Zendagi Migzara

महफ़िल मे तेरी हम ना रहे जो ग़म तोह नहीं हैं किस्से हमारी नज़दीकियों के कम तोह नहीं हैं कितनी दफा सुबह को मेरी तेरे आँगन मे बैंठे मैंने शाम किया चन्ना मेरेया मेरेया चन्ना मेरेया मेरेया चन्ना मेरेया मेरेया बेलिया ~ channa mererya ~ amitabh bhattacharya She loved being back in Delhi. It wasn’t the best thing to say to other people or even for that matter for her to accept it for herself. After all Delhi no longer had the colonial-mughal romanticism associated with it, it was no longer just a city steeped in history and abound with mouth watering street eats. It was (unfortunately) more than just the butter dripping Parantha’s from paranthe waali galli or the heartfelt patriotism seeping into you as you stared at the India Gate.Visitors unfortunately no longer describe the beauty of the long stretch of Rajpath or are in awe of the domes of the Rashtrapati bhavan or the tall minarets and high arches of the Jama Masjid. Not to say that the inherent

We shared a life You and I Our dreams, fears and playlists We went from conversations that lasted whole nights To a dawn where we no longer speak. We shared a home, You and I Choose curtains, pillow covers & lampshades. We went from unpacking carton boxes with our stuff together To labelling them with separate addresses. We shared our travels You and I Selecting destinations, flights & hotels. We went from spending weeks planning together To solo vacations, for soul searching. We shared a friendship You and I Cackling laughter over nonsensical jokes & many cups of chai. We went from being best friends To you never wanting to ever talk to me again. We shared peace You and I The kind found when staring at stars or gazing at the sea. We went from feeling deep contentment, To, me : immense guilt, and you : hatred. We shared love You and I, The one we fought so hard to keep and t he one that I broke. W