............

What is it?
if not love.

nothing is true

if it is not true at this
very moment,

nothing is real

if it is not real
in front front me

there is no problem
if I can't look into its eyes

I want the chaos
to destroy everything

a complete helplessness
should prevail

everywhere

nothing should be left
to tell the story of
the sufferings it went through.

love is the trauma
love is the panacea

love is the question and
it is the answer,

it is the truth you want to seek
it is the lie you don't want to hear,

it is everything you want
and it is everything you don't want

,.............

why..?

Why I can't speak to you?

because you are happy in your own world and I am not,

because I bring back memories and promise
no future for them,

because your priorities have changed and not mine,

because you have moved on  and I am still here,

..........

And my fears
never came true,

but they continued
to haunt me,

in a way they
motivated me to do
something about my present situation,

they were the change agents

positive as well as negative;

they took my happiness
but they made me strong

strong enough to fight
and remain tall in all the circumstances

we come to know ourselves
when we are in pain and lonely,

because then nobody is around us
and we can see ourselves better,

somebody said
in the movie I was watching this afternoon.

.....

Every now and then

some results come

the examination 

continues

every day

every second

some fates 

get finalized

death is not

a trauma

it is the 

life which 

makes you 

feel like hell

for me 

every day 

is the judgement day

every morning decides 

my day

with almost similar

results hidden in it

This is an uneven

game of chess

where you have started

somewhere in between

with some characters

already fixed

every minute 

you make choices

choices 

which are made 

within the iron cage of rationality

which weber says

for what is the 

philosophy 

of life 

if not freedom

.......

 

Absence..!

Some of these days

You will miss me honey;

Sartre says 

And some of these days

I may not miss anything

Except the absence

Of nothing,

What looks is not real

What is Real

Is not visible,

Not today

Nor tomorrow

The answers will come

When they have to,

I lost you..!

It all happened in phases

I lost your eyes
then your curves

I lost the ring
and the color of your hair

your smell also went missing,

your hand
left somewhere in between,

your lips remained
there for sometime,

and then i lost your sad
face

but your smile was still with me

and then  
at last
I lost your smile

Now  I have nothing
of you with me.

........

For God's sake
stay away from God,

He knows you,

and that's why
when you pretend to him,

he laughs
at you,

Like a father ,

who knows everything
about your lie,

but never let's you know,

He advices you,

on all good things,

but sets you free
to choose,

and you decide
what is best for you.

 

Ghazal..!

Had-e-nigaah se, bahut door nazar aata hai;
mujhe khawab me, mera shahar nazar aata hai...!

Khuloos ki kami, aur kuch nahi lagti;
Bas koi qudrat ka, qahar nazar aata hai..!

Wo meri mushqil ho, ya teri dard bhari pukaar;
khabarnaweeson ko to wo, bas khabar nazar aata hai...!

Kisi din pee gaya tha , jo kehta hai aaj tak;
Tera diya amrit use, zeher nazar aata hai...!

Ek chaand jo meri , gali chhor gaya tha;
Aasman me wahi chaand, shab bhar nazar aata hai..!

Meri ahmiyat abhit tum nahi jaan paaoge;
kuch cheezon ka matlab, unhe khokar nazar aata hai...!

Motivation...!

Motvation may differ from 

person to person,

what motivates you may not

motivate others.

But motivation

in some or the other form

is necessary for journey

through life, in life.

The absense of motivation

leads to frustration ,

a form which is deterrent

to growth...!

Book...!

Life would have been boring

without commas and full stops

which came in between the 

sentences of my life.

Every new chapter began without

any reference to the previous one,

but some where in the midways 

the pointer came joining the flow.

The behaviour has changed from the

first chapter to this twenty sixth,

but not as much, that can't be identified.

Mother...!

She is the silent observer, 

like a light house 

which looks down the sea while 

the ships move over it.

She gives direction and guides

my soul towards the destination,

She hears my insecurities and the fears,

voices her opinion 

only when it is required,

She knows more about me

than i know myself.

