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
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
The play was real without any rehearsal,
some enjoyed their tragedies,
while others remained poker faced even in the joys.
Ones who thought they were hero,
broke down after realizing their role,
ones who thought they would own the stage,
had to make peace with a guest appearance.
No one actually knew when the backstage will recall them,
dialogues were going to be important,
but silence too had a role to play.
Some got variety of roles as long as they remained clay,
while the stubborn were played by the play.
All tried to bribe the script writer for an immortal fame,
but he kept changing the actors and stage remained the same
Incomplete sentences
out to find their meaning
growing thirsty for ink to meet their full stops
Seedhiyan chadhte chadhte,
seeshiyan khaali hoti rahi,
zubaan pe shehed ragadte,
choton pe gaali hoti rahi.
in sleep i dreamt,
in senses i planned,
to see you turn up twisted,
just not going the way i insisted,
tried to figure you out,
by putting pen to paper,
ending up on wrong side of grammar,
sloppy lines, sharp curves,
i often trembled,
as you felt my nerves.
I thought …
ripping the watch off the wrist,
would change the times,
sipping dew beneath the mist,
would quench the thirsts,
keeping hands off the thread,
would skip being culprit of the knots,
letting a tear off the eye,
would prevent the bubble bursts,
begetting words through eyes,
would escape the misquotes,
forgetting the ties,
would push the emotions away,
but it didn’t happen…
years were deprived of a minute,
sips weren’t enough to drown the thirst,
knots transpired to cast a web,
a tear moved out stealing all the pearls,
choked words couldn’t reach the eyes,
memories of the left held emotions to ransom,
and
the chaos survived
When a thing is slipping from your fingers while you await the arrival of another,
when roads lead to destination, but you don’t feel like travelling any further,
when the dilemma of rushing or letting it go begins to churn your peace,
when your maturity is making your silence pay higher fees,
when you have run out of options and don’t have a plan in place,
when you have run out of gasoline and you want to set everything ablaze.
What isn’t there,
but weighs you down,
and you carry it like a trophy on head
Thamne aur thaamne ki jaddo-jehed thi,
aakhon mein tairta khara paani,
labo pe raengti kuch aakhri boondein shehed ki….lekar..
naa jaane kis pyaas mein jee rahe the...
Lips faked smiles,
tongue was tied,
words were dying beneath,
throat running dry…
Hips grooved,
back caved in ,
heart quaking beneath,
mind felt like jumping off dizzy heights