who am i…?
a bunch of bones stitched by flesh
an orderly life managed by mess
a high pitch nasal throw of an anxious throat
a hopeful rover carried by a lost boat
a happiness failed by gratitude
a failure bailed by attitude
a body stuck in routines
a soul immersed in past
a villain cursed in someone’s story
a good screenplay gone awry
a person stamped with expiry date
an immature who arrived late…
Gamo ke samandar mein aankhein taair ti hai,
ab behna bhi nahi aur rehna bhi yahi,
toh dono har raat alag alag nikalti hai
kinaaro ki talaash mein,
meethe paani ki pyaas mein,
kya yeh bas khwab bhar hai,
ya mumkin si baat,
yeh sochkar laut aati hai palkon ke pichhe,
sametkar raat bhar bikhre jasbaat…
Heart pumped blood at 80 bps,
wish eyes could pump held back tears.
Feet ran at 12 kms/hour,
wish words uttered could at least crawl to the ears.
Hands could rotate 360 degree,
wish outlook could accept some 180 degree differences.
Back could support the neck for 24 hours,
wish thoughts could support the actions for a few moments.
if pain was a heart,
memory had to be its heartbeat,
heartbreaks too have a heart beat.
walking the path carved by lines in your palm,
led me to crossroads,
listening to the angry words hid by your silence,
bled me to tears
slipping in the dreams that left you insomniac,
made me sleep with nightmares
holding tantrums that lent you confidence,
left me emotionally crippled ,
giving you the canvas that world
deprived you off,
left my pages blank
Woh likhti hai,
uske kaseedo mein,
unkahe jasbaato ki parchhai dikhti hai,
shayad woh syaahi mein ghoulti hai,
zubaan khamoshi naa chhode,
par kaagaz pe woh bahut bolti hai,
din dhalne ke baad,
ek kalam ke aage peeghalkar,
khuli hava mein saans leti hai,
bhuli si ek fiza ko,
woh har raat khat likh kar awaaz deti hai
jugnuon ki chamak se dil nahi bharta,
asmaan apna chaand dhundhta hai,
aakhon ke chuppi se dil nahi bharta,
dariyaa apna baandh dhundhta hai,
tasveero ke dhundhlaahat se dil nahi bharta,
har haath apna saath dhundhta hai
khaane main namak se dil nahi bharta,
waqt har pal naya swaad dhundhta hai,
Some drift apart,
out of ego,
out of differences,
holding back apologies.
Some meet afterwards,
maybe after ages,
to cry, hug,
and make peace,
with the distance,
that could always be met.
But some stay together,
even after drifting apart,
and never meet.
Donno which distance is more painful.
As you break me chip by chip,
i caresse your poison lip by lip.
As you liberate me off the bonds,
ripping the notes off my songs,
i sing you departing lullabies.
As you sip tears off my lashes,
i prepare more pain,
to quench your thirst of ages.
Nothing will ever be the same,
but somethings just don’t change…
Can you read my silence?
it ain’t mumuring the words you wanna hear,
it is simply saying,
i don’t wanna react,
i don’t have an answer,
i need time to ponder.
Don’t force words,
you wanna listen,
down the throat of my silence.
Let it breathe,
catch the hurrying beat,