Sometimes she seeks

a litlle recognition 

of her presence,

Though I never 

felt an absence

ever, 

she feels that

sometimes I look lost

somewhere in myself,

Self indulgmenet 

might do a little 

harm,

But if the difficulties 

are absent we will

not become 

what we want to,

I say in return,

My words 

not always make a sense

but the way I say

convinces her sometimes.

 

Germination ...!

When I hear the hue & cry

Over pity issues and

The bigger questions are not discussed

My heart cries over it.

People are so obsessed in the daily chores

And the problems of lifestyle,

They forget what they really want in life,

Or to put is simply as

what is their purpose

Of life.

Is it some kind of absurdity?

Flowing through the air,

And reaching everywhere,

Making people sick of

What can be called lack of

Respect for intelligence and intellectuality.

I want to discuss things

Which are not trivial in nature,

Which might engage the mind

In a constructive way,

And make us think and 

to innovate a new thought or an idea.

Love is in the air..!

Love is in the air

They say

But the atmosphere here is filled with

Smoke of hatred,

The rain is not able

To wash away

The dirt that has been

Created by time.

System...!

All the words look

 like a repetition of the past,

The originality is lost somewhere,

I cannot find the chilling thoughts

That used to pinch

In my heart,

Those feelings of sensitivity which

Made tears roll

Down my cheek,

I can see the despair

All over,

But I betray

Them as something

Which is not my

Business,

I may as well become

One of those people

With elephant skin.

I want to help

Those who can’t reach out to me,

I want to hear their cries

From here ,

I want to empathise with

Their problems,

I want to be a part of the solution

And not someone

Who is a part of the problem.

Remembering You...!

I have fallen in love again
with the weather,

the droplets on my head
and the green view outside
on the road

reminds me the season of my
first love,

when the rains came to
submerge me , under it,

the misty air blew my head,

and I couldn't stop thinking
about you,

Your trembling lips,

that night
on the bus stop,

could not utter
the emotions,

you were going through,

The heavenly touch of your skin
which I remember,
makes me warm even today,

The rains has brought back

what
was lost long time ago,

your memories...!

....

What shall I do
to reclaim all that I had,

the freedom to decide
about my holidays,

or the evenings
when I can be me,

those mornings of
leisure are all gone,

Why there are worries
all over here,

for every step
thinking twice,

and afraid about every
decision I take,

There expectations are
not there yet I fear
that the status-quo will
change,

The ability to bear
things is less now,

I just hope
this is for the time being,

I want to reclaim
what I want to...!

...

I do not take a stand
on the issues which
I think time only can resolve,

Though it has never
happened,

Ignoring is not always
a bliss,

Today and right now,

is the best time to act...!

...

You are the reason
of my existence,

I don't know when
it happened,

but it took me
some time to realize,

then I changed
my direction looking
for something,

which was not mine,

neither was the time,

But it passed,

Now I can control my
life,

and I am the driver of
my life once again,

I can decide about anything
and everything,

and I can bear the consequences
which are not in my hand,

I want to live
once again,

like me, with me...! 

Guide...!

When I talk to you,

I feel the life
once again,

the barren land
of my emotions
goes green,

You will never
know your value
in my eyes,

For there is
certainly something,

which makes me feel
that you were gifted
to me,

to save my life,

to help me
recollect myself,

and most importantly,

to make me understand
the need of life,

and purpose of living.

...

There is no logic
in some of our decisions,

though at that time
we may think we
are acting rationally,

There are stronger
instincts which
rule our mind,

They give an illusion
of reality,

we fall pray to it
again and again...!

...

I have lost the
touch which I had,

now there is no magic
in my hands,

what I write is meaningless,

I apply force on the words
to come out,

the natural questions
of curiosity have died,

now I behave like
a programmed computer,

I have lost friends,

I have lost time,

Time which was with me,

Those nights of affection
are no more,

and no more questions,

Why do I have made myself
believe in the cruel realities,

one day my creativity will
die a premature death,

the symptoms
 of the disease are showing up,

One day the
result will  come ,
and the messenger of God too,
to take me with him,

to liberate me from
the silly questions of life...

