Waiting…

Holding onto the scoop,
as the melting ice cream lands on shirt,

Breaking hard,
as the wheels breach the hesitation of steering,

Sitting through a bad movie,
as the paid ticket looses a penny with each passing minute,

Burning fingers,
as toast loses brown but doesn’t leave the pan,

Waiting is just skipping the chaos,
as hesitation tries to cut peace from  anxiety….

Sinking

Am going down,
no.. am not falling,
no.. am not drowning,
just thinking,
bit after bit,
just sinking,
in my seat.

So much so that,
lips have reached to the bottom of scar,
after drying up by licking it so much.

So much so that,
ears have reached to the bottom of throat,
to listen to the bottled up words.

So much so that,
mind has reached to the bottom of heart,
after being raged by it pounding so fast.

It ain’t a suicide of will,
but,
a tired soul trying to justify body’s heartbeats

Mijaaz – e- khushi

Dil khush hai,
jo haal hai, jo haalaat hai,
kuch jawaab sukoon deete,
khade kuch sawaalaat hai,
par dil khush hai.

Jahan hona tha, waha shaayad nahi
par jaha hun, uski shikaaayat nahi. kum hun ya zyada, tulna ki baat hai,
par kaafi hun, yeh sochkar dil khush hai.

Din bhar mein kuch khayaaal,
kahi kuch baato ka malaal,
mann dohrata hai,
jaise main mujhse hi ladh raha hun,
kuch chubhti – akharti chizon ko liye,
apni mauj mein aage badh raha hun.
sab kuch ekdum se bhula dene ka hunar nahi hai shaayad,
par dil khush hai,

Khush hun iska matlab yeh nahi,
ki chehre pe 24 ghante muskurahat rehti hai,
maayusi bhi kabhi kabhi apna kiraya deti hai.

Haar nahi maani, hathiyaar nahi daale,
zindagi ki is moothbhed mein,
bahut se achhe pal ate rahe hai,
inhe jeekar, mehsus kar

dil khush hai….