Khayal-e-jaam

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……

Heart

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…….

Umeed

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

Chew the glass…

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…

Looking back

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 …

Chaand pe ek Kavita

Suna tha chaand aaj kal kisi do kamre wale makaan mein kiraaye se rehta hai,

aaj dekh liya,
ek darwaaze se nikla, parde ko kinaare karta hua,
Waise hi jaise asmaan mein badalon ko karta hai,

Use shayaad pata tha,
ki maine dekh liya, toh uspar ek kavita zarur likhunga,
isliye
usne apna naam bhi yaha “Kavita” bataya hai,

Chaand pe daag hua karta tha,
par is Kavita pe toh nahi hai,
nazar naa lage insaano ki,
isliye usne maathe par teeka lagaya tha

Toh bas kuch aise chaand bana “Kavita”

Her charisma

She wasn’t the one,
you could loose flirt with at bars and cafes.

She was the one,
you could wait for,
before holding her hand for the first time

She wasn’t the one,
your senses could shamelessly grope.

She was the one,
you could wait for,
to break her shyness in your arms,

She wasn’t the one,
whose curves you could lose yourself in.

She was the one,
whose eyes carried enough foreplay,
to give fantasies an orgasm.