Masked moments

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

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….

Sunset

I donno,

was sun slipping off the sky
Or
it was just an early morning lie,

was sun taking a dip in saline waters,
or
leaving behind clouds that bother

for eyes it could have so many stories,

for mind just a sunset……

Need or love

she wanted to be touched,
he wanted to be felt,
people say they made love,

but they just succumbed to the need of being felt alive by another body

Not on a high

Body is drunk, soul is dry ,

pouring whiskey down the throat ain’t giving it a high .

What do i do?

Sleep won’t intoxicate the darkness within,

for dreams have left the gates, feeling tired of waiting for insomnia to be over.

Now nightmares are queuing up,
to push the soul in valleys of anxiety

Ciggratte 2

His love was like a ciggratte,

burning tobacco from one end,

so the other could stay on her lips.

Her love was like a smoker,

it wanted to enjoy the puff,

but with a filter in between .

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

Ghar (घर)

दिल घर पे छोड़कर,

उसके शरीर ने शहर बदल लिया,

उस घर ने भी अपना आंगन छोड़,

उसके मन में एक घर कर लिया

Dil ghar pe chhodkar,

uske shareer ne sheher badal liya,

us ghar ne bhi apna anagan chhod,

uske mann mein ek ghar kar liya

Leaving

As a thing leaves

roll back your sleeves,

lean on elbowed palm,

don’t babysit chaos, adopt calm,

tilt on the right side,

let the heart on left lower the tide,

blink slow,

let the frames of departure leave eyes with a glow

see the world from a different angle,

there is beauty to things entangled

let the knots just be….

Conviction

The lines outgrew his palms,
he wanted more from life,
much more than his destiny offered,
for his dreams weren’t bound by fist,
instead chose to take leap from his fingertips.