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….
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.
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
Usne suna tha ki peene ki baad
duniya zara rangeen hoti hai,
khayaalo ki mehfil haseen hoti hai,
par woh peeti nahi thi.
Usne gilaas hothon mein nahi,
maathe par rakha.
Uska kehna tha,
nasha itna hai agar paimaane mein,
toh jaam dekh bhar se shayad jhoom
utthe har khayaal,
zehen ke aashiyaane mein……
It races to catch up with the blooming hopes,
when expectations have not tasted experience, but ordered a celebration,
It aches in late night silence,
when darkness becomes too much for the nightmares to consume,
It breaks in attempts to be traded,
when locked doors become too much for the invitations,
even then,
it never stops beating…….
Gum bahut hai,
duniyadaari ke,
marham nadaarad,
is bimaari ke,
phir bhi har subeh,
zakhmo ko lekar,
nikalte hai gharse,
kuch haasil karne ke kiye,
naa ho toh bhi,
ghar laut te waqt ek bujhti si
muskurahat .. Ko saath lekar aate hai,
hoga kuch naa kuch kal,
yeh mann mein dohraate hai
kya hum umeed ka dil tod de,
kya hum jeena chhod de.. isse toh achha hai,
dhalti shaam ko kyun naa chaandni raat ka mod de
Late night
blurry sight,
lamp post doing waltz with darkness,
silence of sidewalk making me laugh at my mess.
I wasn’t drunk,
Just high on my mistakes,
With 12 am dew and 2 am dreams playing sweep stakes
Everytime
heart breaks,
pieces get smaller,
walls become taller,
so tall …..
that they don’t allow me,
to return and fix.
.
.
With each healing mourn,
heart becomes stone,
beats clangour,
and
make me think,
if i could chew the pieces,
glue them with saliva,
saved from all the kisses,
to make a heart,
so elastic,
that it can’t break,
instead bounces back,
after being dropped of the cliff
everytime…
They say.
i keep looking back.
No.
i don’t.
i left myself there
at a point in time
with those people
in those situations
Where
i never felt
the need
the temptation
the pressure
to skew myself
to suit
to be accepted
to be cared for
i don’t look back
i am just bored of the drama,
So i look at the real me
laughing, talking, breathing
in my thoughts
which they say
are memories …
I have crossed many a woman like her,
only she could pause my journey,
by merely looking at me,
as if
i was possessed by her eyes.
Touch was never a need,
we could stay in each others eyes for whole day
long after we left.
