हार

आज फिर कुछ लिखने का मन किया 

दवात में भिगोई हुई कलम उठाई 

अलफ़ाज़  तो लिखे अरमान न लिख पाए

इस दिल के सामने आज फिर हारा ये दिमाग

आज फिर कुछ लिखने का मन किया 

नवीन तिवारी 

याद

बिखरते रहते थे तुझे याद करके!

बरसते रहते थे ये अश्क के बादल तुझे याद करके!!

बातें तो मरने की किया करते थे!

आज जी भी नहीं पाते तुझे याद करके!!

Without Name

was adam true to eve!

i can't even say the same!!

strolling in the fields were fun!

now it feels like unbearable pain!!

Its Strange

Its Strange,

Why is pain so easily found and peace so rare...

i want to flow with you like water in a river,

be so close that you cant make me from you and i cant make you from me..

its strange i find peace in the loudest of places,

ear deafening voices in graveyard silence.....

Its Strange

Perplexity Of Mind

I have realized that there is a void, an endless hole in the soul that I carry wound in flesh, fed with my blood, and here I see my past slowly drifting away alike the bank of river and the future seems distant more than it should have been, with blurring images of all my friends family and foes. How to fulfill this void, a question rather unanswered, down the darkest lays the answer to the most innate fears. Can I survive this?

Memoirs of Lost Love

A hundred days had made me older,

Since i last saw your pretty face.

A hundred light had made me colder,

and i dont think i can feel the same.

Me and You

I chose to stay indifferent when you gave me such beautiful mates, I chose to be weak when you were there to be all the strength, I hate this life when you were there to love me, for me sin is a way I can be closer to you, if you forgive my sinister soul, I can be greatful though.