Vishal's sphere: Najanay..

Vishal's sphere: Najanay..: "Najanay kyun tum jab dekho to aasmaan khul jaye..Najanay kyun tum jab hasso to mera jahan tham jaye..Najanay kyun tum jab baat karo to yeh d..."

Najanay..

Najanay kyun tum jab dekho to aasmaan khul jaye..

Najanay kyun tum jab hasso to mera jahan tham jaye..

Najanay kyun tum jab baat karo to yeh dil bas sunta jaye..

Najanay kyun tum jab saath ho to mera waqt hi badal jaye..

Najanay kyun main kuch aur na dekhna chahun..

Najanay kyun tumse ladd kar main khud se hi ladd jayun..

Najanay kyun kuch aur iss dil ko na bhaaye..

Najanay kyun mera din aur raat tumhare khwaab main hi samaaye..

Najanay kaisa imtehaan hai yeh zindagi ka..

Najanay kaisa sanata hai itne kareeb hone pe..

Najanay kaisa doorr hai yeh jahan hum ek na ho paaye..

Najanay kaisa masla hai yeh jo hum samajh na paaye..

Vishal's sphere: Random

Vishal's sphere: Random: "Sitting in a chair..Near the stair..All I see is a glare..And everything seems to be a nightmare..Which takes me nowhere..But I never despai..."

Vishal's sphere: Feelings

Vishal's sphere: Feelings: "Feelings that never break..put you on stake..and when you are not fake..heart says whatever it might take..one feels the ache..and is always..."

Vishal's sphere: few thoughts..

Vishal's sphere: few thoughts..: "Sitting by the window pane..In a chair of cane..wind taking its turn..songs bringing in some rain..soothing heart and brain..thinking about ..."

few thoughts..

Sitting by the window pane..

In a chair of cane..

wind taking its turn..

songs bringing in some rain..

soothing heart and brain..

thinking about what has never been thought of..

feelings that might never drain..

accepting everything without showing any pain..

sometimes don’t feel like having grain..

but this doesn’t make me refrain..

love is no gain..

just the joining of the two remain..

don’t just rein..

its understood by arcane..

life seems to be so plain..

even though its in fast lane..

eyes closed from the strain..

mood changes again and again..

just don’t complain..

what can i sustain..

or retain..

blood rushing in the veins..

ready to come out in a fountain..

life has its own blain..

there’s nothing I can obtain..

there’s nothing I can contain..

everything is in a chain..

feels like life in a slain..

there’s nothing insane..

mind looks for some cocaine..

which shouldn’t be a constrain..

don’t look with disdain..

there is something i want to ascertain..

its no campaign..

can i catch a plane..

to be out of this domain..

without any champagne..

it all ends in a frame..