Wednesday, December 09, 2009

199. The Tippler

there always is
some rum in her glass
and some scandal on her trail

while the rest of the world
opens eyes
each morning
to a new day
with stale hope

she stirs from her sleep
to a new past
each noon
and unwraps the night gone by
with obscene anticipation

but then
she has always been one
to turn her back
on rules;
or so they say

she refuses to plan

plans are such addictive armours
against accidents.
it is a shame-
people plan

accidents are such charming things.
the pleasant ones kill cynicism
and make futile memories,
and the unpleasant ones-
they make for such appetizing gossip
over alcohol

and thus
she dances on


while each night
adds some more red to her cheeks
and some more adjectives to her stories

while each night
gifts some more snickers
to her dwindling set of denouncers
and sends some more admirers to the grave

she dances on


what does it say of her
if intoxication
is the mainstay of her immense appeal
and sobriety?
Oh, of that, one has not heard much!

what does it say of her
if intoxication turns her into a celebrity
and sobriety, a celibate?

what does it say of her
and what does it say of the world?!

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She still knows not what she did last night! :P :P

Tuesday, December 01, 2009

198. Uljhan

maine kabhi
ik nazm ka haath
saunp diya tha
kisi musaafir khayaal ke haathon me

woh musaafir to
nazm ko mere yahaan chodke
ab kuch laapata sa ho gaya
aur woh nazm ab bhi
mere dil me baithi hai

kabhi kabhi jee karta hai
main is nazm ko
kisi aur khayaal ke sang
byaah doon

par main kisiki dulhan ko
kisi aur ke saath
bhej bhi doon
to kaise?

is uljhan me
main us gumshuda khayaal ke lautne ka
intezaar karta hoon
shab-o-roz

aaj subah bhi
main phir yun hi
us khayaal ko khojne nikal hi raha tha
ke mere dil me baithi nazm ne kaha -

"abe o nikamme shaayar,
bahut hua!
apne tahriir ka joda pahnaake
mujhe kisi na kisi khayaal ke saath
ab to kisi kaagaz me bithake

bidaa kar de

kise pata
woh mera shauhar khayaal
kabhi lautega bhi ke nahin

nautanki band kar

aur jaldi mere liye
dooja dulha khayaal dhoondh!

kyun 'drama' kar raha hai?
apne liye to

kabhi 'monogamy' me
'believe' hi nahin kiya!

bas mere paas aakar
'moral science' shuroo?"

Sunday, November 29, 2009

197. shaq

khaab the

woh betaab se

the machalte


jal gaye

raakh mal gaye

jalte jalte


aag kisne lagaayi

jaan kaise ganwaayi

kya pata

kya pata


tu tha yaa woh thi, aawaaz jiski suni thi

kya pata

khayaal the yaa ham the, mausam tha ya roshni thi

kya pata


gunehgaar laapata

aetbaar laapata


phir bhi sab se sab mile

ab mile tab mile

jaane kab kab mile

haule haule shab chile

par besabab se lab khile


silsile phir chale

dil jale mar chale


woh kaun tha

kya pata

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roshan se shab aur sahar siyaah nikle

kya kahe aabaad ya tabaah nikle

kab se mushq-e-rooh gum hai

ab to ashq-o-aah nikle

kyun bhala

kya pata

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tauba ki jagah ab to waah waah nikle

muqadama chala, saare begunaah nikle

qaazi gumraah nikle?

qaatil khud gawaah nikle?

kya hua

kya pata

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gunehgaar laapata

aetbaar laapata


phir bhi sab se sab mile

ab mile tab mile

jaane kab kab mile

haule haule shab chile

par besabab se lab khile


haqeeqaton ke kaafilen

jise mile mar chale


woh kaun tha

kya pata

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

196. Embarrassment

I am allowed to indulge myself!!!
(nose in the air and looks away and recites)
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aeroplane
aeroplane
shame and pain
not again

window seat
window seat
close your eyes
and be discreet

chief chief
cake'o'beef
country thief
oh what grief?!

shake a leg
shake a leg
ostrich egg
tries to beg

ogle ogle
giggle giggle
oh my god! why
did i wriggle?!

brief brief
handkerchief
no fig leaf
disbelief

felt the heat
felt the heat
neither could i join
nor could i beat!

not again
shame and pain
aeroplane
aeroplane

Monday, November 16, 2009

195. entropy

a hint of vitriol
a glimpse of violet
two seasons of a sun soaked in
a sea of many scented shades

no

seldom are such riots - by design;
the inconsequential precursor may have been.

else
would algorithms not have spurred romance
and levers -
would they not have spawned love?

but well,
they do not!

not thought through too well,
i agree;
nonetheless
history has always been
but an afterthought

sigh!

