बेवफा दिल

दिल का क्या है
दिल तो लग जाती है वहां
जहाँ दिल लगाना मुनासिब न हो,
शरतें वफ़ा का ऐसी ही है यारो
दिलको क्यों बेवफा कहें?

हमने तेरे खातिर सनम
दिलको समझाएं बहोत,
उरती पंछी, बहता बादल को देखकर
दिल भी उरना चाहे कभी तो
दिलको क्यों बेवफा कहें?

एक ही ज़िन्दगी है हमारी
तेरे नाम जो कर दी है
तेरे हाथों में है दिल हमेशा
तेरे प्यार में डूबा हुआ है दिल
फिर बेवफाई क्यों करें?

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Now, I Move Up

[This is my Entry to the "Ascension" Short Fiction Contest in Clarity of Night]

[Entry # 87]

Cross Posted in The Writer's Lounge

I came back to consciousness when I felt the soft brushes of the escalator touching me over my jeans. I was standing on the stairs and they were ascending. The earth always moves; but I never sensed it before. How dumb I was! I kept on howling and repenting on my times of yore, when I was stagnant and everything else kept moving – in its own pace. Nothing stopped for me; none stopped for me. I wailed, when I found myself abandoned in life. I saw my people moving ahead and felt left out. I cried. I saw my life stuck in debris of faults, mistakes and losses. I stopped dreaming and I stopped craving for realizing them too. I had no aim in life. I lost all hopes.


This is when I met him – the man of my thoughts. He changed my life completely. He took me by my hands and led me into the world that constantly rotates and revolves. I no more expect people to stop for me and say a few words of praise. Now, I do whatever it takes to materialize my dreams and acquire everyone’s eulogy. How I wish to have met him earlier! He lifted me from the ashes as this escalator is lifting me to the next level. Today is the day I have been waiting for. Today is the day of triumph. I just need to reach the apex and step into a life where the escalators move up – only upwards!

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