Thursday, September 17, 2015


लौ धीमे धीमे बुझ रही है यूँ जैसे साँसे ख़त्म होने को हैं
पर बुझती भी नहीं है, बेचैन है, जैसे अधूरा छूटा हो कुछ

लिपट कर लेट जाऊँगा आज, तुम्हारी ख़ामोशी के साथ।

The Flame almost Dies Panting, yet it Can't,
Restless, as if something remains Incomplete,

Will Lie today with Your Silence in My Arms.

बेख़्वाबी- insomnia

1 comment:

  1. Hmm.. I have very mixed feelings about this one. I think it passes the restlessness of the idea right into the reader, because it doesn't feel complete, or right to me, which, I suppose, completes it in itself. Strange! :P