Monday, November 09, 2009

194. Chambalimericks - I

yet again I am off to chambal
wrapping myself in a warm kambal
all I want is a daaku
brandishing his chaaku
who would come use me for a dumble

but well, there are none in Morena*
no daakus shooting in the arena
And I'll jus sit and grumble
under my breath I'll mumble
daaku ke bina yahaan jee kare na!
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*My current client location, bah!

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

193. Gaye

gaye gaye chale gaye
saath saare maamle gaye

palate bhi to do pal ko bas
muskuraake jaan le gaye

unke aane ki tayyariyon me
manzar sabhi badle gaye

aaye to dekha saare naqsh
bure gaye. bhale gaye.

ab to gayi nazdeekiyaan
saath saath faasle gaye

kiya bhi hai to kya kiya
mile. gaye. mile. gaye.
....
thande kaandhon se the gile
ummeed hai gile gaye

....
No no... false alarm in previous post.. season's good and so am I!!
:D :D :D

192. Halloween

Of pumpkin lamps and pauper kings
candy wrappers & tramps & paper wings
and though I'm told all are lies and more
the hope does stay

i make signs and mime for all to see
none notices; all see through me
but still i'm sure if i try some more
they will look away

make polite sounds and drink their martinis
look in disdain and enquire what this is
they act like they've got some strange disease
now can't you say?

i never wished to play the game to lose
coz i clearly can't see the use
but i have not found the words to refuse
not till today
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My annual bad mood time is here! Beware!!

Monday, November 02, 2009

191. Horcrux

ignorance is bliss
sometimes;
sometimes,
just a convenience

How many have died silent
excavating the relics of silence?

How many others
have been been convicted
for sacrilege?

and the nights, they fray
holding on tight
and the days try to slay
the invincible

do not seek the secret
to the silence
that parades by my dreams

i live safe in fetters
inside the cold tomb
pronouncing
visitors guilty

do not seek the secret
for once you know,
i will be no more.

Friday, October 09, 2009

190. tu tu main main

SB:

teri ik aawaaz ki chahat thi,
tune aawaaz de di hoti to
maine apni jaan de di hoti

Sri:

ijaazat ki intezaar me murjha gayi na jaane kitne hi shab
betalab dastak de jaate to sukoon kuch kam nahin milti!!

SB:

masha alla, kya likha hai

Sri:

kuch aur farmaiye kuch aur farmaiye
jo kaha hi nahin, uspe gaur farmaiye

SB:

yahaan to apni shaam ka anjaam karte hai,
aye mere kalam padhne wale tere dar se khali haath jate hai

Sri:

:)

SB:

aye khuda yun zulum na dikha,
bas apni ek zalak to dikha ja

Sri:

mushkil hi sahi kuch der ye faasle rahne de
tadap tadap ke khwahishein bujhaana sikhaa doon tumhe

SB:

aaj saqi hi bol raha hai
dard-o-gum ko bhul ja
par mera sahara na le

Sri:

saaqi se gila na kar zaalim ke
gunaahgaar yahaan aur bhi hain
pyaale me pyaas bhar bhar ke de
aise yaar yahaan aur bhi hain

189. Sawaal

1.

ghar se nikla to sadak pe
kuch noorani muskaan
bikhre pade the

kya tum
meri gali se hoke nikle the?!

2.

tumhare zahan ki zameen
bahut chikni hai

main apni itni yaadein
tumhare kitne vaade
rakhta hoon
wahaan baar baar

aur wo!
wo thaharte hi nahin

har baar
phisalke nikal jaate hain

aise me
tum hi batao
main kya karoon?!

