While you were sleeping

While you were sleeping,
I sat by your bed.
I watched you
as you smiled through your dreams.

I traced your perfect shell ear,
Touched every curl
On your little head.

I tried to sleep
But the thoughts of you
Drew me back to your room.

I couldn't resist
The magic which tugged
At my heartstrings
And brought me to your side.

I settled on the floor
Once again.
Back against the wall,
Holding your hand in mine.

While you were sleeping
I fell in love with you all over again.

Bahut Khubsoorat magar saanwli si...

Kahin ek masoom, nazuk si ladki
Bahut khobsoorat magar sanwali si
Mujhay apnay khwabon ki banhoon main paa kar
Kabhi neend main muskurati to ho gi..

Usi neend main karwaten badal kar
Sirhanay se takiya girati to ho gi.

Wohi khawab din ki khamoshi main aa kar
Usay man hee man lubhatay to hongay
Kaii saaz seenay ke, khamoshion main
Meri yaad se jhan jhanatay to hongay..

Woh besakhta dheemay dheemay suron main
Meri dhun main kuch gun gunati to ho gi
Mujhay khat likhnay wo bathi to hogi
Mager ungliyan kapkapati to hon gi...
Qalam haath se choot jata jo ho ga
woh qalam phir say uthati to ho gi..

Mera naam apni kitabon pe likh ker
Woh Danton main ungli dabati to ho gi...
Zuban se kabhi uff nikalti to ho gi
Badan dheemay dheemay sulagta to ho ga
Kahiin k kahiin paon partay to hongay
Zameen pe dupatta larakta to ho ga
Kabhi subah ko shaam kehti ho gi
Kabhi raat ko din banati to ho gi...

Kahin ek masoom, nazuk si ladki
Bohat khoobsorat magar sanwali si

Ek waqeya zara sa..

Barson k baad Dekah ek Shakhs Dil-Ruba sa,
Ab Zehn mai nahi hai per Naam tha Bhala sa

Ubroo khinche khinche se, Aankhein Jhuki Jhuki si,
Baatein ruki ruki si, Lehja thaka thaka sa

Alfaaz they k, Jugnoo Awaaz k safar mai,
Ban jaye Jangalon mai jis tarah Rasta sa

Khuwabon mia Khuwab us k, Yaadon mai Yaad uski,
Neendon mai ghull gaya ho, jese k Rat-jaga sa

Pehley b Log aaye kitne hi Zindagi mai,
Wo her tarah se lekin Auron se tha Juda sa

Tewar The Berukhi Ke Andaaz Dosti Ka
Wo Ajnabi Tha Lekin Lagta Tha Aashna Sa

Kuchh Ye Ke Muddaton Se Hum Bhi Nahi The Roye
Kuchh Zeher Men Bujha Tha Ahabaab Ka Dilasa

Phir Yun Hua Ki Sawan Akhon Men Aa Base The
Phir Yun Hua Ke Jaise Dil Bhi Tha Aablaa Sa

Ab Sach Kahen To Yaron Hum Ko Khabar Nahi Thi
Ban Jayega Qayamat Ek Waqeya Zara Sa

Do putle..

Aisa Karna...
Ke Chand Sey Kuch Matti Lana
Us Mein Se Do Putley Banana

Ek Tumharey Jaisa
Ek Merey Jaisa

Un Putlon Ko Phir Tum Tor Dena

Un Se Phir Tum Do Putley Banana
Ek Tumharey Jaisa
Ek Merey Jaisa

Ta Ke

Kuch Kuch Tum Main Hum Reh Jayen,
Kuch Kuch Hum Main Tum Reh Jana

I believe in you....

You breathe
New life begins
You speak
And my world makes sense
That's how it is
When it comes to You

Your mercy has no end
You're more than just a friend
It amazes me
You feel the way you do

I believe in you
And nothing less
I believe in you
Can't help myself
You're all the hope
The reason that I need

I believe in you
Just because
I don't need no one
To prove your love
For all that I have seen
It's easier for me
To believe in you

You are so beautiful
You are the miracle
That dries the tears
Heals a wounded heart
And it's so clear to see
Your hand in everything
You are there for me
There to see me through

Through the fire
And through the rain
I know Your love for me
Will never ever change

I believe in you
And nothing less
I believe in you
Can't help myself
You're all the hope
The reason that I need

I believe in you just because,
I don't need no one
To prove your love
For all that I have seen
It's easier for me to believe in you

Wishful thinking...

Sometimes I wish . . .
I could be a star,
I 'd shine down on you
And brighten up your midnight sky . . .

Sometimes I wish . . .
I could be the moon,
I'd light your way
And guide you through
the night . . .

Sometimes I wish . . .
I could be the wind,
I'd blow my breeze upon you
And cool your warm nights . . .

Sometimes I wish . . .
I could be all these
So that some way, somehow
I could be near you even for a moment . . .

Sometimes I wish . . .
I could be all these
Just for you . . .

The touch of the master's hand

It was battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
Hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"

"Three dollars once, three dollars twice,
Going for three". . . but no!
From the room far back a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet,
As sweet as an angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its bow.
"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand.
What changed its worth?" Swift came the reply:
"The touch of the Master's hand."
And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd
Much like the old violin.

A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on,
He's going once, and going twice -
He's going - and almost gone!
But the MASTER comes, and the foolish crowd,
Never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul, and the change that's wrought
By the touch of the MASTER'S hand.