Who Am I?

I am mud
Shaped by creativity
Left to make history

I am blood
Running vigorously
Carrying pain immensely

I am heart
Filled with dreams
Hiding away all the screams

I am brain
Thinking intensively
Searching for reality

I am soul
Different from others
Fighting with its own demons

I am light
Running through the dark
Glowing with my own spark

I am feet
Tied up with chains
Still dancing in the rain

I am body
Covered with scars
Still shinning like a bright star

I am smile
Resembling a crescent
Treating your pains as a depressant

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Don’t be Beautiful

They keep on saying that beautiful is something a girl needs to be. But honestly? Forget that. Don’t be beautiful. Be angry, be intelligent, be witty, be klutzy, be interesting, be funny, be adventurous, be crazy, be talented-there are an eternity of things to be other than beautiful. And what is beautiful anyway but a set of letters strung together to make a word? Be your own definition of amazing, always.That is so much more important than anything beautiful ever.

Me without You

Me without you is like,
Rainbow without colors.

Me without you is like,
Pizza without cheese.

Me without you is like,
Flowers without fragrance.

Me without you is like,
Lyrics without music.

Me without you is like,
Sun without shine

Me without you is like,
Writer without words

Me without you is like,
Heart without feelings

Me without you is like,
Body without soul

Construction in Renovation

She is the light that flickers
A soul filled with glitters

She is art made as abstract
A beauty that attracts

She is a lady with vision
A soldieress on a solo mission

She is a mystery which never unfolds
A story that remains untold

She is a hustler making history
A woman achieving her victory

She is a wanderer searching for peace
An ocean with a dazzling breeze

She is a star shooting for moon
A galaxy filled with all the blooms

She is a fierce storm
A destruction causing no harm

She is a beautiful innovation
A construction in renovation

That’s my Fault!

That’s my fault!
You promised;
I fulfilled!
That was my fault.

You demanded;
I pampered!
That was my fault.

You became sad;
I cried!
That was my fault.

You came close:
I let you!
That was my fault.

You wanted togetherness;
I left my independence!
That was my fault.

You wanted love;
I showered
That was my fault.

You wanted medicine;
I gave you kisses!
That was my fault.

You wanted my soul;
I died!
That was my fault.

But at the end I know one thing-
You used me;
Still I LOVE YOU!
That’s my fault

Illusion

MAYBE Maybe, You created the magic with your eyes,
Or, Maybe, They became magical with entry of love.

Maybe, You held my hand tightly,
Or, Maybe, Our hand got locked together.

Maybe, You made a room in my heart,
Or, Maybe, I made that for you.

Maybe, Memories still knock at that door,
Or, Maybe, I let them do so.

Maybe, 2 am automatically gets to know everything,
Or, Maybe, I tell it everything.

Maybe, I write something about you,
Or, Maybe, My heart relates it to you.

Maybe, My heart has stopped loving anyone,
Or, Maybe, It stills love you.

Maybe, You read the full script of love,
Or, Maybe, You only read the starting part.

Maybe, You will return back,
Or, Maybe, You won’t see me again.

Maybe Love is dying,
Or, Maybe, Its taking a re-birth.

Maybe, We are living,
Or, Maybe, We are dying bit by bit.

Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun

 

Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun

Bulleya to me, I am not known

Na main momin vich maseetaan
Na main vich kufar diyan reetaan
Na main paakaan vich paleetaan
Na main moosa na firown

Not a believer inside the mosque, am I
Nor a pagan disciple of false rites
Not the pure amongst the impure
Neither Moses, nor the Pharoh

Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun
Bulleya! to me, I am not known

Na main andar ved kitaabaan
Na vich bhangaan na sharaabaan
Na vich rindaan masat kharaabaan
Na vich jaagan na vich saun

Not in the holy Vedas, am I
Nor in opium, neither in wine
Not in the drunkard’s intoxicated craze
Neither awake, nor in a sleeping daze

Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun
Bulleya! to me, I am not known

Na vich shaadi na ghamnaaki
Na main vich paleeti paaki
Na main aabi na main khaki
Na main aatish na main paun

In happiness nor in sorrow, am I
Neither clean, nor a filthy mire
Not from water, nor from earth
Neither fire, nor from air, is my birth

Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun
Bulleya! to me, I am not known

Na main arabi na lahori
Na main hindi shehar nagauri
Na hindu na turak peshawri
Na main rehnda vich nadaun

Not an Arab, nor Lahori
Neither Hindi, nor Nagauri
Hindu, Turk, nor Peshawari
Nor do I live in Nadaun

Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun
Bulleya! to me, I am not known

Na main bheth mazhab da paaya
Ne main aadam havva jaaya
Na main apna naam dharaaya
Na vich baitthan na vich bhaun

Secrets of religion, I have not known
From Adam and Eve, I am not born
I am not the name I assume
Not in stillness, nor on the move

Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun
Bulleya! to me, I am not known

Avval aakhir aap nu jaana
Na koi dooja hor pehchaana
Maethon hor na koi siyaana
Bulla! ooh khadda hai kaun

I am the first, I am the last
None other, have I ever known
I am the wisest of them all
Bulleh! do I stand alone?

Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun
Bulleya! to me, I am not known