188. Aabshaar VII

1. Fear of death by love?!

hame khauff hai bhi to ishq me jaan ganwaane ka nahin
bas darte hai is silsile me kahin jannat naseeb na ho jaaye

2. Can I call you in the evening when you are free?

Kabse bejaan hain guftagu se mehroom galiyaan meri
aur aap aawaaz chidak-ke jaan phoonk-ne ki ijaazat maangte hain?

3. The craving for that smile

rah rah-ke kabhi muskura de zaalim
ke mere hisse ki sukoon khatm hone ko hai

4. You never call only!!

sabab-e-sukuut poochte to pata chalta
kis nazm me jaan phansi hai meri

5. The silence that ensued!

der se hi sahin khamoshiyaan jalaa de zaalim
kuch kam raaten nahin guzri, karvaton ka hisaab karte

6. The unpredictability

uski muhabbat bhi kisi begaane mausam ka mohtaaj hai
kabhi rah rahke jalti dhoop aur kabhi bevajah kohra

7. Those who see the poetry, seldom notice the poet! I protest!!

sochte hain alfaazon ka naqaab utaar hi de ab
khamoshi ke bahaane hi sahi deedar kar loge hamara

Saturday, October 03, 2009

187. The Protagonist & The Italics

he plucks ripe pauses,
& hangs strips of silence
to dry in the sun.

he touches
the brittle pale yellow sheaves
and they crumble into powdered memories;
the rest -
he pickles in a jar
of spicy dreams.

light years,
are not a whim.
light years,
are not a part of the recipe.
they are just traitors,
by design-
much like
the ringlets of smoke,
he blows into the air.

he steals a half-baked night
& saves it in
his closet.

he does not notice anything amiss.
well,
he had too many to begin with,
left behind in admiration
by voyeur winds -
the ones
he stunned to silence.

(for
he refuses to play
by the script)

he
is the script
inane & convoluted
while
his audience
watch with bated breath
though they know the story

(well,
he does not)

his audience -
a jar of pickled dreams
& a heap of powdered memories
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

186. Sadiyaan saanjh chale!

It has to happen... Once every few months I need to get into a filmy mood... This is a rather old piece.. but feel like posting abhi.. No, no prizes for guessing why?! :P
So here's to the adamant evenings which refuse to pass... and the ruthless nights which refuse to come!!

:) :) :)

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sadiyaan saanjh chale

mori to jaan nikale

raah tak thak jaaoon

par na chaand nikale


daiyyaa! raina aave na

saiyyan, aag jale

tose milan ki kaamna

ki dheemi aanch chale


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chhin dooje chin ke beech bair hui gavaa?

yaa saanjh ko mose pyaar hui gavaa??


raina kaahe aave na?!


chhin dooje chin ke beech bair hui gavaa?

yaa saanjh ko mose pyaar hui gavaa??


jaa jaa re jaa re

saanjh sakhaa re

raina bhijaa re

more angna re


raina ko odh le

isi aas tale

raah tak thak jaaoon

par na chaand nikale


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kauno badra ke bhool bhulaiyya me bhatak gavaa?

kauno angnaa ke peepal pe atak gavaa??


chanda kaahe aave na?!


kauno badra ke bhool bhulaiyya me bhatak gavaa?

kauno angnaa ke peepal pe atak gavaa??


preet ki rang hai

preetam sang hai

bas ik chanda

more sang na, re


chanda ko tod le

isi aas tale

raah tak thak jaaoon

haan, bas jaan nikale


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Is the evening in love with me? or is this moment having a spat with the next?!
Why does not the f***ing night arrive?!

Is it stuck on some tree? Or is it lost in the maze of some dumb-a** cloud?!
Where the f*** is the moon?!

Phew!!

Come off fastly fastly, I say!!