....

why is my heart
feel tired,

tired of the same situations
which come every day,

the complexities ease out
one day,

next day some others comes
in a new form,

Like grains in the field
grows on a daily basis,

but then grains are cut
after they ripe,

but the situations don't have
a recipe....!

...........

In the magical world,

even thrones can be changed
into flowers,

but only in the magical world..!

Rule of Law...!

A system of lawlessness
prevails,

there is no fear in the
hearts of the traitors,

they exploit
and oppress,

the poor,

You can never find
the signs of cruelty
in their eyes,

They are white clad ,
with absolutely no stains
on their cloth,

They stay behind the curtain,

and stab to death
whomsoever they want,

The whole machinery supports them,

some with fear,
others with vested interests,

The chain can not be broken,

until a messiah comes back again...!

Eyes...!

In my tired eyes
nothing comes easily,

be it dreams
or a vision,

I just close them,
to take rest,

The productivity
of these eyes has been lost,

what is it if not being blind?

not in the literal sense, of course,

The eyes should have
the power to send signals to the mind,

about the nature ,
about the beauty this world has,

and the eyes should report,
what is bad and ugly,

The duty of the eyes
is not being done,

whom to blame,

my eyes?
time?
the world?
....

...

When will this search end?

those desperate eyes are
always looking for those
answers,

where will I find them?

I have no clue,
I just wander everywhere,

........

The chaos will lead to
the silent valley,

where words are written
on the woods,

but they can't be whispered
in someone's ear,


The preacher will do the talking,
and others will always listen.

...

Forever, it will remain,

but no, you and me,

the run will come to and end,
so do the choices and their effects,

but, that light will remain,
showing what is eternal.

....

I try to convince people
with unbelievable reasons,

I know someday they will
believe me...!

Time & Silence..!

Time ceases to exist
in the memories,

It runs through
the passage
of the garden of our mind,

It flows through the
river of dreams

and comes back,

But in the memories
it never passes,

It is always still
and silent,

Come to see me..!

Come to see me someday,

I have kept all the
flowers in my heart

you plucked to give me,

Those afternoons
when you sat with me,

to share some of your secrets,

are still there,

A new dawn has arrived,

but that night is not yet over,

when we were praying
for our future,

watching the stars in the sky.


Come to see me someday,

I have kept that notebook
with me,

in which you scribbled some
of your designs,

that never saw the light of the day,

Come and take them away.

Come and ask me ,

How I have been all these years?

and what kept me alive
if not your dreams,

I have stored your pictures
in my eyes,

and I always see
your eyes looking
at me,

Take those wishes that you gave,
they have grown old

I don't need them anymore,

But I need some new ones,

I want to put them
beside my grave,

Come to see me someday,

before I am gone,

...............!

...

My relationship with this world
is of agony and pain,

it gets revealed in the
form of tears.

My tears connect
me with you,

and with everything
I have a connection with,

The sadness which fills
my heart,

comes with you,

and it stays longer than
you do.

Looking at me,

they laugh , finding no purpose
of this nostalgia,

but they will never understand,

the bond I have with you.

Each moment,

every time,

I find solace in my tears..!

Chase...!

What am I chasing?

I start running in the morning,

now knowing the purpose
of this race,

I just run because
I know only running behind
things,

I never stop,

What is the purpose to stop
and make a fool of myself,

that's what I think.

I don't think I am right,

But nothing proves me
wrong either,

Life is a neutral particle
with no defined ends

except death.

I am not certain about
anything,

But I am afraid that
this inertia will break

and some new order will emerge,

Will that order be as
orderly as I want it to be?

I think about it,

even if I don't want to,

Who will remind myself?

I am not going to do that.

Problems...!

The problems are not there
because we have not solved them,

they are there because
we have not looked at them,

we have not taken them seriously,

we avoid an eye contact with
our problems,

we never try to analyse them,

and almost never try to solve them
till they escalate,

There is only one way to deal with
your problems,

Own them up, see through them,
and you will  end up helping the
solution to reach to your problem...

