The Real Me

Ever felt cold, in the warmest of weathers?
Ever felt dead, within a living soul?
I have, 'coz my life serves no purpose
For the real me has long since gone

Pieces of rust are smothering me into ashes
Devouring on my realization of what's left of me
Monotony has surrounded my wishful remains
Smoldering what's left to cleanse my existence

My past is all that I leave behind
As I disperse into particles of dust
Caricatures of what's gone surrounds the air
While sculptures engrave my unwritten script

Defiance is a feature I sorely miss
As I come to terms with the reality
Inscriptions of the world are all I can follow now
For the real me has long since gone

Sarzish

Khuda tere hi vaaste
Main jeeye ja raha hoon
Diye hain jo tune woh raaste
Unhein liye ja raha hoon

Kya rishte kya naate
Sab tujh par hai qurbaan
Hain jo yeh tanha raatein
Na chodoonga inke koi nishaan

Akele hi aaye hain
Akele hi chal denge
Jo rishte na nibhaaye hain
Unse na ab tadpenge

Hothon ki larzish thi
Kashmakash yeh meri
Jo di yeh tumne sarzish thi
Hai ab meri zindagi andheri