Monday, September 28, 2009

185. sabab-e-hayaat koi to de

sabab-e-hayaat koi to de


misaal-e-marg ke siwaay bhi

sabab-e-hayaat koi to de


tamaam karna hai kya

yeh bhi to pata nahin

baaqee rah gaya hai kya

yeh bhi to pata nahin


naa ibtedaa ka hai pataa

naa hai nazar me intehaa

yahaan wahaan kahaan kahaan

bas taqariib ki talaash hai


befaez-o-besabab se sab

is justajuu me koo-ba-koo

firaa karen giraa karen

jiyaa karen maraa karen


nabz nabz bas hisaab hai

lafz lafz bas naqaab hai

ehd-e-rasm to kiya nahin

sabab-e-hayaat koi to de


misaal-e-marg ke siwaay bhi

sabab-e-hayaat koi to de

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The Reason?!

Saturday, September 26, 2009

184. tajveez koi tarkeeb koi

hogi koii tajveez to hogi
sochoon main bhi tarkeeb chala doon

har chauraahe ik aah chadha doon
har chaukhat ik armaan bitha doon

tu guzre jahaan se shaqlein badalke
mere khayaalon ka pahra lagaa doon

mere naqsh-e-kadam se rang doon naqshe tere
har shaqs ke lab, mere kisse sajaa doon

har mez har chat har wark har aahat
sab pe tonaa kar meri yaad banaa doon

aasmaan tera hi hai mere sar bhi
mere muskaan ke shafaq ke tukde tangaa doon

gapshap kar le tu kabhi mujhse bhi
betaab main apna hisaab chukaa doon

shikasta bhatkaa sa dar pe mere kabhii aa
tumse uljhe mere shab-o-roz dikhaa doon
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:) :) :)

sabke dardi o bedardi
kaisi hai teri khudgarzi
maine bhar di apni arzi
haan kar naa kar teri marzi...
saiyyaaan!!
(The above five lines of the program are an extract from the song "saiyyan" from the film Nayak)
:D :D :D

Thursday, September 24, 2009

183. Muaafi

kis kis-se iltajaa karen koi yun na kare
jab bhi sahar naya ho uska khoon na kare

kitne tabaah khaab-gaahon ka gawaah - waqt
khamosh sa guzre ye guftaguu na kare

khaamkhwaah sab nigaah ummeedwaar hain
ye zidd to hai fizool ka junoon, na kare

shamsheer-e-zubaan se ab koi kah bhi de
jaan leke koo-e-dil pursukoon na kare

taa-umr bas talaash-e-firdaus hi rahi
kahta koi ke aisi justajuu na kare

gustaakh tha naapak tha par ab subuk bhi hai
tauheen musalsal sabke roobaroo na kare

kabse giraft me taariiki liye hain Sadiq
nijaat-e-dard aakhir koi kyun na kare

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

182. Ek Kahaani Aur!

woh nahin aaya

parson tak woh roz aaya karta tha
saayon ka libaas pahne
bujhti saanjh ke saahil se hote hue

meri peshani pe rukta
aur intezaar karta
mere sone ka

jaise hi main
kisi muskuraati karvat ko chun leta
woh haule se, bina aahat kiye
meri aankhon me utar jaata

aur us mod se nikalta
jahaan main woh
ek sau satrah taaron wali potli
rakha karta hoon...

kabhi kabaar woh ek taara chura leta
aakhir amaanat to usi ki thi
aur us taare ki roshni me
meri aankhon ke galiyaaron se guzarta
jahaan woh hairat se dekhta
maine kaise
uske shab-o-roz
beraham-o-besabab se
qaid rakhe hain
na jaane kitne kamron me

woh aahat to nahin karta
par kuch jaamani rang ke maile saaye chod jaata
mere naarangi deewaron pe

par woh pichli raat
to nahin aaya
na jaane kyun

yun bhi nahin ke main
bedaar baitha tha

koi poocho use
kisi kaanton wale taare se
lagke kahin ungli to nahin kaat li
usne apni

aur haan
ye bhi poochna
kahin woh meri syaah aankhon me
yaadon ke nau hazaar maale
dekhkar
darr to nahin gaya
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that
was inspired!
this
is inspiring!!

