Thursday, January 8, 2015

उस रात न जाने क्या कुछ तामीर हुआ

उस रात न जाने क्या कुछ तामीर हुआ
जो कुछ भी था, तड़प तड़प कर दम तोड़ रहा था

उस रात बहुत कुछ बदल गया था
उस रात तुम्हारा अक्स सच्चा और तुम झूठे  लग रहे थे

रेंगता हुआ तुम्हारा अतीत मेरे अतीत के सामने तैरने लगा था
उस रात कत्ल हुआ था किसी का
उस रात  मौत आई थी

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Lets do it again.. In Rhyme




Moon kissed beach
Time
Distance
lost 
Time 
Distance
Calls 
Texts
More Texts
Meet
Meet again
Sufi 
Location change
Four eyed monsters
Bliss
Love
 Fights  
Love
Fights
Tragedy
Love
fights
Short comings
Betrayal/ Lies
Reconciliation
Betrayal / Lies
Reconciliation
Lies 
Reconciliation 
Distance
Coldness
Sadness
Separation
The End (?)



Monday, April 28, 2014

Varchasva


Varchasva 
Apne hone ka yakin jaata raha, 
Apni dhundhali yaadon ke saaye mein, 
Us sunhare sooraj ko aaj bhi daanto se pakade baitha hun

The Bonfire

Daddy use to light better fire.  Daddy’s fire was so bright, so happy; shades of color I had just learnt would all come together and swirl about over the logs and under them. Gentle, yet strong, as flames engulfed bit of dried leaves and twigs, it crackled. Urged on by my father, the flame grew with spurts of rich orange and red.
Mom says all fires are alike. But I don’t think she has an eye for things like these. I think moms afraid because Dad’s fire went out.
I think Dad’s fire was lit with more than a few matches. It could never go out or be extinguished. Daddy’s fire just moved


The Jigsaw


In the end, he had to admit, he didn't really understand her. He didn't understand women. He didn't understand men. He didn't even understand children very well. All he really understood, he thought, was himself and the rest of the universe. Neither anything like completely, of course, but both well enough to know that what remained to be discovered would make sense; it would fit in, it could all be gradually and patiently fitted together a bit at a time, like an infinite jigsaw puzzle, with no straight edges to look for and no end in sight, but one in which there was always going to be somewhere for absolutely any piece to fit.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Queen of Winter

I'm Corinthian light
A snake in flowers by night
The last temptation of christ
Evil in mortal.
Queen of winter on throne
The murduress lurked in vulger caresses
vestal masturbation
(purity) overthrown!!

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Freak and the Star

The Freak takes the star off his roof, dismantles the blinding light... its time for supernova, the fire moved on