Saturday, April 24, 2010

Gazal...

taking off those corase cloaks

underneath the sun bare bodies flock

hanging from a string of words

the verse bleeds, the rythm chokes

no sky no earth no clouds to see

clinging to a piece of rock

no open sea no stream no lake

tantalising, my tears mock

bereft of blood how do i write

my pen "Mirage" is a dired up stock.

Friday, April 23, 2010

listen...

shhhh...
koi nahi hai.
shh shh...
theres no one.
shhhhhh...
have u gone mad? there is no one.
there is, there is...
and who exactly?
stop talking and listen.
faltu time nahi hai mere paas.
koi hai...
kaun hai?
listen...
to whom? to what? where?come on lets have dinner and lets go to sleep. i had a long day today and tommoro wont be any better.
there is something, can you not hear it? its crawling in through our closed doors and window panes. its creeping up the walls. its filling our senses. can you not hear it?
you are not feeling well, here hav something.
no m not hungry.
for god sake stop this nonsense.
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m goin to sleep.
goodnight sweetie.
are you not coming?
no.
fine.
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An Earthquake rocks the capital during midnight.
300 feared dead, thousands missing.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

yun hi...

roz subha bister ki salvaton ki tarah
kuch ehsaas bhi mai
sahej deti hun
kahin koi bahar wala
gar hhar me jhanke
to koi kissa
mere chere par
dikhayi na de
koi aahat kisi salvat ki
sunayi na de

concentric spirals

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