Rekindle

Rekindle

rag rag se waqif hona mere fitrat mein nahin
rom rom se jo mukhalat na ho .. woh kaisi muhabat..

I was wondering that if I were to colour you for this holi, which all colours I would use....

should I colour you YELLOW for always bringing a smile on my face & making me feel bright

should I colour u ORANGE for gifting a memorable evening in watching the sunset with you

should I colour u GREEN cuz whenever I look back upon time, I recollect happy moments spent with you that make me calm

should I colour u PINK cuz thats how my body turns at the thought of your sensuous touch

or should I colour u RED for the never ending platonic love that we have for each other

I am still confused..

kabhi kabhi tujhe khone ka ghum bhi hota hai
kabhi kabhi tujhe dauhrane ka mann bhi hota hai
gar ghum hai toh dauhrana kyun
gar ab bhi man hai toh khone ka zikr kyun

ek chiragh jalaya tha humne muhabat ka.. arson pehle.. 

andhiyann aayeen, tufan bhi.. jalta raha, sulagta raha woh chirag.. 

kitni baarishen dekhi usne aur kitna bheega woh chirag.. 

bujha naa woh duniya ki rashm-o-riwaz se aur na dehhka kisi aandhi tufan se... 

jalta raha woh chirag, sulagta raha woh chirag... 

hawa ke jhonkon ne koshish toh ki thi use bujhaneka, par woh apne siddat-e-ehsas se na dagmagaya..

jalta raha woh chirag... 

muddaton baad, uski roshni barkarar hai, aur uska noor bhi.. aur jal raha hai woh chirag.. 

mere aur mere muhabat ka sarfaraz liye, apne noor ko bikherte hue.. jal raha hai woh chirag.. 

jise jalaya tha humne arson pehle... 

Jis saadgi se woh larza tha mere junun-e-muhabat mein, uski bheegi hui rui aaj bhi barkarar hai mere diye hue tel mein... jal raha hai woh.. sulag raha hai woh.. aaj bhi mera muhabat.. usi arson pehle pal mein.. usi arson pehle muhabat mein...

be-tahasha muhabat ki inteha tum ho
ek pyase ki ab-e-hayat tum ho
khusbu jaise bikhr rahe ho gulshan mein
iss khaksar ki jannat-ul-firdaus tum ho

beshaklon ki bazar mein, khud ki tasveer kya bechna.
kafiron ki mehfil hai, imaa ki bat kya karna.