चांद दुर होकर भी
रोज़ मिलने आता हे
आप दिल में रहकर भी
बस कभी कभी ही नजर आते हो
आप आते हो नशे में नशा की तरह
दीखते भी हो, तो बस,
ऑंखे बंद होने के बाद ।
Work is what stays with you,
When no ones around,
Work is what stays here,
Even when you aint around anymore !!!
Sometimes I wish
I was a mosquito
In your bedroom
That way I could have kissed your cheek
While you were deep asleep
Sometimes I wish you were a flower
And I a honeybee
That way I could have kissed you
And the kiss would have tasted sweet
And the sweetness could have been preserved
In a comb
And someday our love
Would have nourished a man
Sometimes I wish
We were a man and wife
At least I wouldn’t be writing things
On a secret page
Waiting to be appreciated by strangers
I could have simply
Asked you for a kiss
And you could have offered me a good fuck!!!
But, the magical thing is I wish
And not hope,
Because hope is a bigger lie than love!!!
तू क्यों अपने आज को लेकर इतनी घमंड करता है,
आज का खाना शाही भी हो तो,
कल उसे घु बनकर इसी दुनिया में ही आना है ।
Depression is a reason enough to be looked down upon by the society. One what has been through depression for longer periods of time and have recovered consciously or still in the process of recovery only can know how important it is to self acknowledge one’s own condition. Its a condition that decides whether you live or you die but then there is no diagnosis that can be carried out in a lab. Neuro disorders being an exception.
Your depression does you no good while you are in it, but when you come out of it, it makes you a witness of your bad states. You become a witness of your inner self, in a way it makes you more conscious about your actions. But there are two types of depressed peopl...
तब भी जब माँ मेरे कमरे को साफ करती,
मुझे बहूत ग़ुस्सा आता था,
आज भी जब माँ ने मेरा कमरा साफ़ किया,
मुझे ज़ोर का ग़ुस्सा आया,
लेकिन तब माँ कहती थी मेरे घर में रहना है तो मेरे अनुसार रहना,
कुछ उल्टा बोलोगे तो घर से निकाल दूंगी,
लेकिन आज माँ ने कहा ठीक है फिर तो रह ले अपने घर,
करवा दें हमारी बस के टिकट और जाने दे हमें अपने घर,
तब एहसास हुआ मैं अब बड़ा हो गया हूँ,
लेकिन ऐसा लगा कि लाचार होता तो अच्छा होता,
जब माँ बेटे को बोले ये तेरा घर ये मेरा घर,
वैसे ज़िंदगी भी भला कोई ज़िंदगी है ।
You met me after so many years and asked “ are you still angry on me!”
That question convinced me that you never understood my emotions. You could never realise that I was too hurt to be angry. For me the shock is gonna last till I die.
Whats marriage for me! Its just a process of making your own shadow a bit darker, no matter how bright the light is, theres always a shadow that stays with you.
But in darkness! I had no clue about it. When its dark and my shadow goes missing, the only thing that stays with me and i can feel it, is my breath. Yes, for me marriage is like breathing. Something you can’t live without. And if you can, its better you live without it.
She had burritos
And dived into the deep blue pool
She was aware that peeing is detectable
But of wind she had no idea
Burritos being burritos
Did what they do the best
In a guilt free manner
The lady somersaulted in the water
But couldn't let it stay in
And farted one two and a little more
What could have been a stinky fart outside water
Perhaps formed bubbles of art inside!
"No matter how often she tried, she kept failing. Others laughed at her every attempt. But she never gave up. Because she was visually impaired and deaf. While she was busy trying laughs that belittled her seemed to her like encouragement and she did succeed in her final attempt.
We all should also be like her. We should have the ability to convert criticism into encouragement. If we dont do it for ourselves then who!!!
Solitude is not a bliss
When Companionship is a wish
Somedays in my thoughts
I feel like quitting poetry
And live a life like cats and dogs
And not just ill fate
I wish to send my solitude
Into loneliness one day.
I wont blame you but you are the one who made me believe that life is one big lie else I would have died believing love is what life is all about.
What they call merc
Is what i see as a toy
A toy that qualifies as manhood for you
That enchants you
To become a sex toy
Seed is life. Fruit js the distraction that distracts the predator from destroying the seed. The predator enjoys the fruit and throws away the seed. Life is preserved. Nature shows its intellect.
In my quest for conservative philosophy I realised this. Making a baby js beyond making love. Its the process of creative life. Its a hard mix of permutations and combinations and a successful match produces a baby.
Just imagine baby making process wjthout sex. It looks like a pathological task of mixing cells and waiting for a result. There would be no emotions involved. Carrying a baby and raising a baby has got a lot to do with love and emotions. That do come from hormones and chemicals, but t...
Your absence is much soothing than a false hope for your presence.
If i could barter my emotions
I could buy you the universe!
Love is like drops of water,
Its gonna quench your thirst anyway!
We were not happy together
Neither were we happy apart
As a matter of choice I chose you
And you chose yourself too
Am just not dead,
Everything that I needed to be alive,
Is long gone though,
I live like a tree,
Yet very much alive,
And much less lively!!!
People say you and I are in love,
I know not if people are aligned with you,
But am glad they made my job easy,
I dint have the guts to say it aloud,
All thanks to the gossip crowd!
Just because theres no tear in my eyes,
Never mean am not crying,
My tears have become words,
And my blood have become ink,
Together they will transform,
An invisible scar to visibly indelible!!!!!
I have to live without you never mean “ without your memories”,
People around me,
Are sick of hearing about you,
And they dont want to listen anymore,
But i can never stop talking about you,
Betrayal was the gift you found me love,
And memories is what i make of them,
One day I ll get Alzheimer’s,
And still would fill my head in your memories,
While you would be wondering,
Whos this man summoning me every night in his dreams!!
मर के ही सही,
हमारी खबर तो आई,
घर तक कभी पहूंची नहीं जो,
क़ब्र को छू गई उसकी परछाइ
Love is all about kissing people in places where even fingers can’t reach!!
The hard pinch on my tummy
That fistful of rocks thrown at me
That slap thrown at me
Those nails of yours
That engraved my skin
With an unknown language
That piece of bath towel
Hung around my neck
Strangulating me for a minute
To silence me forever
The belt that played
Music on my body while you played the tunes
Everything that you did
To shed a little blood
A little more blood
That hurt me to the core
That have silenced my inner voice
To ask for a little love, a tight hug
Yet, the enslaved soul of mine
Wishes madly for that forbidden fruit
It believes the past not to be true
It wishes if only, you were not really you!
God must be really crazy
And i say it not like yankee zulu
He sends you to places
Where you aint happy
Where you dont feel free
Where your life seems to you
Like one big punishment
Whereas he sends me nowhere
Nowhere where i love to be
Nowhere where i would die peacefully
Nowhere where i feel i belong to
If ever i meet him
I would reprimand him for being partial
And when he would ask for a proof
I would say
" how is it that he sends you ,
everyday to my dream,
and in so many months
he hasnt sent me
to your dreams even once,
for had he done that,
wont we be sleeping together
living the dream itself".
I visited an orphanage
And grew fond of one little guy
Who became my friend
And i wonder
How much i love him
No one knows
Whose sperm and whose egg
Fertilised this boy
Yet I love him so much
Like a baby of my own
You know it right
How much i yearned for a kid
Years later when i would meet
You and your kids
I will hug them
Like i used to hug you
They wont be my sperm
But they definitely
Would be your eggs
And I love you
More than anyone else.