhi sham hai
Apne haq ki khairaat mangte mangte
Kuch chhil gaya mera wajood

Khud pe yakeen leke chala tha mein
Takkar de kar har thokar ko badha tha mein
Kuch aise ranjish thi thokaron ko mujhse
Ki maar se badal gaya mera wajood

Dard kaisa jab raah mein doston ka saath ho
Taqat milegi dosti se chahe kaise bhi halaat ho
Dosti ke naye chehre ko dekh kar
Darr gaya mera wajood

Darwaza khula sa hai
Har shaksh apni marzi se aata hai jaata hai
Aake na jane walon ke intezaar mein
Dhul mein mil gaya mera wajood


....

Posted by The Speaking Wood at 3/12/2014 07:23:00 PM comments (0)
bekhudi jashne barbadi ki hai
haathon mein to khali jaam hai
yaadon ke shor ki mehfil hai
khamoshi to yoohin badnaam hai


Ehsaas

Posted by The Speaking Wood at 1/05/2014 09:42:00 PM comments (0)


Jhuriyon aur safed balon ne hume yeh sikhaya hai
Kis tarah humne apne waqt ko gavaya hai
Doosron ke adhoore sapno ko apnaya hai
Ilzamo ki kabr mein khud ko dafnaya hai
Aah dab gayi, Rooh tadapti rahi, fana ho gaye,
Phir bhi dost ne kaha tumne kaunsa farz nibhaya hai?


Khayal Part - 2

Posted by The Speaking Wood at 10/27/2013 11:39:00 AM comments (0)
kuch kehne se pehle hazaar baar socha
kuch kehne ke hazaar tareeke soche
kehne se pehle ek aah hi bhari thi
ki toofan aa gaya
alfaaz tham gaye
kahin ghum ho gaye
chup rehna behtar hai hazaar baar socha
chup rehne ke hazaar tareeke soche

....phir kuch kehne se pehle hazaar baar socha

aur yeh silsila ta umr chalta raha...
ab dil kholke kehte hai
na kehne ke pehle na tareeke sochte hai
kabr mein to cheekne pe bhi toofan nahi aate
pehle bhi goonj uthti thi aaj bhi uthi hai

phir fark kya hai...

pehle karwan hua karta tha aur tanhai ka alam
Ab tanhai hai aur yaadon ka karwan...


The Crux

Posted by The Speaking Wood at 10/21/2013 01:46:00 PM comments (0)
What's on my mind is Continuous Contradictions in Communications making Concerns turn into Callousness not out of Compulsion but out of Confused Clarity in Choosing Correctly...was this Comprehensible?


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