The End..

Bridging the differences,
through intoxication,
Escaping reality,
by embracing commotion.

The music soon fades,
Thoughts in each head,
Eyes averted,
& no words are said.

Pretensions like dominoes,
fall away one by one,
The smiles are crushed,
by the veiled burden.

Cursed with incorrigibility,
Search for a haven,
Live through another night,
In suspended animation.

A haze of smoke,
An empty glass,
is what the night left behind,
is all that lasts.

उम्मीद की आस

जब पत्ते सब झडे,उम्मीद बचाई सीने में|

अब पेड़ ही न रहे खड़े,तो क्यों आस रहेगी जीने में|

जब अरसों बारिश नहीं बरसी,उम्मीद बचाई सीने में|

अब आँखें आंसुओं को भी तरसी,तो क्यों आस बचेगी जीने में|

जब खाली हुए शराब के प्याले,उम्मीद बचाई सीने में|

अब मैखाने पे पड़ गए ताले,तो क्यों आस रहेगी जीने में|

जब ज़माने से मुंह मोड़ा था,उम्मीद बचाई सीने में|

अब जो तुमने साथ छोड़ा है,तो क्यों आस रहेगी जीने में|

A Man in Rag Mopes..

He never hires his heirs,
Those aides with ideas,
who use words as sword,
to lure and then rule.

Like the leper who repel,
Runts at all turns,
Risen by a siren,men fight,
led by saints with stains.

But He tires of their rites,
& spit on those pits called religion,
Saying 'strap the parts together,
or leave the ache to each'

But the hearts on earths,
stay rife with fire,
The heat of hate rises,
As Dogs worship Gods.

Conquest

I sat back resplendently,
Ignoring all the prevalent signs,
of you coming along,
Claiming what was rightfully mine.

Backed by an army of our memories,
Through pathways only you could find,
Creating a fortress for yourself,
And occupying the whole of my mind.

I tried maintaining illusions of control,
And valiantly all my senses fought,
Till you conquered everything,
My hopes,my dreams,my thoughts.

And now I stand vanquished,
Having relinquished all I once knew,
Yet failing to accept my only failing,
That I always belonged to you.

ये शहर कुछ अजीब है

ये शहर कुछ अजीब है,

हकीकत धुंदली,ख्वाब करीब है|

कहीं दो रोटी के लिए भागदौड़ है,

कहीं खाते खाते शरीर चौड़ है|

कहीं सोने को फूटपाथ नहीं,

कहीं जश्न चलते सारी रात हैं|

कहीं चार मज़हब के लोग ट्रेन की एक सीट पे हैं,

कहीं लोगों को बांटने के लिए मारपीट है|

कहीं हर अजनबी को शहर में जगह दे,

कहीं अपने पडोसी का नाम न बता सके|

ये शहर कुछ अजीब है,

ख्वाबों की चाहत है,हकीकत नसीब है|

Farewell to Arms..

"Pick up the gun and shoot asshole"

I stare silently and intently at the intimidating piece of black metal.It has been weeks since I last used it. And now even though I just want to pick it up and shoot,I can do nothing but stare at it.

"You are a sissy piece of shit!What are you scared of?Haven't you killed anyone before?Look at yourself in the mirror,shivering like a 15 year old bride on her first night"

I shrug off the insult,worse have been hurled at me and after all words can never hurt as much as bullets right?

I hear her voice,soothing,comforting,the only promise in the bleakness of my accursed life but I know it's just in my head.I start smiling wryly.

"You have lost it!You have become crazy.Now do what I say and finish it off"

I am not insane but they snatched away the only sane thing I ever possessed,shooting her in cold-blood right in front of my eyes.I would have wished myself dead if I did not wish to kill those who killed her.I vowed vengeance and it kept me alive in my darkest days.

"Stop ranting uselessly and finish off what you started.It was all meant to be this way.Stop having different ideas.Never think too much.You think too much,you die"

He says this and he starts laughing maniacally.

Three weeks since I killed the last of them.After that I have sat every evening like this,wondering what's next.

"You have suffered enough punishment and there's no redemption for you.The only option you have is in front of you"

He talks shit.He really does but it is also true.One's conscience doesn't lie.As I pick up the gun,point it at my own head and shoot,he calmly says 'those who live by the gun,die by it'

Lost Souls

Tortured yet hopeful,

Like the parched land,

Moving but nowhere,

Floating like particles of sand.

A zealot's belief,

Each other's faith as well as fault,

Groping at what could be,

yet wishing for the moment to halt.

Like two compatible imperfections,

Creating a separate perfect world,

Forgetting that we are aberrations but,

Fretting when their machinations unfurl.

And hoping to find some hope,

We scavenge across their Universe,

Trying to find a place to hide,

while our happiness they vilely curse.

They make themselves to break us,

The Society,rules,expectations,destiny,

And yet here we are today,

the only place we were meant to be.

We find solace in each other,

for we are simply two lost souls,

wanting to be ourselves separately,

yet together seeking to be whole.