Yun hi...

meri kalam, teri kalam,
kya fark hai zubaano me;
wo ashq kya, lahu nahi,
wo syahi nahi jo lafzon me;
wo seher kya, wo shaam kya,
kya fark hai paimaano me;
wo jaam kya jo na ho zeher,
jo na jal uthe maikhano me;
kya aaj kya hai kal kahan,
is pal se usko rashq hai;
mai aaj hun yakin nahi,
jo hai wo shayad aks hai.

one last effort

Tears, that half stop in my eyes
Shreds I snatch and scratch all around
My face I hide behind the veil
As I listen to the haunted sound

Tonight again the color altered
The light split in seven sounds
As my day dressed as groom
Married my night in seven bounds

Scratches became scars yet show
And bleed enough for them to hound
Those trickles I still hold in my eyes
Trickles that will fertile the ground

No no I must hide, burst open myself
Parts torn and sewn for parts to pound
And hang over the seven skies
Split in light and split in sound

BEING HUMAN!

I burst the blisters that cling to my flesh,
To dye the blood, with my frozen hands;
My cracked heels, thawing toes, perform,
A strange barter, between me and sands.

Together we grow, Together we suffer,
Finding our way, through times untold;
Moving past mirages, searching for oasis,
That exists, for we believe, will unfold.

I wouldn’t reach, the desired place,
I was desert, Desert was me;
I still fought on, shifting landscapes,
Churning constantly the cosmic sea.

I knew, the oasis was within me, yet,
Centuries of time to seek and strain;
Becoming the oasis, drop by drop,
Let go the desert, grain by grain.

The eternal moment on the vortex stands,
As the epochs ripple along with lands;
Yet I know, I will transform,
Renouncing the oasis, revealing the sands.

ILLEGITIMATE SANITY...

She sat in the corner of the room,
Gnawing at her words,
Licking at the piece of paper,
Where lay her meaningless rants
Carefully swallowing every crumb
Of her vomit on the page;
Her bare truth, her naked instincts;
An acid that brew her soul as ate her body

Acid that could not be sustained anywhere,
Acid that was not to be borne anywhere,
Acid that was to be, to be.
Acid that she had to be.

She had to scald and seethe
Into acid find retreat, before
She be welcomed back again
To this world, for the sane.

the third world

comma full stop exclamation question mark
visible blank spaces invisible dark places
the alphabet collapses the lines don’t meet
the word blurs on the wet canvas sheet
the lines break off and fall apart
the song is stopped as soon as it starts
they write and sing and they know it not
the Muse is dead the melody lost
no prayers or lamentations heard
no one waits anymore for Noah’s bird

The fear!

It crawls, beneath the skin,
Loosening, lumps of flesh,
Burrowing deeper,
And deeper, And deeper,
Conquering every inch of belief,
My body becomes a battlefield,
In need of victory and,
A desire for defeat,
The last shreds of me,
Begin to feel the siege.
A part of me is left behind.
The Devastated destitute self,
Unyielding, unmoving,
That sits and broods and longs,
But fights not back to reclaim,
Submitted I stand,
Against myself.

तेरी सुबह मेरी रात !

एक बूँद धूप की,
एक बूँद छाँव की,
रात की हांडी में,
सुबह की गरमाई की,
खुशबु .

एक टुकडा आकाश का,
एक टुकडा ज़मीन का,
रात के तंदूर में,
सुबह के कोयले का,
ताप .

एक टुकडा चाँद का,
एक बूँद तकदीर की,
रात के सितार में,
सुबह के संगीत की,
मिठास.

एक हिस्सा बादल का,
एक हिस्सा शरीर का,
रात के प्याले में,
सुबह की झील का,
स्वाद.

एक आंच ख्वाइश की,
एक आंच आज़माइश की,
रात क सांचे में,
सुबह के भगवान् सा,
इंसान.

ME!!!!!!!!!

Suspended notes in the air,
The wave particles resonating,
In volatile frequencies,
Up and down the bow moves,
Mercilessly on the strings,
The force produces the pain,
Felt under the trembling tips,
Of the fingers frozen in one action,
Steadfast over tearing it all out from the heart,
The seamless sound flows through,
A forfeited body.

Helpless 2/Expression/

Strangled; The Expression,

Clutches on wire:

Of self created mesh,

The ends held ;

By fear and distrust.

Death melting into ,

Non-Existance.

Wrapping the collection of bones and muscles,

Set in the chameleonic skin,

With blisters oozing out ,

Dead thoughts.

And a mask called life,

Fixed on the faceless Face...

Helpless!!!!! (1)/Tears/

Another series for all the people who patiently read whatever I say. I dont know but there are times during the day when I feel completely helpless, n the worst part being that my strength becomes my weakness, its momentary though. Through this series all m doing is confessing those moments where a particular strength fails to support me n m rendered defenceless. I wonder if anyone of you felt the same thing.......
But yes in the end you will definately find a flicker of hope or sumthing one can look forward to...There is no sequence to this series, its just a form of confession of where i lost my self followed by recollection of the moments after a little while...So here it is..

The tears trickle down into the glass,
Memories making the drink,
Intoxicating than ever;
I drink all the distance;
Raising the glass to love;
Celebrating the night;

With my love beside...