Tag: Writing

Heart crawlers

They come out of hiding, 
appear to be abiding, 
searching not, but begging for place, 
place not in house, but in heart, 
they are into impostering like an art, 

you avoid them at start,
but end up dealing, 
you look for their wounds, 
wounds they have decorated,
to catch your attention,
without even a fleeting mention, 
in the conversations 
which involve your silences 
and their stories, 
your copy-paste OKs and their overdose of sorries, 

you give them place, 
a place in your heart,
still confused
whether as a gift of love or a loan of sympathy, 

and the problem starts the moment they take it, 
they try to make it something of their own, 
making you forget the heartbeats you own, 
they start coaxing you for more space, 
you give them an inch more, 
they bargain for square feets,
they nail you on your weak nerves, 
even blackmail if it serves.

Sleep

We try to sleep through...

the near misses which were never aimed until the very end, 

the frictions which were indulged in to test the blade,
 
the conversations going in reverse courtesy the motor mouths, 

those brainless orders given by the brainwashed,

the never ending race for someone's medal.

Trying so hard is making insomnia more achievable with each passing night..

Persevere

Hum the song till you breathe the lyrics
numb the nerve till heart finds peace in the pricks, 

savor the mirror till mind replaces the frame with real click, 
curse the skin till the leather becomes thick, 

fiddle the curtain till eyes can't resist the rays anymore,
stand in rain till the flesh feels like home in downpour

Waves and curves

Saw a mermaid soaking sun on boat,
maybe she got license to ferry,
now waves tide to her whims,
for she holds their secrets,
more than a moon could ever carry.

Her curves tempt the waves to rise
and lick them,
leaving behind the salts to soak beauty off her skin,
ageless waves feel she is the ocean of their sin.

Badalta waqt badalte log

Jinse moodne ki umeed thi,

unhone palatke bhi naa dekha,

arse baad jab takraaye,

toh pata chala,

waqt ne unhe ek hunar sikhaya hai

jaankar anjaan banne ka….

Jinse roshni ki umeed thi,

wahi raat de gaye,

jiski subeh woh apne saath le gaye,

sau baar utthe hum us raat mein,

par khidki par sirf andhera dikhta tha

aur parda sarkaane ki himmat rahi naa thi,