I love silence, for it never confuses

With words of flattery, with the agony of lost

Nor it makes me feel ashamed,

Its soothing touch, that gentle gaze

And I find solace in all that amaze

I love the silence, for it includes in

All those who can't speak, who won't speak

Where I am never misunderstood

It doesn't judge me for what I say

It knows who I am and how I sway

I love the silence, for it is pure

No anxiety to speak, no fear to lose

The words from the heart, the petals of rose

With all I could, I hold on to you

With all I have, I bet on you ...

Be still, my beating heart,

The darkness looms, it fuels my fear.

Of all the words they choose to say,

Empty echoes, mere child's play.

They weigh no more than hollow air,

No guiding truth resides in there.

Stay calm, my raging heart,

It’s but a fleeting, lucid dream.

I know the burdens you have borne,

That heavy stone, so sharply worn.

Fear not—its weight will come once more,

To test your strength at every door.

Take hope, my weary heart,

The road is long, but here's your start.

The stars still shine, though veiled by night,

They guide the lost with their dappling light.

No storm can last, no shadow stay,

For dawn will always chase away.

Be bold, my fragile heart,

You’ve weathered storms, you've played your part.

Each scar you bear, a tale to tell,

Of battles fought, and how you fell.

Yet here you stand, a living flame,

Unbroken still, despite the pain.

Rise strong, my steadfast heart,

The world awaits—go make your mark.

कोई और है, नहीं तू नहीं

मेरे रु-बा-रु कोई और है

बड़ी देर में, तुझे देख कर

ये लगा के तू कोई और है

ये सुकून कैसा बसा हुआ

ये फ़िराक़ कैसी जली हुई

जो चराग़ बन के चमकता था

वो रौशनी क्यों है बुझी हुई

न वो रंग है, न वो खुशबुएँ

न वो पहला जैसा आशना

ये जुबां तेरे राज़-दार हैं

मेरे हर शब् नाम-इ-निगाह क्यू

मैं सवाल करके थक गया

पर लैब तेरे खामोश हैं

जो शरीक़-इ-दर्द था कल तलक

आज हो क्या क्यों मैं अजनबी

एक आग सी हैहै लगी पड़ी

लपटें सर-ब-सर बिखर रही

फिर बिता के पल कुछ हसीं के यूँ

ये लगा के तू कोई और है

कोई राज़ है, कोई ग़म नया ?

के बिछड़ने का क्या है फ़लसफ़ा ?

ये जो सामने है, ये तू नहीं

मेरे रु-ब-रु कोई और है