Wazan ka kissa

 Insan zindagi guzar deta hai,  

shabdo main wazan badhane ko,  

Kaaya ka wazan ghatane ko.  

Kabhi khud se hi ladta rehta hai,  

Kabhi duniya ko samjhaane ko.  

Khushiyon ke bojh uthaaye firta,  

Ghamon ko dil se udaane ko.  

Zindagi ka falsafa bhi ajeeb hai- 

Baar-baar bekaar lagti cheezein hi  

dil ko aakhir sukoon de jaati hain.  

Jo baatein samajh nahi aati,  

Wahi rooh ko naya rang de jaati hain.  

Thoda jazba rakho, thodi si zid rakho,  

Kuch chhoti-badi arzooein sambhal kar rakho- 

Inhi ki roshni se subah rooh jagti hai,  

warna din bhi bas yuhi guzar sa jaata.  

Sapnon ka safar hamesha tedha-medha hota hai,  

Kabhi raaste galat lagte hain,  

Kabhi manzil sahi hote hue bhi door bhaag jaati hai.  

Magar isi ulajh mein hi lutf chhupa hai,  

Isi safar mein hi zindagi dhadakti, panapti hai.  

Ye galat bhi hai… sahi bhi…  

Kisi ko kya maloom?  

Bas har roz  

Chalte jao….:)

I’m Still Learning How To Be

I am made of more than bones and breath

I am the rush of emotions that color my days.

The spark of silent realisations 

The tremble of vulnerability,

The courage it takes just to feel…

I carry memories in scent

The rain that smells like forgotten stories

The spice of home-cooked love,

The faint trace of perfume from a chapter long closed 

Yet still bookmarked in my heart.

I belong to the world through touch

The warmth of a hand that says “you’re not alone”,

The breath of the breeze against my skin,

The grounding of grass beneath my feet,

Reminding me, I’m connected to something infinite.

I see life in stories painted in light

In sunrises that promise beginnings,

In sunsets that whisper “let go”,

In eyes that shine with untold tales,

In colors, in shadows, in the beauty I choose to notice.

I am human,

Alive in every sense,

Breathing in the world

With all that I am

Feeling, touching, seeing, remembering,

Becoming- still learning how to be…

Repeat?

 Why I'm upset?

breakage of bond...

a support that is gone...

a comfort that was known...

I swear I didn't mean to rhyme,

it has happened on its own.

may be that's the thing

 l live on patterns that resonates 

well, but now it's time to heal from the core

it's not easy 

wounds will trigger

things would repeat

But  I have to be conscious always

and not just for this retreat

oh my God! I again repeat

the habit of rhyming

without intending to be

so, here's the thing 

it may be natural for me

to live on patterns

so let it be

let me create the ones 

which don't give defeat

and build me each day

without remorse or the guilt...

रंग

The Feeling

Give me your words or your silence

Give me your hand or a little distance

Give me mellow or raspy

or don’t give nothing at all

Give me your time to age with you

or give me your arms to die in…

Stay in the gamut of my eyes to see you

or keep that hope burning, you’ll be with me!

Don’t give nothing to me

You won’t give anything to me

You may not have a chunk to reminisce

You have flown far-off

I have run chock-full

Across you, Towards you and Against you!

I don’t remember how exactly we lived together

I don’t remember how exactly we shared our time

I don’t remember how exactly we fought

I don’t remember how exactly the time passed with you

And also without you…

But one thing, which is integral is “The Feeling” of being with you.

The Feeling  which belongs to you

The Feeling  which belongs to you and me

The Feeling which belongs to us

That feeling which binds us,

has been always constant in me…

And I enshrine it as it is…

And that’s something and the only thing

Which never has absconded me…

My reflexes work just the same

When I was with you

And now, when I only feel you…

And that’s how I’m always complete with you…

But, Only with you!

Awakening

From all the hash and the frailness

She felt the deepest gash in her bones

Being ceded was not a facile submission

But She tried and gushed out every inch of that worm

From her body and the soul

Instead of scorning and squabbling

She pared the abrasion

With the compassion

The way Enkindled her

She became a firestone

She always dreamt of having wings to fly up in the air

But now she knows, it’s not the wings which makes you soar

It’s the dimension in which you live by

It’s not the things, not the people, who make you rich and strong

It’s that eccentric force which keep you rock

She loves the place she lives in now

She has no rues and no gripes

She has supernal joy which she pined

It’s an awakening and not a revive!

Shattering Down

Where do I Belong

Something had been missing from the start

I kept searching it between the gaps of us

I was obsessed with the idea of love

To love, being loved.

That I forgot to ask

What do I want.

Who am I…

Where do I belong.

All this time

I have been lost

And this is the rust

On the treasure I may hold

So, A hello from me to myself

 I hope we meet someday

And to this journey of finding myself

I say cheers to be alone

So that I know

Where to stick

And from where to move on

And life however goes on...

The Darkest Phase

So the darkest phase had come,
They were standing facing each other,
The final words were about to come ...
She thought to initiate,
But he Hugged her tight,
And took a U- turn.
Their story ended the same way it started,
Her words left unheard from the start till the end...

