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...

The empty page

I want to write and fill this empty page
But my thoughts can’t seem to gather,
They don't behave even when asked nicely
“Wouldn’t you be archived rather?”

An idea, a memory, a meaningful story
Can’t seemed to be caught with or without care,
Solely to be protected from the effects
Of the soul’s restoration and novelty’s flair.

I thought I had control over this mess
I was sure I knew which road to take,
But somewhere along the lines
I started believing it was all a mistake.

As I fill this page with a sense of void
I begin to comprehend,
It’s not about the thoughts that I can contain
It’s not about the beginning or the end.

If I keep writing without a plan
The text would lack rhythm, would lack flow,
If I keep going the way I am
I would never be able to let go...

Let go of the thoughts that contain me
Not the ones I hope to suppress,
I must let them fill the sky
Holding on is not worth the stress.

Some time has passed since I’ve been
Eyeing the big picture and doing my part,
Creating distances in places that were
Once ruled only by the innocence of the heart.

It’s tough having to keep the sails up during the storms
And maintain my forward stance,
But it’s even harder to keep reminding myself of why,
Why I chose to do this dance.

For a moment I even stop.
Stop and evaluate the steps I’m making,
I feel as if my poses might be the source
Of the sound I recognize… as a heart breaking.

I tip-toe to your side to check up on you
But find nothing abnormal in my inspection,
When given a chance to redeem, you act like your typical self
And unknowingly encourage me to resume my resurrection.

So it seems I’m determined now
To no longer reflect on stale thoughts from the past,
To let go and make room for my simple self
And to see this page filled at last.

Rain

One cold Saturday night,
She sat comfortably,
With her warm coffee,
Surrounded by deep, but patient, red walls,
People hastily walking to their destinations,
Explaining themselves loudly on their phones,
Rich mahogany sofas,
Looking intriguingly back at her,
Waiting to possess her listless being.

She, seated on a tall chair near the foggy, wet windows,
Didn’t acknowledge the notion of the sofas,
Didn’t hear the hurrying footsteps go by,
Didn’t hear the Starbucks employee,
Serving drinks with unusually long names,
Didn’t hear something so simple as tea,
Being called a ‘tall-non-fat-extra-hot-chai-tea-latte-for-Jen.’

All she heard,
Was the rain.
The innocent rain drops making their way down to Earth,
She enjoyed witnessing this grounding ceremony,
And would often observe,
From her own windowsill in her room.

As she watched the heavenly crystals make their way down,
She wondered, if,
In a far away place,
Someone was witnessing the same magic,
If someone far away,
Was trying to overlook the stubborn fog,
And see the rain clouds persistently block the moon,
If someone far away,
Noticed how beautifully the wet leaves glistened,
While asleep.

Hours had passed,
Before she realized she herself wanted to sleep,
And rest her worn out body,
Wishing only to be woken,
By his deep soothing voice,
Telling her how wonderful she sounds in the morning,
Telling her to just stay in bed,
Telling her how he missed her,
But, alas, her wish,
Would only be a wish,
For he himself was a raindrop,
That would never fall upon on her ground...

Samay

Arz kiya hai:

Mushkil se guzarte hain yeh khaali khaali se lamhe,
Is khamoshi ki khalish napasand hai humein,
Mann mein bikhre bezubaan sawaalon ke,
Shayad ab jawaab de payega sirf samay...

Zameer

Arz kiya hai:

Tumse baat karne ki,
Zameer ijaazat nahi deta,
Is doori ki gardish se,
Yeh dil sehmat nahi rehta...