Chahat

चाहत का इज़हार,
मुश्किल लगता है मुझे हमेशा 

इसीलिए मेरे  इज़हारों  के कतार में 
चाहत गुम जाती है

महफ़िल सज जाती है इज़हारे-नुमाइश की,
लेकिन अरसे बीत जातें है
दिल की बात आँखों तक नहीं उतरती.

कैद रह जाती है तो सिर्फ
कुछ दर्द और कुछ एहसास...

क्योंकि इज़हारे चाहतों को ढूंढ नहीं पाती
इसीलिए चाहत बरक़रार रहती है. 

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Aaj phir tum yaad aaye

आज फिर तुम याद आये... बारिश में बंधी ख्वाहिश धूल चुकी है अभी काफिरों की जंगल में मुहब्बत के पीर ढूंढ लाने की फरमाइश पूरी नहीं होगी कभी. आत्माओं का मिलान, कशिश भरी बातों की गुज़ारिश से सिमट गयी है साँसें चल रही है क्योंकि तुम्हे खुश देखने की ख्वाहिश कभी डूबेगी नहीं.

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Jhaank kar dekho zara

Jhaank kar dekho zara

Koi aa raha hai kya?

Barish hai barson ke baad ki

Baras rahi hai, taras rahi hai...

Meri jhoonki hui nazron ko

Padhne ki khwahish jo rakhte hai

Un nazron se nazrein milna mushkil hai

Par jab hazaron bundon ki awaz

Jhapent-ti hui aati hai

Garajti hai haasiyon ke aad mein

Unko tab na pukaar paane ka dard

Tut padti hai...

Barson ki pyaas yaad dilati hai

Jab meri saanson ki awaz suniayi nahi deti

Tab har ek saans ke sannaaton mein

Tum sun sakte ho…

Mein baras nahi sakti tumhaare liye

Yeh yaad karati hai.

Seeking Answer to Madness

I have seen a bit of me in you I have fought myself with you Seen the grass grow from green to blue Skies turning from blue to red I have hit the road when  The asphalt was still wet I have quietened down my murmur To keep your lips from burning red I have thrown the rain drops away When my hand was not yet full I have kept their wetness with me still So our hands could stick from falling When the walls are being painted black With shadows of covers, clothes and cosmopolitanism I have kept the black beads of the pearl to Still catch some of the lightness of the rainbow Why is it so hard then to build a house For two dark souls and with a thatched roof? Why is it so hard to just let the sunlight Catch a tiny glimpse of the raindrops? In my hand, just once? Just once? So we can sleep on a quiet hay of Rainbow and murmurs? Just a tiny bit? You must be wondering… What the hell am I talking about! And I wonder… just wonder How long are we going to wonder… Am I too bold? Am I too right? Am I too sharp to see through That these lines are not ready for this world? Am I too hard to get through? Or am I just plain intelligent enough to See that two extraordinaries are caught In one ordinary world trying to find A flick of rope with a label that will say... We are not Mad!

Soldier Seeking

Wall consuming brick and mortar 

Cementing in the last ounce left in you

Files and dot coms,

Myriad numbers to fall in line

Taking the cudgels of the cause

To feed the money grinding machine…

And let the deserted field see one more season

Of the grazing ground, fast fading into 

Cracked wrinkles of the desolate earth.

Gather around, fall in line!

Don't look down, don't look up

March to the Temple where the

War for redemption will swell up

Hut! Say Hut! Take that crutch and take it to the Temple

Where you will redeem your Medal!

Grovel in mud - Attaboy! Grovel harder!

Beg-steal-borrow. But don't let that crutch go!

You're a soldier with no redemption

Nein sorrow, nein pain - nein Fear.

You're going to be brave 

Pushed into the alter of martyrdom.

No pyre, no statues, no rewards waiting

Only an unending war of the worlds

Till you seek for redemption

Outside the Temple, 

Into the grazing wild.

Don't know what to name it. So I name it 'Dilemma'

I'm ready to breathe out in the open

But stifling me inside the air goes out

Taking my fear, my sorrow, my trouble,

While i'm sitting here by the edge of the world.

I'm aware of the space outside -

But know how short lived it is;

Tearing through my veins is the burst of breath

Of a galactic murmur that's unheard, that's dormant…

What is more painful than the sound of heaving leaves

And panting breeze outside your portico;

Your portico of gasps and gashes,

For this is where you started to breathe when you were born

And this is where you will be - when you're gone

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Today

Today the sky broke

The lightning struck 

The thunder faded and yet

The stench of heat remained.

Words pelted and thoughts groaned

Eyes shuttered, lips smacked...

But the sky remained pitch black 

Croaking under the blackness

Of the shrouded cove

Tries and trials clashed 

In their eternal marriage of

A vagabond life;

Where no peace, no hope, no light

Can enter the orifices of pale words...