Rise Up..!

Rise from the ash,
show your power,

The tyrants have come again,

Show them your blood,
Show them your power,

The world should remember,
the forgotten tales,

For the history repeats
itself,

and the Truth Prevails...!

Future

Power cuts are so bad
in nature,

electricity has become a part of
life so much so that
we can't imagine our life without it,

gone are the days when
people were not worried
about the AC in the summers,

then it was just the easterly winds
soothing the body in the courtyard,

In the winters there were
no room heaters
and the job was performed
by the small fireplace
in the hall,


No computers means
more time to spend with the books,

and without facebook
there was an interaction with
real people face to face,

Now all looks so much
fabricated ,

that people doubt even the
small intentions with lots of
clarifications,

Everything comes with a fee,

We are moving towards the
end,

and that's where we have to go,

but not in the manner
time chooses us to,

but in the manner we
want to,

A free soul is all we need...! 

My time...!

Everyday I write something,

things which are related to me,

I am so engrossed in myself that
I do not see anything else,

My problems seem bigger than others,

and my joy is for myself,

I have been a recluse since
the time I started understanding myself,

I want to change this
system of following myself,

someday I will
write about you,

and about my village,

I will also write about my school
where I spent my childhood,

There will be many stories
to weave,

I will become the weaver
of emotions which I have seen,

I will require your help
in some of them as
you have been a part of the journey,

Though I am still
on the same journey,

you parted ways with me,

I will write about the families
who wished luck for me,

and I will also write about the cities
which provided me food and shelter,

Someday I will write about my friends
who shaped me up and made
me a person I value,

I will write about love and philosophy
in which I created an interest,

the appropriate time will come,
someday my time will come...!

Introduction..!

Today I joined few people,

they think like me,

and they sound very much
like me when they speak,

They have invited me
to join them,

they recite poems
in a hall,

They enjoy poetry
as much as I do,

I might go there
to seek myself..!

Bubbles of silence..!

I want to get over this loneliness,

the feeling of fear
and helplessness,

the feeling to reach out
to someone,

I am always with me,

and nobody else
shares the world with me,

Unshared thoughts
pile up in my mind,

to be written down somewhere,
to be shared,
to be understood,

nobody does,
and nobody can,

Why do I have to stare
all day through the window?

watching broken windows
and the barren road,

leading to nowhere,

Speak soothing words,

never expressing the pain and agony
through which I am going,

I am not sick,

but I will become,

Always trying to please people
who matter to me,

Does giving love always
reciprocates?

Does doing good necessarily means
that you will receive the same?

With all the positivity
and realism,

where does negativity finds
a place to stay?

I know all the reasons
of sufferings,

I know the ways
to happiness,

but I never travel on those roads,

they are short,
and come to an end swiftly,

what is it that will remain forever?

The silence,

the unquenched thirst
for love,

questions,

or me and you (souls)..?

Open Thoughts..!

Things should come out in open,

they should feel the light of the day,
and face the heat of the Sun,

thoughts are vulnerable
in nature,

with a little argument,
they start loosing their ground,

But when they are tried
and tested,

they can be relied upon,

for that to happen,
accepting them as a reason
is the first step,

only then,
they can be identified
and worked upon,

and then ,
they will grow like a plant,

and will become useful someday..!

Not only me..!

It is not only me
who thinks this way,

there are others too,

I want to reach out to them,

but finding them is not easy,

sometimes by sheer luck
or by chance you see
some of them,

wherever they are,
in some way or the other,

they call me,

they try to find me,
to share the path,

someday ,
all of us together will start,

something meaningful and everlasting...! 

Issues..!

Issues which should be addressed,
issues which should should be dealt with,

are avoided,

finding a solution at present
seems difficult,

but then those issues
never sit silently,

they come up,
every now and then,

why is that we lack courage
at the first instance?

.......

