In and around this place called life
there is a "some where" I some times see
some where beyond everything
that which is known to me but not so familiar
which is Genuine but feels less real
is true yet so hypothetical
It appears so close yet feels very far
Is in front of my eyes but seems bizzare
Is always with me but just not together
Is all about me yet more about the other
has grown so old but still is a bit naive
It comforts but drowns me with nostalgia
there is this "some where" I some times see

Around this place when I ramble
I come to places so different they seem so divine
more when I ramble less when I am not
In and around this place called life
when I wander.. some times I have found
There is a "some where".. I call it Happiness.. it is the best place around!

Posted by Rambler on on Friday, August 28, 2009

dabe paon se...
raat jagti hui rahon main
chal pade yeh kadam
jane kahan

kuch bhee na tha kaha
kuch bhee toh na suna
bas chal pade the hum
jane kahan

har waqt guzara tha saath
par tham se gaye jazbaat
kuch yun muh mod kar
jane kahan

achhe they woh dinn
sab they yahin mere paas
fir kar gaye akela mujhko
jane kahan

mayoos hun ya nahin
main yeh janta bhee nahin
ehsaas sabhi kho gaye
jane kahan

laut ke aayun jo kabhi
kya badal payunga main
aaj bas chale jata hun
jane kahan

koi mausam hee tha shayad
jo aaj yun chala gaya hai woh
fir bhee dhoondta rahun usko
jane kahan

khair khuda is baat ko
aaj yahin dafn karta hun
aur apni yadon ko
ab bhula kar kahin chalta hun

saath hamesha rakhne se hasil
na hoga kuch bhee hasrat-e-dil
yeh sufaid dhund ke samaan.. hai aaj toh kal ud jaye kahin
jane kahan... na jane kahan...

- The Rambler

Posted by Rambler on on Monday, June 30, 2008

feels y'day but its been quite long
I have it with me like an unsung song
drawn away by the last goodbuy
the last conversation

the tear that filled my eye
fear filled my wrinkled face
inability to give her some space
the last conversation


remains of the bruised memories
flashes from past, its pain and grief
the assumptions of knowingness
far far away may all this also pass
with the last conversation

so long lasted my foolishness
I could not see this come by
helpless and without a hope
the last conversation

so much I tried to hold on
right in front of me it all fell by
broken ties and a shattered heart
the last conversation

the face to lift my spirits
the eyes to keep me calm
I had to let it go.. I had to let it go
with the last conversation

there is an emptiness inside
nothing could I then retain
just a motionless calm
it was the last conversation...

the last... oh it couldn't last... the last conversation... .... ....

- The Rambler

Posted by Rambler on on Friday, June 27, 2008

there is no where to go
I don't want to be alive
what lies ahead is ruined by what lies behind
my tomorrow is a slave of yesterday's white lies

but probably I am dead already
not if to breathe is called being alive
for all the other reasons I know
I was dead before I could realise

give me a second chance dear God
my life, let me rearrange
but do u think it would make any difference
or would I just be wasting my time again...

- The Rambler

Posted by Rambler on on Wednesday, March 12, 2008