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"

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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.

Part 1

Kabhi kabhi jab beeta hua kal,
Bus mein kar leta hai aaj ka yeh pal,
Toh sochti hoon kab tak, kab tak,
Yaadein karengi raahon ko ujjwal.

Najane kab shuru hui woh daastan,
Najane kab dharti ban gayi aasman,
Chalte toh the hum aankhein khol ke,
Par najane kab badal gaya raasta.

Waqt ke saath saath badti gayi dosti,
Tez baarishon mein hone lagi masti,
Kareeb aa rahe the hum baaton ke zariye,
Jald hi pasand aane lagi ek dooje ki hasti.

Zyaada tez nahi thi chahat ki raftaar,
Phir bhi dil ka ek hissa bethe the haar,
Jis dosti ki masoomiyat ko na chherna chaha humne,
Uss dosti ki seemayein ho gayi thi paar.

Jaane anjane mein hum yaar ban gaye,
Aur “dost” ke naam ka kalakaar ban gaye,
Toofan se ladne ki koshish mein,
Hum bechari lehron ka pyaar ban gaye.

Sahi galat ki pehchaan kho gayi,
Mehfil ki woh pehle wali muskaan kho gayi,
Door kiya khud ko tumse, kyunki,
Is uljhe se rishte mein khud ki pehchaan kho gayi.

To be continued...