Today the world spoke,

The earth shook, spat and curdled

And anti-death woke into anti-life

As night slithered into day.

Monologue of Dominance: To A Woman

Lady, you're in my parlor now -
Come ye most precious and fair!
Let me put some pins in your hair,
Bead them up and shine them bright
And tie them up to the dark night


O come hither my darling, to me,
My arms of dazzling delights,
Come here and you shall find
Fair weather blossom kissing them
To woo the gentlemen and the knights


Come my lady, let me lay a hand on you -
Let me, O let me add a blush for you;
A blush made of fire and blood,
O let me pour them on those bossom
of heaving souls, young and old


Hark ye the slander, the soulless
Voice of defender, blindfold thy
Heart to hide the secrets meandered
For I've got the scarf of disguise
To wrap your Lady Consience to demise!


No my lady! Don't be so startled
Question your inner quiverings
And you will find, the ageless
Cravings of sqeezing spasms
That runs this world asunder


Kind, O how kind my lady's eyes are,
What a blasphemy in the scene 
Of this hour. I'll put my potion
boiling at once! And begone those
Seeds of dunce. 


And here we are, my sisters at aid -
Shame, Lust, Sex and Power: My slaves.
We stain the warps of Time and Minds
And feed the reaps to the foetus of
my Goddess... for she's wilfully blind


Blind and Beautiful! Hail the deity
Of the infinite divine,
The eternal bind of Mankind!
Builder and sustainer of 
Hearths and sanity


I toil for Her Godliness
To reap and feed her seed
Blood and fire, brothed out
Of the constant myre of greed
Born of the stain of Time


O how sweet is the taste my dear,
Of thy pure femininity! When I
extract you at Her pyre,
To help the earthlings go
About their frivolity -


Now, now, my lady do not fear,
I'm Greatness incarnate, not a liar!
I toil to be the reason of all reasons
Procurer of the Need and Treason,
My son is Survival


I am God to the Creator, 
Harbinger of elusive Hope,
I keep the illusion of the
Fabric you earthlings cling to
Where you hide and grope


My meddlings keep them busy
And my precious deity
Thrives on the fumes
And fears of the low-lives
That keeps this world spinning


To this you shall aid me woman
For time eternal and serve
To my behest; lend me your strings
To keep men falling, falling to
Grovel and become Orcs 


Orcs of Society - who worship me,
With enslaved sense; lay prostrate,
Before me, my ever consuming holiness,
For I am the Rule by which they survive -
I am Dominance.
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Waiting the Call

There's a path of stones
Strewn with flowers for you
To be tread when you hear the calling

When you hear them spring up,
Call for the living,
Breathing with their bones,

Tell them I'm here...
Here for the hearing, and
I wait with the vessel bearing
The wind of soul

And here I sit to spin the beads
Of toil and fear with the wind
To steer it adieu..

Adieu with the light of your eyes
and begone the gust of your breath
To give my vessel the god-speedness

And I await, my tongue tolling the bells,
With the bait of hope and haste,
Counting the time on the clock of
Future, starting with foreverness
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Procrastination

A wasted morning
A concrete street
You and me sitting here
By the roadside - we're hungry and they're rich


No no no, not homeless...
But a brick and mortar roof we have
That trickles of black sin every night
When we sleep and dream


Of wasted lives, of wasted wars and wasted spirits,
The blackened-sooted-embroidered curtains of our
Painted walls flutter and close in


Do we hear them? Do we hear the the whisper of the
Yonder trees cackling out with the age old shriek -
The call for help that spills over with their dried
Leaves and gets crushed on the concrete


Skylines of the city? Can we feel the stench of the
Their blood that was spilled last night? Can you?
Ah but this is a guarded secret that lay outside and
Not inside these four walls! The guarded secrets!


So well guarded and protected away never ever to
Let penetrate our perfect worlds of wonderings -
'Havings' 'let's haves' 'why nots' - fucking social gatherings!


But why does that stench get to me only?


That ah that I must be insane! These are only bearable to barbarians
Such as me who sometimes lets temptation close in to take a peek into
That neverland of world without walls and punctuations!


A stench is a stench - a disgrace of nature! Shoo them away with a
Man made fragrance! There! Sweep those leaves away and close the
Curtains. That's better now...


Calm... peace... silence... no unfamiliar hauntings of the green-blue nature;
No cries of penance for the spirits who're trapped within


Let's Party, Let's Dance! - I can hear my friends calling: 'Got errands to run tomorrow,'
'Have to shoot somebody tonight,' 'Need to rape my conscience - I'm busy,'
'Get me a drink for god's sake!'


You and me gather ourselves, we walk into the halls to greet the floor,
The wasted people, the wasted crowd, come ye hither to make us proud,
The stench goes away, the leaves swept off -
The only place for salvation is
No place at all.
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