Why is this loneliness?

for the reasons best
known to the time,

from time immemorial,

I have been trying to find,

issues that never crop up,
points that are not taken,

everyday I happen to arrive
on the same square ,

to find myself perplexed,

Life is a Jungle,

Everyday I clean some
space for myself ,

then some new plants
grow,

and create obstacles,

When will it get smooth?
when will the rough patches will go away/

No sooner,

I know for sure,

It will be just like that,

unsure and uncertain for
all of the time to come,

The leaves will remain pale,
the wind \will remain hot,

no breeze will come,
no flowers will blossom,

...

Decision ..!

People don't believe
what is true and real,

they just want to believe
what they perceive is believable,

Reasoning sometimes
takes a front seat
when it is not needed,

and sometimes
it takes the backseat
when it is needed
the most,

Prophecy is not required
to judge the situations,

but sometimes without
that people can't decide
what is right,

That's why they start
believing in the stars
and the signs,

There is a limit of
of acceptance,

and there is a limit of
rejections too when
it comes to decision making ..! 

Healing...!

If not words,
nothing can heal you better,

the wounds created
by the words
are hard to heal,

The pain
is unbearable,

A pain that
is silent,

and the remedy for
that is
words and only words..!

Silence and other intervals..!

I don't have words

they are stolen ..

i can feel them

but i can't tell them

they don't come/

 

some day they will

come

they will miss me

and they will come back to me

 

They know what i feel

but they hide it from others

when they don't want to be shared

or because .

they don't like to be in open

 

 they want to be stored in the book

....

 

 (while chatting with kruti, you made the poem)

Being Together...!

