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Once upon a time, a sensible heart was sick. The heart did everything to recover but all efforts , medicines , prays were futile. Even the God and his friends were confused of the malady from which heart was suffering. The heart became a poet then. At last, God consulted his greatest strength and foe - Satan. Satan examined the heart and found a little part of it missing. The whole domain of the creator was now engaged and ordered to find the missing part of the heart.         
      The wind chased the melody. The water stirred the stillness. The earth incited the roads. The fire ignited the slumber and the void ( according to Japanese philosophy of 5 elements) got filled. It was the missing part of heart which was now a part of void.
        The Satan accused the void of stealing the part of heart. The void has unaware of the whole case. It was always hollow to grasp the essence of presence and thus had no explanation of what the missing part of heart was doing at its abode. God could do nothing but punish the void for the uncommitted sin.The helpless void after trails and arguments, agreed to bear the punishment only if the missing part of the heart becomes a part of void and was never to return to the place of it origin. Satan convinced god to accept the stated condition and since then the heart is sick and the void suffers.
That missing part of genuine heart which the void keeps as a token of punishment is LOVE.

* This is fiction. God, the heart, the void and Satan are metaphors.

TONIGHT

Do not wait for the beloved’s sight,
He will walk a different path tonight.
The arrival of expected will last but at eternity
Whose kohl will mourn of its blackness, tonight?

The air hums a hollow tune under moonlight
The street of heers awakes in crimson’s delight
Is it the funeral of hope or the heena fading away?
Or stained memories of the unknown, tonight?

Under the spell of uncertainty, silence silent with fright,
Since the senile truth was fueling Satan’s might.
They unlock the darkest morning sky in her eyes,
And she forgets the meaning of love, tonight.

May we kill the beloved tonight?
Before they take him away from our sight.
Or at the altar of insanity as the whirling dervishes
Burn the ego and fill all the voids, tonight?

For the agent of our faiths is not an ordinary man
As he creates enough maze of moaning and clinging
Yet the beloved waits across the river of separation
And the poetry seeks of its union with him, tonight.

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.