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

181. Aabshaar VI

1.
Nayyy, time cannot be an anagram!!

lamhen nichodoon to yaadein tapak jaati hain
ungli jo chodoon to raahein bhatak jaati hain

tajjub hai - waqt to kabhi rasta nahin bhatakta

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2.
- So?!
- ham na... (pauses) kuch nahin! nothing important!!
- (grunts) hmmm! (breaks into a laugh)

muskuraa lo ke main khushfahami aazmaaya nahin karta
kaif-asar khwahishein meri yun hi sunaaya nahin karta

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3.
- What do you think?!
- (rolls eyes) I think that you think too much!!

shamme bujhaate muamme suljhaate waqt katne se raha
bas itna bata de main apni shaam kahaan chod aaoon
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4.
- How are you?
- Fine, just about! (smiles and looks away)
- Why are you like this? What does one do with you?! (smiles)


bedaar-o-betaab karke hame yun
hamse hamara mijaaj na poocho
marz-e-masarrat lagaaya tumhi ne
khud hamse ilaaj na poocho

Sunday, September 20, 2009

180. Paigaam

pichli raat bhi
main aasmaan se guzar raha tha;
wahi - har shab ki tarah!
thode taare jode ungliyon se;
thode taare pheeke pad rahe the to
tod bhi diye

kisi kahkashaan se guzar raha tha
to dekha ke
khalbali si machi hui thi!

kisi ne payaam choda tha mere liye
wahaan par;
shaayad pata hoga ki
main wahaan se aksar guzarta hoon...

maine taaron ko tatola
to lifaafa mila
us shaqs ne
kuch noorani khayaal
aur kuch sunahre alfaaz
pahnaake
mere naam
ik ummeed rakh di thi
kisi taare ki hatheli me!

lifafe me
thodi si khushfahami bhi thi
thodi si badgumaani bhi
aur ek tasveer thi
jispe muskaan ki aamad se
un rukhsaaron me yun bhanvar pad rahe the
jinme saare taare doob-ke bujhne lage the

aise me khalbali kyun nahin machti?!

main
us payaam-o-tasveer ko
apni neeli kameez me baandhke
waapis to laut aaya hoon

par sochta hoon
is dafa jo jaaoon
aasmaan pe
to wahaan se na lautoon...

kya pata
wahaan pe mere liye
us shaqs ne aur bhi
payaam chode ho?!

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Could I live in the stars?
Could I be your neighbour?!

Friday, September 18, 2009

baatein

Barks and bites!! lolm lolm lolm :) :)

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guftaar nahin deedaar nahin
bevajah yun ham bedaar nahin

kah-ne sun-ne ko hai to bahut
bas tu sun-ne ko tayyaar nahin

sukuun-e-sukuut thi apni kabhi
par ab kahin uske aasaar nahin

khamoshi mere hisse ki khatm
ab lafzon ka koi shumaar nahin

tu thahra badgumaani ka ghulaam
kisi baat pe bhi aetbaar nahin

haan, hai khaamiyon ki dukaan meri
par tu kuch kam aebdaar nahin

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Shush! dont speak!! :D

Thursday, September 17, 2009

178. mujhko aawaaz de - II

Quit Caution - For the one who wants to tread where fools don't!! :) :) :)

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ehteyaat ab bahut ho chuka beraham
ab to kar de yahaan se wahaan parde

dareecha-e-nigaah kab se shaffaaf hai
kuch na aaye nazar sab dhuaan kar de

fiqr-e-furqat to fitrat me apni na thi
ab khalaon me apne nishaan bhar de

kitna masroof hai tu kitna mashghool hai
koi fursat meri thodi wahaan par de

hai giraftaar teri aahon me shab meri
kuch to kar, ab to inko rihaa kar de

dasht-e-falak pe sitaare tishnaakaam kyun
saraabon me mashroob-e-muskaan bhar de

sukhanwar bana hai ye kaayal tera
aake chuule ise bezubaan kar de

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Ehteyaat : Caution
Dareecha: Window
Shaffaaf: Transparent
Furqat: Separation
Khalaon; Vacuum, Space
Masroof, Mashghool : Busy, Occupied
Dasht: Desert
Falak: Sky
Tishnaakaam: Thirsty
Saraab : Mirage
Mashroob : Drink
Sukhan war: Poet

:)

The last line, though, is a rip-off from another piece of mine

Monday, September 14, 2009

177 Come again

:) :) :) :)
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then i was scared
now i am armed
well, you just stare
and lo, i am charmed

you stand and smoke
and draw me near
i touch and stroke
till the dawn is here

you come and go
i fill the time
you raise a brow
i write a rhyme

why can't i smudge your neck
when you are sober and sane
oh please, what the heck
will you please come again?!