Necessities bring together
people,

In times of need,
we remember those

who can help,
who may help,

The world is not meant
for living in isolation,

The social system requires
more than just self,

For coming together
to help each other

is the only way
we can make this world

a better place to live..!

``````

The silence
between the people
sitting next to each other,

a complete helplessness
about everything

that has glued
the time earlier...

Prayer...!

A change in the soul,

situations do mold
the metal we are made of,

we live in many worlds,

and we don't recognize them,

alienation is good
for creativity,

the underlined 
detachment makesus
judge a little better,

we love the way life
surprises us,

we are thankful that
the time passes,

more things will

and with open heart
we have to accept them,

There is no perfect world

and we want this imperfect
world with us,

we know that
what we seek is not permanent,

and that is why we seek it,

Love in all forms,
we need you,

come to us to show
that life is more than living,

find us a purpose,
attach us to some goal,

Take us to path
that never ends....!

Physics..!

Sense comes later,

much later when it is
actually required,

they call it experience

but it is actually failure
of not doing the right
thing in the first place,

It is difficult to explain,

what is very easy to understand
for you,

the wavelength of each one of us
has been changed,

we oscillate on a unique frequency,

it was made to stop resonance,

but sometimes
the frequency matches,

creates enormous amount of energy,

It makes noise,

creates ripples,

and breaks sometimes
all of it...!

Some of the busiest days
of life,

you enjoy the most,

when you get lost into
the usual
chores like never before,

Except your present occupation
you don't remember anything,

Message..!

The blood in the veins
is burning with fire,

with all the injustice
done to people,

they want to retaliate

Power is the new goddess,

everyone want to worship
the power,

and the closeness
with it makes them
feel immortal,

The clash continues,

with power flowing from
one hand to another,

the oppressed will
fight with the oppressor,

it is going to happen,

it is happening
even now,

with a small shift of hands,

the oppressed becomes
the oppressor,

nothing is absolute
here,

what is present of yours
may be past of some one

and will be the future of someone
else,

don't fall in love with the present,

this is not perpetual,

don't get swayed
by the small achievements

remain humble,

it takes a minute to
change your fate,

and it takes a life
to build what is important,

love , life , family and friends
you will not find them again..........!

dead body

If I am not dead,

it is because
i don't feel it,

there is no sign
of life in here,

I walk like
a dead body,

I don't feel anything,

I have become a machine
without life,

fully automated,

I work on commands,

My only human possession
my heart has been
shrinking,

I used to be a person
with a Big Heart,

Now have
a heart full of holes,

made by time,

and only time will be
able to heal them........!

Spring...!

Spring has arrived,

to let go everything
that was collected

in the autumn,

yellow leaves
are lying
on the trees,

bare trees
in their nakedness

are burning in the Sun,

The air has
lost its moisture

and the roughness
of it burns

the skin of the dwellers
in the city.

there are no welcome
boards visible

people are still
lost in the dreams

that last winter has shown
to them,

This too will pass
like other seasons......

....

I don't know
how much I can love you?

it has grown over the periods,

sometimes it is negligible,

but the very next moment

I feel like

I am drowning in it.

...

For every
bloody reason,

I have ten excuses to make,

life is miserable with
a bright outlook,

as if the Sun shine
hides the dark truth of the
Sun..

No matter how good
your intention is,

people doubt about you,

the world is filled with
suspicion,

yet , each one of us
wants to make it better..

In reality we are making
it worse..with each passing day..!

He...!

He never thought of his dreams,

his duties came first ,
and he never thought
that he can think of anything else..

The day when people
were judging the achievements,

he was quiet,
standing in that last row,

The first one became a
diplomat,

bluffed all his life....

The second one became a
writer,

made stories of the sufferings
of other,

He was listening to all of this,
he was content,

a feeling very precious
to him,

all his life he made people happy,
he never lied,

he never made friends,

he just helped others
to live their lives..

 

...

I have forgot how does
a morning looks like,

I have not seen the Sun
for years,

I have missed the
beauty of night,

I have forgot to remember
what to remember,

for weeks
I forget to live,

for weeks
I don't see me,

.................

My soul...!

my soul wants to be free,
my soul wants to touch the rainbow,

my soul is in shackles,
my soul is captive,

can you make it free,

you,

can you do that,

ask for forgiveness,
ask for revenge,

my soul wants to feel the fresh air,
my soul wants to stare at the bare moon,

my soul is predictable,
my soul is not changing,

can you make it sing,

you,

can you do that,

.......

Presence...!

You understand things,

sometimes
you ask questions

all of a sudden,

as if something has
touched the chords,

then suddenly
you take  a break,

for a reason better known
to you,

A complete silence,

Again you come back,

as if
you have found the cause
of this silence,

Your mere presence
fills the void in my heart....

You..!

I never feel that
i am alone,

it is just that

there is no one present
with me,

except you,

i stay with your thoughts,
your memories sleep beside me,

your touch roams
around with me,

I see your eyes
from my window,

I can hear your footsteps
