Amid the fast-paced times,forgetful memories and too many choices, I still search for...
a handwritten poetry in the world of typed ones,
a personal call in the world of whatsapp messages,
a conversation about life in the world of peppered gossips,
a shout of familiar voice in the world of half-hearted smiles.
Koi kehta hai waqt badal raha hai,
toh koi kehta hai bhaag raha hai.
Koi aanewale waqt ke intezaar mein hai,
toh kisika waqt dhal raha hai.
Waqt ki har chaal ko naapne walo, waqt toh bas guzar raha hai.
Sometimes there is no plan in place,no goal in sight,
but the journey has to go on.
Sometimes there is no check in place, no one to say right or wrong,
but the job has to be done.
Sometimes there is no outlet to the emotion,no proof of even its existence,
but the shaken heart has to be balmed.
Sometimes there is no shoulder to cry on, no place to hide tears,
but the tides have to be emptied.
Sun climbs up the sky,
Darkness goes to sleep,
Amid the change in their shifts,
Calender date takes a flip.
A body wakes up from the bed,
Keeping dreams and fantasies back in a drawer of mind,
A new day is like another chance,
Leaving all disappointments and misses behind.
Hot coffee rises in the cup,
To drown in the throat,
Body hopes to reach a different place,
While getting ready to sail in the same boat.
Life had some moments where heart was in dilemma,
whether to pump-up in rage
to skip the beat,
whether to rush through the emotions
pause to repeat,
whether to break open the chest
bury it deep.
But i decided not to tear the page then,
and orphan the story of an infant emotion.
Just left it blank and folded,
in the arms of unfinished story,
which is still unfolding with every passing heartbeat,
with a hope that ink will mature one day,
just enough to let the folded page bloom into an answer,
heart felt for but couldn't seek.
kisi ki aur, kisise door,
pal ki azaadi dhundhta, saalon se majboor,
sapno ko haqeqat se jod,
chhilte kadmo ki andhi daud,
Aakhon mein paani, hothon par sharbat ki pyaas,
patjhad ka patta phir bhi oas ke mijaaz,
pahaad tha kabhi kadmo tale,
ab khaai mein koodta yeh mann chale..
Her eyes were closed,
or bowed in grace
Her lips were sealed,
or playfully sleeping with each other,
Her curls were waving out to me,
or winds were building their home
Her expression was blooming with grace,
Or face was holding back the storm
Maybe she was everything pink and red could feed
or a different story you could never get to read
Can imagine you taking bite of the cake,
with cream left on the lips
Can imagine you shaking a leg to good music,
with song being sung between the hips
Can imagine you leaning on the sofa,
with your curves revealing the secrets your silence keeps
Can imagine you getting inked (tattooed) by me on the inner thigh,
with my hands going deeper to give you a high
Ek zindagi ..
khud kai kahaaniyo mein kai kirdaar nibhaati hai,
kabhi kuch labz,
kabhi kuch panne,
toh kabhi kisi ke liye puri kitaab ban jaati hai
Let me breathe pain,
hold back tides keeping tear wipes plain,
instead gulp those salts to unclog the throat,
if not quench the thirst, it would keep me afloat