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When sense
is an inconvenience!!

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

176. Mehmaan

bezubaan bhi nahin hamzubaan bhi nahin
guftagu kya karen tu yahaan bhi nahin

aake kuch yun gaya shaam kya sahar kya
ab to mere yahaan aasmaan bhi nahin

ho bhi to kya gumaan, kya karoon ab gila
tu beraham bhi nahin, meherbaan bhi nahin

tha kaarnaama kisi kaif-asar raat ka
karen guroor koi aisi daastaan bhi nahin

soch le ke har koi dilchasp lagta hai mujhe
ummeed hai tu aisa badgumaan bhi nahin

pichli dafaa tha kaha bas bula le mujhe
ab dikhake gaya tu kaa'iyaan bhi nahin

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kaif-asar = intoxicating
kaa'iyaan = miser
badgumaan = suspicious
hamzubaan = one who speaks the same language

sometimes the intended audience does not know Hindi (terrible!), so there! :D :D
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It's incomplete but i don't want to think, yaa!!

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

175. The Poet

there,
he has done it
to me.

he has framed
my stillborn pauses
in lively silhouettes

the callused cobblestone streets
now sprout
insane anecdotes

the nights come donned
in crumpled sheaves of sleep;
and the days, once grey,
are now stained with hope

my months are no longer about
just changing faces on walls
my journeys no longer about
just counting stars

he stalks me around
and whispers unholy truth
unveiling colorful worlds
erasing my happy ending

i could shout bloody murder;
but how would that resurrect
my dead grey itinerary?

and even if i want to,
tell me-
how does one
hang an apparition
to death?

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

174. Kaafir Nigaahen

uljhi khayaalon ke kaayal teri kaafir nigaahen
galiyon me jaan phoonke musaafir nigaahen

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kitne shaharon me pahrein tatole hain tune

kya pata kitne koochon me kharchein lafz kitne
chand safhon ke badle saansein bas ek din ki

kitne chehre yun thahre batore hain tune

pata pooch-ke peecha karti hain kiska
wo mile jo thahar le muntazir nigaahen

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kahaaniyaan yeh kaisi bichhake rakhi hain

kal ko khaali kiya, aaj phir bhar chala tu
kaale konon me khone chale, chod bhi de

nishaaniyaan kyun aise bachake rakhi hain

badgumaani bujhaa den zaraa kah de inhe tu
syaah kar den ye manzar musavvir nigaahen

Monday, August 24, 2009

173. Troubadour

Of werewolves
and dinosaurs

Of tigers
and troubadours!!

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Have you ever watched evenings leave tattoos
on vermillion windows?


Have you ever patched your walls up with blue words
talking of
the skies in some eyes on restless days
the storms in some gasps on turbulent nights?

Have you ever pawned pieces of your thoughts;
Have you ever gambled moments away
to send smiles
flying out
each dawn?

Have you ever tried out faces
Have you ever tried on places
and left creases
on wild stranger winds?


Have you ever lived
in checkered hearts?
Did you like them?


Tell me all this
Troubadour
and tell me some more

Maybe,
you can help me find
my share of silence!

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when one borrows pieces of yesterday...
like I said...
shuffling memories!! :)

Because some questions do not change!!

Thursday, August 20, 2009

172. My Share of Silence

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Blow life into...
Have conversations with...

Wild gusts
of dusty wind

A flickering screen
of fairy tales

The raw potato
and the bent knife

Strange friends
Friendly stranger

Old yellow pages
crumbling to pieces
under a light touch

The never-ending flight
of stairs

Obstinate visions
Seductive beats

Smiles flying by
on busy streets

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The last time
it took three days
to spot a tiger in the wild


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Was I asleep when
he walked by me
while my share of silence
left dancing freckles
on his skin?

