Memories

silence waits for the memories
memories wait for the night
night waits for the poetry
and poetry waits to unveil

poetry reminds of the beloved
night reminds of the longing
memories remind of the separation
and silence reminds to conceal.

REQUIEM OF ESCAPIST

Chaand Ki Katori Hai
raat yeh chatori hai
saare taare ek taraf
zindagi batori batori hai

Life is like the moon's bowl
of this voracious night of thoughts.
Where all the stars shimmer on one side
And life collects itself in an isolated darkness.

The flimsy silk of our bonding
Will shiver, will shrink, will scatter in the coldness
Still she knits a sweater for the unknown beloved
For all the stars will shimmer on one side
And life collects itself for an ambiguous fantasy.

These very own dreams, the precious dreams
Dissolves every day in the rain of reality
And we the poorest of all sufferers
Mask the obvious under the screen of hands.

* An attempt as translation of the song.

Reword

i repaint the image of colorless past

i repair the ruins of unkempt thoughts

i regrow the shadows of man's god

i recall the faintness of love and betrayal.

i reborn to enter and exit the stage "life"

i replay this game since eternity.

Migraine

The world is busy with better wars

But my head collapses for one.

Migraine oust all the shades of comfort

Acknowledge its image for fostering none.

The world is busy with exaggerated issues

And my head collapses for one.

Beg or pray but the day it comes

Nothing suffices the throbbing skull.

The world is busy with earnest ignorance

And my head collapses for one

Insomnia and dreams seems integrated

With moon beside me I wonder about the sun.

The world is busy with obsolete verdicts

And my head collapses for one

There Foucault pendulum of mature law rusts

Between the sin from past and the future of none

The world is busy with chronic break-ups

And my head collapses for one.

The balm on her palm ignites

The lucid accusation on her tongue

The world is busy with eternal wounds

But my head collapses for one.

Finally the pain-relief enchants the ache

And I enter the vicious cycle of malady.

Friends

The way I riddle
The way you solve
The way I fiddle
The way you resolve

The way I gorge
The way you select
The way I tremble
The way you collect


The way I blather
The way you orate
The way I stammer
The way you narrate

The way I disagree
The way you debate
The way I howl
The way you liberate


The way I punch
The way you go
The way I smile
The way you blow

The way I fall
The way you hold
The way I lament
The way you scold


The way I love
The way you mock
The way I propose
The way you shock

The way I lost
The way you find
The way I break
The way you bind


The way I think
The way you act
The way I perform
The way you react

The way I protest
The way you defend
The way I allow
The way you offend


The way I learn
The way you teach
The way I hide
The way you reach

The way I am you
The way you are me
The way we are together
As love should be.

elusive poet

Life is a strange stage

Where I strum string less guitar

The world is my symphony

Where folly claims to be the star

ALIVE

A star from heaven settles on earth

And a soul from earth is released

Morning unveils this journey

Of dreamers and distant lovers

To keep one more day alive.

A driver appreciates the canvas of sky,

A thinker renders nature poetically

Wheels of odyssey marches towards destiny

Who accepts serendipity?

To keep one more day alive.

From the glass towers to the tangled flyovers

From the blazing sun to the heat of bulldozers

From work in progress to progress in demolition

Welcome to NEW DELHI

To keep one more day alive.

’10 summer’s capitalises the best of angers

The planned plan fails the actual planning

Some nights approach the Star Plus

Some evening scored the FIFA’s Jabulani

To keep one more day alive.

Deep fry the parantha and enjoy the old city

Push and pull the room of ten to adjust fifty

“In my arms I will carry you safe and economically”

The Metro shrinks and shrills in the heart of Delhi

To keep one more day alive.

The definition of modernism

Becomes the couture of feminism

In the name of honour they kill

In the name of news they fill

To keep one more day alive

Night consoles strugglers and cell phones

‘A new message’ calms the lover on terrace

Love is a commodity dear consumer

50% off, grab it now, don’t miss it

To keep one more day alive.

The autowala reminiscences his youth

The dilliwala launches his website

Monsoon skips Kashmiri Gate

Silence mocks at my grave and I wait

To keep one more day alive

Twilight and lullaby carts infancy

Inside the vulnerable wombs

Ghalib moans and chants over their tomb

And soul of violent river fuses in my corpse

To keep one more day alive.

The voyage of the poetry ends

And so did quest of June

The rain touches the earth and

The nomad dances with her madness

To keep one more day alive.

Love

As my beloved unveils himself,

the sky blazes the earth,

the night engulfs the sun,

and the trail of love begins.

Search

in search of my heaven

i create the image of hell.

in search of my height

i create the image of well.

in search of my even,

i create the image of odd.

in search of my devil,

i create the image of god.

Empty

As I wrote and tore
The blue ink grew red
All I tore and wrote was
The nothingness of my head

Time

To preserve you, I erected temples.
To conserve you, I created man.
One day, the flames of faith swallowed both.
And since then I am god and you are devil.

what exists today.

no word but silence,
no company but voids,
no truth but masks,
no society but obligations,
no faith but politics,
no reason but wars,
no man but gods,
no me but you,
exists today.

Mad Woman

don't let her fall in love
she is meant to hate and betray
don't teach her to be patient
she is meant to suffer and for prey

don't speak about the truth of life
she is meant to be ignorant showpiece
don't open the door to success
she is meant to be on lease

don't wish her freedom and happiness
she is meant to prove morality everyday
don't follow her and leave her alone
she will find her own sky to fly someday

WoodenBox

The blue ink inside the red cage,

The blank eyes of the white page,

The litter of words in noiseless rage,

The ancient thoughts of forgotten sage,

The orphan questions of my age,

All in wooden box of secret wage.