Manzil Ki Talaash

Sab Kuch Toh Paa Liya Hai,

Phir Bhi Dil Bechain kyun hai ?

yeh Kaisi anjaani khalish Hai

iska ehsaas din-rain kyun hai?

Ek nayi Manzil ki firaaq mein

Mann bhatakta hai darbadar

Ab bhi adhura lage yeh kaarwaan

Ki mila nahin mere khwaabon ka Nagar

Zinda Hoon fir bhi Bejaan sa kyun hoon?

Dil ka haal Jaan Kar Bhi

Dil ki baat se Itna Hairaan sa Kyun hoon?

Aaram ka yeh waqt hai ,par Aaram ki Aadat Nahin

Awarapan ko Gale Laga Lun, Aisi Meri fitrat Nahin

Manzil ki tishnagi mein, Safar ka maza bhul gaya

Awarapan se bhaagte bhaagte

Main waakai awara ho gaya

Manzil Khud chalkar Aaegi Mera Dil Mujhse yeh Kehta Hai

Jis Nagar Ki Talash Thi ab vahin par Tu rehta Hai

Bechainiyon se mat ghabra woh Teri betaabi hai

Apne dil ki Sun Le, Saccha  vahi Tera Humrahi hai

Woh Kehta Hai manzil ki mat Soch Manzil toh tu paa hi Jayega

Par Safar ka lutf uthane ka

Jo mauka ab Aaya Hai

Apni bechaini Mein kho kar

Phir use gavayega

Let it come to Me

Let it come to me.

for long enough have i longed for it.

It can find its way to me.

To the purpose of my life, that i kept looking for,

but found no sign, no realization of any kind

I ended up seeing myself, wondered how was I blind.

I know myself now, my mission no matter unknown,

am i to just plough the field where the seeds are already sown?

To this purpose so elusive,

to me that seems exclusive,

I say, Let it come to me,

for long enough have i longed for it.

It can find its way to me.

To the love of  hers that i have yearned for,

but never was i adorned with it.

I was told "I am a Man" 

That my duty, with regards to love ,was to give the same,
that it has been unrequited, 
on no one could I blame.
They say love comes after much delay,
that you don't choose it, it chooses you;
they don't say the fear too is in it's relay,
"What if i end up alone?", 
"What if love refuses you?"
To such a love that's evasive
that yet to me is Persuasive,
I say, Let it come to me,
for long enough have i longed for it.
It can find its way to me.

To the thoughts i struggle to ink
the times when even my mind had to blink.
At times i never found the words to express,
that would to your mind seductively caress.
And the other i found the words but not the flow,
it all seemed scattered, pointless and pathless,
Alas! at the end the plot was lost, no further could I  go.
At times such, you meet ,your own visage that's insecure
it shows that it's concerned, but it's all a charade.
"Have I lost my touch and talent? Is my heart less pure ?"
with these thoughts the mind makes way
for the overthinking fearful mind's parade.
I struggle while inking, not while thinking.
I recall the struggle being ephemeral,
letting my mind delve deeper,
to create something surreal and ethereal,
and my mind appears as the victorious reaper.
To the thoughts i wish to ink,
to the words through which i aim to create a link,
I say, Let it come to me,
for long enough have i longed for it.
It can find its way to me.

Let it come to me, 
for long enough have i longed for it.
It can find its way to me.