I can’t explain

Why it feels like climbing a mountain,
while cruising through plains,

Why it feels like am still going straight,
while steps are changing lanes,

Why it never really aches,
But still feels like pain,

Why its feels cloudy,
while sun burning skin ain't even hoping rains.

I just can't explain....

Her story

I saw my poetry sink in bathtub, she was rehearsing for her coffin it seems,
swinging between nightmares and dreams,
she wanted to give up her reality.

Draped in white,
tired of chasing colors
where being with blue meant being on the wrong side of yellow.

Expressionless,
tired of breeding salt in eyes
where people come to enjoy the shores but never embrace the waves




Choked

Tongue runs cold
words freeze on its tip,
neither melting their way back to heart,
nor diving off the lip,
voice rises retreats like an impatient wave beneath the throat.

There is another world around the clavicle,
a volcano desperate to erupt,
throw up all the lava,
crushing the icebergs,
before diving of the lips,
dragging a scream along.

And the moment passes…

All the lava drowns in my veins,
burning the heart,
smoking the lungs.
My eyes go blank after the calamity inside,
and just then someone asks
“what happened?”
i say, “nothing, just choked..”

Zindagi

Zindagi mushkil hai, 
tum asaan hoke dekho.

Zindagi jasbaat-e-dil hai,
tum khayaal banke dekho.

Zindagi kadmo ke nishaan chhodne ki justju hai,
tum udaan bharke dekho.

Zindagi ek sire se shuru aur doosre par khatm hai,
tum unke darmiyan ek yaadgar musafir banke dekho

Crowd of thoughts

I woke up in the morning,
and mind was flooded,

wishes were taking sunbath,
plans were warming up in bed,

anxities were rushing,
pushing every affirmation on the way,

dreams lost their way in daylight,
or maybe went to chase the fears in dark,

guilt was hiding in a corner,
for ethics had issued a lookout notice,








Broken

held it together for long,
navigating through life with compass of right and wrong,

this time i let it go,
it fell apart,
i saw pieces scatter,
escaping from each other,
as if staying together never mattered,

i was empty and they breathed free,
being broken had its own beauty.

I have words to say..

I have words to say,
donno if they would stay true,
to all the thoughts and feelings that brew,
somewhere in mind somewhere in heart,
many things dwelling on the brink waiting for a start,

I have words to say,
donno if they would mean a thing,
donno if a tear would move or smile would spring,
from anyone who means something,
their answers elude me while i am mustering courage.


I have words to say
to no one and about nothing,
donno if the shout outs to the sky would help the release,
of an emotion which lost its way,
hope my silence will find home from the voice going stray.


I have words to say...