on the door,

you are not away,

you are always with me,

But i know ,

I am not with you..!

Answers...!

I am writing

sometimes with reasons,
sometimes without them,

I have not been
true to myself,

I have not been true
to you either,

I have become a lie,

because i can not tell you
the truth,

but i never lie to you,

only hide a few things,

but what i say is actually
the reality,

I am not a diplomat,
I don't want to become one,

and

I respect your quest
for answers....

...

I am not afraid,

feeling of fear comes
only to privileged,

do i have anything to loose?

and at this moment
all i know is that

i have things waiting for me,

paths yet unseen,

they are calling me
from far away,

i can listen to them....

Yes..I am....

When will you get the courage
to speak what is right,

you are afraid
because you want a normal life,

a life where you don't have
to struggle and fight
for everything,

is that the ultimate
goal of your life?

can mortals ever
achieve that?

and most importantly
what next?

The joy of life lies
in fighting for your own identity.

hypocrisy

The yardsticks change
when we measure our own faults

but when it is about
others,

we want to judge them
on all parameters

the scrutiny continues
till we find a fault,

and then  we delve
deeply to make a strong case,

what can be an honest mistake
of ours,

can be a crime if somebody else
commits it.

the hypocrisy of the world
amuses me..!

.......

Darrr.......!

Chhupa raha hoon
khud se khud ko,

andheron ko dhoondhta hoon aksar,

shayad mil jaaye kahin,
wo wajah jeene ki,

ehtiyatan akele
sadkon pe nahi nikalta,

ki koi saaya na pad jaaye aisa,
jo meri parchhai ko pehchaan le,

uske peechhe peechhe chal
ke kahin wo yaha  tak na pahuch jaaye,

ye andhera
bahut sukoon deta hai mujhe

band darwaaje ke peechhe
se aata kabootaron ka shor,

jaise koi dard se karah raha ho,

kya dard ki bhi koi aawaz hoti hai?

na maloom kab se
sannaton ko dhoondhta hoon yaha,

ye shor shehar ka ,
ye shor zindagi ka,

ye bematlab ka shor mujhe behra kar dega...!

...

As if I am staring at you,
from sideways,

can't make you realize
that it is not that I can't face you,

but i like the way you turn around
and say,

what happened?  

...Is destruction good?

Is destruction good?

it creates a new order

new hope for something
that is now possible
because the old order is no more,

but then something which is gone
can not be claimed again,

Logic...!

You can destroy things
you love,

things that make sense,
things you own,

because you have
no control on what
is happening with you,

As if you are just
a small toy
somebody is playing with,

the way you deal with things
may change,

but that can't be justified
with pure logic.....

Wake up....!

He got distracted from the 

path he has chosen,

as if it was just 

a dream,

and everything will get fine 

when he will wake up;

but it wasn't one,

when he woke up,

it was late...

Mujhe jaan lo ,
Pehchaan lo;

duwaon me yaad rakho mujhko,

aaj jo mai chala gaya
phir na lautunga....

Bahut lamba hai safar zara sambhal ke chal;
manzil na dikhti hai to musafir raasta badal ke chal...
....

Jaane kis waqt tak ye kasm-kash chalegi;
na din mere dhalenege, na raat hi kategi...
......
sabr ka baandh kab tootega mera;
jaane kab wo pathar dil pighlegi....
.......
wo shauq kyo rakhta hoon jo chot dete hain;
mujhe kaante pasand hain phoolon se zyada...
......

conversation...

Do you feel me anymore?

isn't this a weird question to ask.

but still you can answer this;
don't you?

why do you want to know this?

just for the sake of knowing it.

all this while i was looking
for an answer,

you have confused me a lot...

so what?

how can you say like that...

I don't know...

I don't know
 how far am i from you,

but i am under the same sky
over which you said you will fly some day.

 I listen to that song which you sang for me
and now i feel how meanings change with time

while words remain the same.

i don't know how far i am from you,
but i am on the same land
where you said you will build your home.

i can still feel that pain that you took for me
and now i feel how thoughts change with time
while mind remains the same.
......

......

Kuch to thi baat jo bataani thi use;

Wo yunhi na sadko pe cheekhta firta tha...

Poocha kab kisine ki use kya chahiye;

Seekhne ka bas use doosra mauka chahiye;
Jeene ki koi choti si wajah chahiye;

Kuch to chot thi jo dikhani thi use;
Wo yunhi na sadko pe rota firta tha...

Poem..if it is at all..!

Everyday i ask myself,
why this world is like this?

Is it because
it is destined to be like that?

or it is just a coincidence;

I don't like the way
this world behaves;

breaks the rules it made

and follows something
which is so unreal

Filled with all fake identities;
this world is an illusion...

You don't agree with me..

counter me//
.........

.....

That black substance
 is not his heart,

 it is the aftereffect of
some inglorious advertisements,
shown to his eyes.

They capured him
and made him a slave.

The last time i touched his heart,

it was pure and clear and deep like an ocean.

Now tears bleed from it,
but the dust is irremovable!

Finish it..!

No more drama
No more pain

i just want to drown
in this dam

what a stupid parody
i m gonna make

and you can't see that
it's all fake

i don't want to believe what
you are saying

because you will stay there
when i am going....

You don't love my humour
and i don't like your face;

because for your whole world
you are such a disgrace...

.......

Today

Today is not like any other day

neither it will be;

coz this day

is not gonna come again...

It will be complete;

and its shadows
will show you

the light of tomorrow;

......

...

Can their be two shadows
of my soul?

one of them following other;

how to search within your soul
if you can't relate to it?

or worse
when you can't identify
one....