2020

Shaayar ka sukoon aksar khushi mein nahi, dard mein milta hai.
Ujaale mein kaise likhey woh sher jo andhere mein khilta hai.

Burn

May the love be eternal,
May the pain be internal,
When I see my reflection,
May the scars be external.

Jashn Aur Matam

Tera jashn akelepan ka marham hogaya,
Tera laparwah mizaj is dil ka matam hogaya.

Happens By Itself

Akelepan ki aadat,
Adhuri mohabbat ki adaalat,
Pooch ke nahi hoti,
Teri bewafai ki waqaalat.

Fitoor

Zehen se kabool hua,
Jism ka ghuroor hua,
Zameer ke khilaaf hokar,
Teri chahat ka fitoor hua.

Society

"What's the problem?" They ask.
If I could, I would
summarize it in a short phrase.
If I could, I would
capture the gist and present it in a way
that answers this rhetoric
for once and for all.
"What's the problem?" They ask.
How do I explain the enormity
of this conflict named modern love.
How do I eloquently extract
the discrepancy of the concept
of a hopeless romantic being
thrusted into this "swipe" culture.
A quick glance at a portrait
is to serve as grounds for interest.
These grounds are shaky
without any hope for escape in sight.
"So, what's the problem?" They ask.
Are they capable of swallowing
the magnitude of this heart's desire
to find that old-fashioned charm
that creates life-long magic?
"What's the problem?" They ask.
After much contemplation
I stand up and say to them,
"You are my problem."

Finish line.

I loved you like I never felt the pain,
Cared deeply knowing I have little to gain.
It's not that you don't love,
You say you do. Promise to be better,
But you're unable. Can't see past self-blame.
Can't realize that you'll only be worthy of me,
By loving me more than you have, each day.
Aware of the matter, I try and erase your shame
To help you see the light that love can bring,
But like a pendulum, you sway. Somedays hopeful,
Others, immersed in the professional game.
My efforts have come to a still.
My passion and aggression now tamed.
I wish you the best, and the courage
To see past yourself and your company name,
As there might be someone desiring your love,
To help her ease the pain.

Messages

Lafz alag par pegaam wohi...
Zara khul ke zindagi jiya karo,
Uth uth keh kehta hai ab jaam wohi...
Zara thodi thodi piya karo.

Easy

Assaan thi woh zindagi,
Jismein nahi they tum,
Assaan thi woh raatein,
Jismein jazbaat they gum.

Rubaroo

Aaj kal ka intezaar hai,
Kab hogi khudh se mulaqaat,
Aur kab samjhega yeh mann,
Dil ki woh unkahi baat.

Blank

Na koi khushi,
Na koi gham,
Ab toh aisa lagta hai, ae dil,
Murda se hain hum.

Star Crossed Strangers

Baat unkahee dono ko pata hai,

Par hai toh woh bus do ajnabee,

Khwaaishon mein unhe ulajhna kaisa,

Miley toh sahi... na miley toh sahi.

Dark Adapt

Seven billion, and counting
All we need...is one.
The supposed crowds promise company
But at the end of the day,
It's just you.
Just you and the darkness.
The night sky toys with irony,
Displaying the elaborate array of stars,
but even it knows
It's true disconnect with its predictable,
yet temporary residents.
Although we adapt to this..
this daily darkness,
We know somewhere deep inside,
That after night, comes day
And that day, may just bring us...
That one.

Hometown

Once a roaring bustle, now a mere hush.
Honking cars and crowds to years of silence.
Strange consonance, this life.
It's lessons come with time,
But the tests come before.
The sounds of tradition strike chord after chord,
note after note of the similar, melodious tune.
But the heart never seems to have had enough.
One more time, it says. Just one more.
Tabla and sitar in perfect harmony,
not missing a beat, and yet...
signaling at the dissonant emptiness
of life across the sea.
The fulfillment is gone.
The roaring bustle...was once home.

Dance

The liquidity that is dance,
an honest expression of the soul.
To let yourself go and feel the rhythm
effortlessly move your body..
vocalizes the fiery life that is you,
waiting to be heard, waiting to be seen.
To feel the air touch every part of you,
inside and out,
the words spoken by your feet,
sometimes in passion,
sometimes aggression.
The liberation tasted by occupying the spaces,
the big, bold steps that say:
I'm intrepid.
This liquidity...that is dance.

Desire

Uss paimaane ka maza hi kya jisme jaam na ho,
Uss dil ki raza hi kya jis par koi naam na ho…

Courage

They say silence is golden
To me it feels like rust
They say time heals all
Heck, who do I even trust
How much longer will it take?
Sand in the hourglass has turned to dust
Unwilling to collect or settle
This aimless waiting is too unjust.

The pain seems to have set within
Even it refuses to move I guess
Its become a part of me,
Fills the emptiness, more or less.
Can't fathom the sad songs in your playlist
Maybe they were just their time's best
See I pretend to be indifferent
But the mirror reflects a lovely mess..

..with glimpses of an emotional fool
The one who put us through this
I know it wasn't all me
Yet taking the blame feels closer to bliss
Bliss..to free you of the burden
The burden to answer this:
Did you too feel something amazing..
with every touch, every kiss?

But that's entirely your business
Your feelings are none of my concern
I distract myself with me
and let the unturned leaves burn.
The glowing fire is liberating
Reminds me of what I have learned.
If you have something to say,
Say it with courage; it's your turn.

"Life as a Re-Applicant"

For the first time, I'd like to share someone else's work on my blog. Inspiring article! Very well written. Check it out :)

http://studentdoctor.net/2009/04/life-as-a-re-applicant/

Chhup chhup ke

Kuch bhi ab darmiyaan nahi,
Phir bhi sapno mein aap kuch kehte hain,
Bejaan dil mein ab ghum nahi,
Phir bhi chhup chhup ke aansoon behte hain...

Fiction

...In continuation to 'Part 1'

Gave it time,
Tried to forget,
Got angry at life,
Cried myself to bed,
Still feeling so hollow,
Trying to keep you in my head,
Missed you madly while denying it,
Lost track of the tears I’ve shed.

Being so close and now so away,
It’s as if I’ve left a part of me behind,
If we keep going at this rate,
I’ll soon be hard to find,
You think I don’t know how you feel,
I may pretend but I’m not blind,
You yourself don’t know,
But to me, your soul is kind.

I look at my hand,
Notice the shape my fingers take,
And remember how your fingers,
Would fill the space mine make,
I’m scared to let you in,
Coz my heart…only you can break,
Unable to find the reality in this fantasy,
But what we have cannot be fake.

Told the friends there is nothing,
And got accused of being untrue,
Heard the same advice time and again,
“Make sure you let nothing brew,”
Suppressed myself to the tenth level,
Went against my entire crew,
Only to realize I can’t keep lying to myself,
Coz truth is…I’m in love with you.