She still kept thinking,
What went wrong,
It was her decision,
So she couldn't question anyone...
Was he the one,
And needed to be pore over,
Or she fell for the wrong one...
And now she must move on.

But what is the gist,
How much she thinks,
How much she builds...
When she knows,
He won't listen,
He would go,
The way he wants,
The way he grows...

She must recreate herself,
And shut her mouth,
Shut her ears,
Nobody is there to listen,
She is tired talking to herself ...
She wants a vacuum,
Where no air can bring his smell,
To make her weak on her knees.

She has requested,
She has pleaded,
She has yelled,
She has begged,
She has lost her self esteem.
She is broken,
She is rotten,
All she needs now is a rescue.
To live in peace,
Away from grief,
To smile from heart,
To smile from liver.

She deserves to be happy she finally felt,
She can make it better,
She finally said.
She will not forget, she knows.
But she will fade its impact,
She promised to herself.

Souls Still Talk...

We are too far away

Miles away

Poles apart

But souls still talk

My night doesn't end

Without the thought

You miss my smell

And I kiss you all

How things end

When the souls are one

They feed each other

We are no one

No one to decide

No one to ride

Ride away from the right

Right is not what we see

Right is not what we say

What we say are only words

Words don't matter

When souls are one

And souls still talk...

Wounded Soul

The crash and the burn

The gap and the hole

After all it ended

A new fight started

The residuals told the story

The ashes gave the hints

But all that left free were dead bodies

Souls were still trapped and tangled

Some stories end like this

And some stories start from this

We are the players but we can’t decide

We are the leads but we don’t have control

Are these excuses and we are just denying

Because we don’t want to fight with bled souls

Or we have already become ore?

Later is not the case for sure!

The souls are still trapped and tangled

The souls we have to set free

Free from deception and perception

They will be united

Because they never fell apart

And they never can be...

Blown Away...

The wind was blowing

And everything around froze

Standing there Inert

Got no chance not to lose…

Some junctures like this

Take away your momentous

You get blown away with the tide

And let everything else go on….

Yes! Women Cry

She was candied and virtuous

Swamped with her life

Winning her daily goals

And toiling to achieve her pine

Somebody came in

Showboated the ‘fervid Thing’ 

She relied and went off with him

She was already strong and rigid

Took the accord with the same demeanor

Without knowing,

 Nothing matters,

When life has to fuck you!

She lost her ways to dreams

She doesn’t know where to head now

But she said she is an athlete

Knows how to stand when fallen in middle

She denied the man

Who are supposed to be strong

Who don’t cry and take the pain of their words

Until somebody else make them to shake off

She stood hard and bold

Gave him chance to prove his balls

He was with his hands tied

And muddled in his thoughts

So she had to took the sword

Yes, Women cry!

And let go off things with her tears

She doesn’t stand still

Till the time flies so high!

Is It Still Too Dark?

The walls are red

The room is dark

People come close

Then fears to start

Cos the fence is high

Powered by thrones

Everybody wanders

What is in the vault

A treasure to hunt

Or it’s just a mirage

They keep on making efforts

Facing million thwarts     

          

Dawn would break

Turning everything into raw

In the eyes of them

Where the dreams used to flower

And the walls would fall

Turning everything dark

The little things

The little things

I used to think

In my shallow day dreams

When cool breeze used to set

In the winter spree

With ice cream in my hand and pink lips

I used to blush, gazing at sky, carefree!

 Little moments make up the day

The little gestures take me away

I thought life is going to be sunshine

I started thinking oh! All the joys are mine

Then life quickly turned the page

And whispered in my ear

Baby get up, you have gotten late

I have many things to show you up

Don’t get stuck up on the way

I smiled broader and started walking away

Eyes were open but I could barely see the way

I was lost in the dreams

Of what life promised me to gave

I went so far in my dreams

That I forgot to carry the pain

So life had to break my sleep

To bang on me, Yet again…

Caught in The Middle

Smiling faces, debased respect

Swagging around, sussing out luminaries

Swirling wine, shaking glasses

Shrieking with laughter, inside detest

Among the crowd of imposters

There may be a soul

Bellowing in pain

But inside the heart

She can’t wear this mask

To contrive her task

She wanted to shine like a star

With her guitar

Prepared with her codes

And ready to be a rockstar

But all her preparations

Got wasted away

Because the chords were different 

And she lost away

She used to play the rhythm

They wanted to play with her

She believed in absolutism

They believe in carnalism

Should she pave the way

Or get lost away

She thought a little

Before moving away

She had to decide between her dreams and her dignity

In any case

She was the loser

And those felons would win away

She could cherish her dreams

With body without soul

But she decided to live

With half the soul

She left the place

She left her guitar

She started running back

But couldn't reach the past

She was caught in the middle

And craving for a start

Among all the thwarts

And then people say

Women is weak

They are worry-wart

Unsaid Words...

Some Unsaid Words
 Remain tangled within your heart

You weep, you cry
An then state of numb
Those words remain in your heart

You laugh with them
You are sad in their gloom
Those word acts behind the talks

The think of separation
Stir your emotions
Those word then scream
But inside your heart

You can do nothing
But you want to do anything
When things are not in your hands
Some word remains unsaid...