Writing the Unwritten

बरसातें तो जरूर होगी लेकिन उनमें भीगने वाले हम नही होंगे...  तालिमें भी बहुत होगी लेकिन सीखने वाले हम नही होंगे... कविताएं तो जरूर होगी लेकिन उन्हें लिखने वाले हम नही होंगे...  हमारी तस्वीरें तो काफी होगी लेकिन उनमे दिखने वाले हम नही होंगे। यें बाग यही होगे लेकिन उन्हें को सींचने वाले हम नहीं होंगे...  चीखें तो काफी सुनाई देगी लेकिन चीखने वालें हम नही होंगे... ख्याल तो काफी होगे लेकिन उन्हें बुनने वालों हम नही होंगे... तारीफ़े तो काफी होगी लेकिन उन्हे सुनने वाले हम नही होंगे।

COLD BREEZE... SILENT STREET... QUIET MOUTH, TALKING FEET... STREETLIGHTS SHINING, CRICKETS WHINING... REQUESTING THE NIGHT TO STAY, SORRY, I FORGOT WHAT I HAD TO SAY... -PM

I wish I could tell you how beautiful you looked when we first met. I wish I could bring back that cheerful day, that spectacular sunset. I wish I could buy you that red sweater that you wanted, I wish I could see you again in that denim jacket that you flaunted... I wish I could reverse everything that happened that night, I wish I'd time travel to the past, just if I might... I wish I could see you smiling as before, I wish I could tell you how it hurts me that I can't hold your hand anymore... I wish I could come wherever you went, I wish I could smell again your unforgettable scent. I wish I could have you as my wife, I wish I would not have to wait till my next life. - PM