Sunset

I donno,

was sun slipping off the sky
Or
it was just an early morning lie,

was sun taking a dip in saline waters,
or
leaving behind clouds that bother

for eyes it could have so many stories,

for mind just a sunset……

Need or love

she wanted to be touched,
he wanted to be felt,
people say they made love,

but they just succumbed to the need of being felt alive by another body

Not on a high

Body is drunk, soul is dry ,

pouring whiskey down the throat ain’t giving it a high .

What do i do?

Sleep won’t intoxicate the darkness within,

for dreams have left the gates, feeling tired of waiting for insomnia to be over.

Now nightmares are queuing up,
to push the soul in valleys of anxiety

Ciggratte 2

His love was like a ciggratte,

burning tobacco from one end,

so the other could stay on her lips.

Her love was like a smoker,

it wanted to enjoy the puff,

but with a filter in between .

Sinking

Am going down,
no.. am not falling,
no.. am not drowning,
just thinking,
bit after bit,
just sinking,
in my seat.

So much so that,
lips have reached to the bottom of scar,
after drying up by licking it so much.

So much so that,
ears have reached to the bottom of throat,
to listen to the bottled up words.

So much so that,
mind has reached to the bottom of heart,
after being raged by it pounding so fast.

It ain’t a suicide of will,
but,
a tired soul trying to justify body’s heartbeats

Ghar (घर)

दिल घर पे छोड़कर,

उसके शरीर ने शहर बदल लिया,

उस घर ने भी अपना आंगन छोड़,

उसके मन में एक घर कर लिया

Dil ghar pe chhodkar,

uske shareer ne sheher badal liya,

us ghar ne bhi apna anagan chhod,

uske mann mein ek ghar kar liya

Mijaaz – e- khushi

Dil khush hai,
jo haal hai, jo haalaat hai,
kuch jawaab sukoon deete,
khade kuch sawaalaat hai,
par dil khush hai.

Jahan hona tha, waha shaayad nahi
par jaha hun, uski shikaaayat nahi. kum hun ya zyada, tulna ki baat hai,
par kaafi hun, yeh sochkar dil khush hai.

Din bhar mein kuch khayaaal,
kahi kuch baato ka malaal,
mann dohrata hai,
jaise main mujhse hi ladh raha hun,
kuch chubhti – akharti chizon ko liye,
apni mauj mein aage badh raha hun.
sab kuch ekdum se bhula dene ka hunar nahi hai shaayad,
par dil khush hai,

Khush hun iska matlab yeh nahi,
ki chehre pe 24 ghante muskurahat rehti hai,
maayusi bhi kabhi kabhi apna kiraya deti hai.

Haar nahi maani, hathiyaar nahi daale,
zindagi ki is moothbhed mein,
bahut se achhe pal ate rahe hai,
inhe jeekar, mehsus kar

dil khush hai….

Leaving

As a thing leaves

roll back your sleeves,

lean on elbowed palm,

don’t babysit chaos, adopt calm,

tilt on the right side,

let the heart on left lower the tide,

blink slow,

let the frames of departure leave eyes with a glow

see the world from a different angle,

there is beauty to things entangled

let the knots just be….

Conviction

The lines outgrew his palms,
he wanted more from life,
much more than his destiny offered,
for his dreams weren’t bound by fist,
instead chose to take leap from his fingertips.

Phool ke pankh

Khushbu thi us phool mein,
kar baitha ek bhool main,
use tod liya.

Kuch der baad woh murjhaane laga,
main bhi ghar jaane laga,
tabhi woh bola,

“Marne se pehle mujhe udna hai,
pal do pal hi sahi,
hawaaon pe savaar hona hai,
us titli ki tarah,
jo mujhe aksar chiddha jaati thi,
hawa chalti,
aur woh kahin door nikal jaati thi.. “

Maine apni khwaish puri kar li,
ab uski karne ka waqt tha,

Hawa ke khilaaf halki si mutthi khol di,
aur uski pankhudiyon ko pankh mein tabdeel hote dekha,

Bujhte diye ko jaise asmaan ki mehfil hote dekha