Just an attempt at this.. :) 

main banoo re tohri daasi,

ye aankhen hai tohri pyaasi.

aavat hai toh pe maan kya kahoon,

rahe tu jahaan, ek aadh main rahoon.

toh pe pyaar hai ya vishaal nadi,

meetha bana rahe ye sadi dar sadi.

baas baaje hai jahaan tere bol,

chedo na, dwaar to khol.

aayi re, mann ke awaaz pe,

toh ke kadam, chooye re dil pe.

sargam pe mann hamaar chalat hai,

natkhat tohre haat, badi sataati hai.

choodiyaan moh ke anek rang,

lipti rahoon re toh ke ang ang... 

e insaan..

tanhayee ke tum khud hi maalik,

kyun saap paalte rahe tum virana?

kyun chandan bane rahe tum?

utar jayenge ye saap to koi aur base..

e insaan..

banjar me bhi paani mile,

kate hue pairon ko raahat mile,

vish ka vishay chodo,

aage sheher hai bada suhana.... 

Tum Ho Toh

nam hui jo palken meri,

ye teri khushi ki meherbani..

jab aaina dekhta hoon har subah,

to teri muskurahat din bana deti hai..

har mushkil mein jo ro de man mera,

to tum mujhe hasna sikhate ho..

mere muh pe logon ne kabhi na thooka,

peeth peeche baat karte rahe kayar,

tumhari aankhon ne mujhe sab dikhaya..

zameen pe toot ke gir gaya tha,

jab tumne mujhe pairon pe khada kiya..

sab kehte rahe, kisi ne ek na suni,

paagalon ki tarah apni duniya mein mast tha,

thappad maarke kaan dene waale bhi tum hi the..

teri namrata se aankhen bhar aayi dost,

tum nahi hote to kabr pe rone waala koi na hota...  

I was enamoured by your candid beauty,

Your hair being the epitome of panache..

A sweet smile always shone,

with ecstasy floating in the air..

I showered you with cornucopia of love,

relieved you of all weariness..

Your gentle touch on my face,

lit a torch of warmth within my heart..

A trust that could never wither,

A song that could never end,

Collapsed.. in the blink of an eye..

Perhaps, another prey of the malice,

of your pure face, but hideous mind..

You seek for many I know now,

you are succumbed to the gaiety pleasures..

your audacity, to still smile at me,

like nothing ever went wrong...

The abhorrence,

The feeling to see strangulation scars,

on the place which holds my precious gift..

Slitting your veins with the same diamond..

Seeing your pretty face blood stained,

that once showed me the face of love...

Your plea to let go off you,

When I ram my head onto yours,

for betraying my mad love... 

There would be justice to this besetment..

you wouldn't flaunt your protean talent..

but when I ease the knife in your gut,

I'd still love you..

There would be tears in my eyes,

while I lie beside you on the proscenium,

with the blade through my heart,

and the curtains close behind me..

When the night breeze turned into a gentle zephyr,

and when the anvil lost its heat..

I held my lantern high up,

and walked on the rails towards the yard..

I could hear sounds of sniffing..

A crippled dog, black as the night..

Blood oozing out of his nostrils,

as he swore to tear me apart..

I stood my ground, feet felt damp..

He could've chosen to slaughter my face,

but he waited, I felt his wrath..

He barely could stand, but his claws shone..

He neared me, my feet wouldn't move.. 

I trusted the night, it would pass,

I prayed to the stars, my feet dropped dead..

I could hear my mum's sweet lullaby..

Leave me be.. my Fear spoke to him..

My eyes froze, I felt his breath..

His face got closer,

as he whispered his dinner prayer..

I still hoped to live,

until I saw his decayed tail..

It stood like a mighty sword,

Askin me to pray to my Lord..

He slowly slid his claws through my chest,

My mouth gushed thick blood..

I sunk into my own sweat..

He had a wry smile,

I was the end for his ennui that night..

it was the end of my own..

Within twelve waking moments,

Ended my four lettered Life... 

It feels like I know you,

Your actions are from the future..

Time routes itself through my nerves,

and I see you before the time shows itself up...

The result is uncertain..

Everything gets hazy around me,

I just wanted to do good to you..

My mind reviles itself..

My heart pounds with anxiety..

Unanswered questions,

show me the gift of my existence,

They still remain though..

I wanna spare you a moment,

Feel the pain you showed me before,

would you wither?

My hands tremble as I reach out,

I don't want to hurt you anymore...

The guilt is unnerving..

I fail to see happiness...

I fail to see myself in the mirror,

I see what I shouldn't have..

negates all the sweet surprises..

Forces my power out of me.. 

I still live,

Hoping I'd be prepared..

I still live,

cause what matters is my Present...

The future is why I still live.. 

With my eyes open,

I see your tranquil sleep..

Your eyes are closed,

but I know you still see me.. 

The best mirror for my smile,

is your eyes when it gleams..

Kissed by the cool breeze, you dream,

and you smile, knowing that I'm watching you..

Your half awakened eyes,

Your sweet morning smile,

Makes me realize,

We're living our dream... :) 

Its so funny how you get used to different kinds of clocks and watches.. One, always tied to my wrist.. The watch is very dear to me, so I see the time and smile. The one on my cell phone's always 5 minutes slower than my wrist watch. I know it is. What's the point of keeping it 5 minutes slower when you know it? I dunno. There are some facts about time which I could never answer. The clock in my living room. It has a nice pendulum attached, which swings away to glory. This one's 5 minutes faster than my wrist watch. Why? Probably not to miss a serial? Who knows. The famous clock on my workstation. It always tells me when to leave :) 

What I do like the most about time is the fact it's there.. Always. Whether you're lost or not, whether you're happy or sad, whether you're bugged or chirpy, whether you're living or alive, it's there. Always. So there is no point in cursing time. Time would never die nor would it get sick of being there with you. 

Life is just a full circle. 360 degrees of timed beauty. Imagine what would happen 3 o' clock never taught you the "Right" angle of life? Imagine what would happen if the 12 never taught the 6 to stand straight on its feet. We would never have been leaders without time. Time and again time has taught us how to time it right. 

Some people don't have enough time to be themselves. Yes, it's a big thing. I have faced it. Still learning the mystery behind it. My right hand never gets the timing of my left on my synthesizer. One day both would smile at each other when I have the time to time them right. I keep bugging my friends to give me a topic to write, but only when it is time I would realize it's the right thing to write about. Time always heals You, but have you ever tried healing time? Seems funny right? Hmmm.. Guess it is.. Let's just say "Time is an Item which Emits Mite(read Might)"