वो वक़्त कुछ और था

वो वक़्त कुछ और था, जब आँखे खोलते तेरी तस्वीर नज़र आती थी, 
अब तेरा नाम सुनना भी गवारा नहीं, 

बदल गया है वक़त पर मुक्कदर नहीं बदला, 
आशिक़-मिजाज़ हम तब भी थे,
आशिक़ मिजाज़ हम अब भी है, 
फर्क बस  इतना है, अब लम्हों से मोहब्बत करना सिख लिया हैं  हमने !   

Author: Ashish Saket 

What is love?

Love is like a delicate bird,
If you hold it tightly it dies.
If you hold it lightly, it’s sure to fly
Away Right in front of your eyes


Love is like a rainbow,
That falls far away into a pot of gold.
We find ourselves searching
But the adventure can surely become old.

Love is a story,
Awaiting to be told,
Love is a river,
Flowing between the hill
Gentle and calm, current almost still.

Love is a rushing water fall
With tremendous currents busting at freewill
Love is the definition of triumph
The synonym of pain
The joy of a broken heart
To know that you once loved
The sorrow of a young woman
Who’s spirit never rose above.


Love is the warmth
You feel from your glove.
It is the battle of your life
That only few seem to win
And the majority that seems to lose
Never wants to begin again
You’ll never know love
Until you experience it both ways
The joy and happiness
And also the horrible sad days
Don’t Love?
No don't Love Two,
But Love One who always Loves YOU


- Written by: Topher Alionto

क्यूंकि चलना ही सिखा था हमने लड़खड़ा कर

वक़्त बर्बर था, राहे थी मुश्किल
साथ थे हमारे अपने, और बहुत दूर थी मंजिल
कयास नहीं था कोई थाम लेंगा गिरने पे हमे,
क्यूंकि चलना ही सिखा था हमने लड़खड़ा कर,

मेरे अपनों ने भी साथ छोड़ दिया,
बस ये समझ कर कहीं हम सहारा न मांग ले,

फिर वक़्त ने ली एक हसीं अंगडाई,
हम फिर उन्ही राहों में दौड़ने लगे,

अब न कोई अपना है न पराया,
कोई साथ हैं तो बस राहगीर      

Ashish Saket
 

In search of another sky

Life was ruthless and I was quiet,

Roads were dark and there was no plight,

Silence was profound and everything was numb.

When life took a turn, and shackles were shunned,

The dawn of hope pierced the darkness,

Was it a myth or mystic charm ,

That steered my heart and enlightened my soul.

I trampled the earth and walked on the desolate road,

The gusty winds blew past-by,

And I hovered in search of another sky.

Ashish Saket

Down the Memory Lane

Strolling down the memory lane,

I met her on the lonely road once again,

It was the dream I never dreamt.



I stood on the path, and she just walked like that,

I couldn't speak, as if it wasn't a dream,

Though distance was less, but our souls were far.



Now on those roads existed the smoke,

just reminiscence of fire,

Love was farce and loneliness was truth,

And all I own is a deep remorse.


Ashish Saket

The Tragic Tale

I had a dream, it seemed so real you shot me in my heart, i got back up

but i realized now, that it's trueyou shot me so deep, the bullet remains

I'm still living with it there, bleeding I'm bleeding inside, still, day after day

living with the bullet that you shot in mebarely standing, barely living, bleeding

but that wound is not the only one I have more left, each with a different gun

different people shoot me, and yet I standbearing all the bullets that are put in me

but the worst part isn't them there, bleedingthe worst part is, I'm bleeding alone.

Never Give All the Heart

Never give all the heart, for love

Will hardly seem worth thinking of

To passionate women if it seem

Certain, and they never dream

That it fades out from kiss to kiss;

For everything that's lovely is

But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.

O never give the heart outright,

For they, for all smooth lips can say,

Have given their hearts up to the play.

And who could play it well enoughIf deaf and dumb and blind with love?

He that made this knows all the cost,

For he gave all his heart and lost.