I think...I too should...

Today morning when i came to the office..i logged in to check my emails..and i saw he was online too..after a formal good morning wish..we were talking about the blogging and i told him that i read his blog and being "inspired" from his..i experimented to make one of my own too and would publish some of my writings (old ones) on it..he being too modest..did not want to accept that he was a source of my inspiration..but yes he truly has inspired me to write..first in my diary and now on the blog...but when i told him about my experiment...he was eager to read..what ever i had scribbled on my very first blog...and yes not to forget..he is the first one to welcome me to the world of blogs too!!!
Yesterday i thought that i would put some of my writings on the blog and so i kept awake till 12 midnight searching for my old diary..in which i used to write...and finally i got it from the bundle of my old collection of letters and cards from time as old as 1991..really its been many years collecting that "precious" junk..called memories!!!Lets see how successful my first attempt to blogging is..as i will put at least one poem on it today itself...!!!

What am going to write below...was my first attempt to write..and believe me...i had never ever composed anything..though i used to write my dairy sometimes...and there follows an "interesting" incident that brought these lines out of me.
It happened that day that i had a argument with a very dear friend of mine and i was really upset about it. I will not write what was the argument all about. In the college i was sitting all alone in the balcony and a classmate of mine came to me as she had something to share with me..she was in love with a guy and he was leaving for abroad asking her not to keep waiting for him..i could imagine what she would have went through..and i felt sad for her...i really could not sleep that night thinking about that girl and it was storming e from inside..the sleep was no where..and time was past midnight..i could not lay on the bed and could feel the storm in my mind and heart...it was all dark in the room and everybody else was fast asleep...i don't know something happened to me and in the dark itself..i opened a page in my notebook kept on the table and started to write something..till it was early morning i was feeling restless still...and finally i ended my scribbling on the paper in the dark and lay on the bed..and don't know when fell asleep..when i woke up in the morning i had a faint thought that i was writing something in my notebook..and when i opened the page..i had scribbled some hap hazard lines in Hindi..i then arranged those lines neatly on another pages and i was really surprised..a poem was born..i was really amazed when i read it fully..i could not believe i could write this..for me that was like a first child and so very dear..and that to with a special reason...it was "heart born"..though the words are not much deep rooted..it simple plain Hindi..please do tell me..if it did struck a chord in your heart..!!!(But as i do not have hindi font..nor do i know typing in hindi..these are written in Hinglish...)and yes one more favour..all my writings are without any title..and i would be glad if you could suggest something for the title.
My tryst with writing begin thus...

Title: Awaited still

Wafa ki galiyon se guzarte guzarte
kya kya na sahaa, kya karen hum bayaan,
Aahat tumhari thi saath hamare,
yahi soch kar kat ta gaya samaa!

Us chorr pahunche to akele the hum
O' humrahi reh gaye tum kahan?
Wapis un galiyon mein dhoonda bahut,
hamare siwa tumhare kadmon ke mile na nishaa!

Batate jo sabko tumhari bewafai
to hum par hi hasta sara jahaan!
Ki "kya soch kar tumne dil ko lagaya",
na dekha ki dil hai ya pathar wahan!!

Par dil 'gar samajhta itni si baat
to milta na humko aisa mukaam
Milta jo humko pyaar tumhara,
to jeet lete hum bhi saraa jahaan.

Magar kya karen ab akele hain hum
ab jayen bhi to jayen kahan?
Na tum na hum bhi yeh janen
taqdeer se mile to milenge kahan!

(written on May 26, 1999 time : past midnight)