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Once upon a time
not too long ago
in a land not too far away


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Sometimes
I wonder
if
my life is an anagram

Maybe
I have already seen
the vermillion stains and the camouflaged stripes
the grand ending

Maybe
I am just living
some white noise

Maybe
all I need to do is
shuffle my memories
to find my share of silence

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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

171. Maa

Maa,
aaj-kal rahne ko itne ghar ho gaye hain
ke main be-ghar sa ho gaya hoon

yaad hai mujhe
ik woh bachpan ka ghar tha

jahaan chimney se rah rahke eent baraste the

chat jab jab tapakta to
ham saare ghar ko
bartan se sajaate the

raaton ko jab bijli chali jaati
to tum koi puraani akhbaar se hawaa chalati thi
taaki ham jaag na jaaye

kabhi kabhi chuttiyon ke dopaharon me
ham ek rupaye - aath aane wali kulfi khareed-kar
ghante bhar uska mazaa lete the

aur itvaar ko
teenon
bistar pe lete lete
radio suna karte the

wahi radio jo baaki dinon
hamari ghadi ka kaam karta tha
kya tha woh
saat baje - 'paadi pantalu'
saade saat - 'vaartalu'
aath baje - 'archana'
aur phir - 'janaranjani'

bewaqt barsaatein hoti thi
to ham bhaagte the
woh kapde laane
jo chat pe sukhaaye the

deedee aur main har raat ladte
bistar ke daaye aur sone ke liye
tumhare paas

mahine me ek baar
ham palang ka 'navaar' theek karte

tumhe report dikhaane ke liye
ham donon kitna darr jaate the
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sochta hoon -
is dafaa jab ghar aaoon , Maa,
har raste ka ek sira
tumhare edhi ko baandh-ke
lautoon!

Phir har shaam
jo bhi rasta pakdoon,
bas ghar pahunch jaaon
tumhare paas!!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Deedee

yun mahakti nigaahon se dekhe
sunaaye koi saundhi khabar
sooni aankhon me bhar de bahaaren
har subah

kabhi baaton me din ye utaare
aur ladaaye gappe raat bhar
badgumaani se mujhko pukaare
bevajah

woh gila bhi kare to mazaa hai
har gali khaamiyon se bhara
aise andaaz se maare taane
kya kahen

beech baazar ye jashn kar le
jo dikhe jooton ki dukaan
edhiyaan gungunaaye taraane
kya kahen
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:D :D :D

Thursday, July 09, 2009

169. teri kya kahaani hai

Pagli
The harmless flirtation - The Beginning

qaatilaana si tajveez hai kabhi, jee kare to khud hi taaweez hai
girte sambhalte, samajhke ye chalna- mera ishq kya cheez hai
tujhi se churaake jaan,chupte chupaate, tujhi ko parosa kare
kos le aur dua de, tujhi ko de dhokha,tujhi pe bharosa kare

bas aana tha jaana tha
par kyun ruk gaya

bolo bolo jaldi bolo

tera kya bahaana tha
teri kya kahaani thi
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Nigli
The hopeless illusion - The Saga

fursat thi furqat thi, qurbat ki hasrat kii, do pal faasle bhi gaye
lamhein mangaaye jo,der aaye bahut, aur aake chale bhi gaye
kahin raat tooti, silwat bani aasmaan pe, magar fiqr kare bhi to kyun
jannat me the, jeene marne ki baaton ka koi zikr kare bhi to kyun

ek pal bhi aashiyaana tha
yun dil rakh chala

bolo bolo jaldi bolo

tera kya bahaana tha
teri kya kahaani thi
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Agli
The ruthless enlightenment - The Aftermath

meri raat nikli sarakhti sarakhti jaake tere shab se mili
koi baat pichli bhooli si bhoole se haule mere lab se giri
yaadon ki bori, kholi chori chori, khoja jo mila hi nahin
soorat jo badli hai, seerat bhi badli, ab tumse gila bhi nahin


bhool gayi kya bataana tha
tu kyun chup khada

bolo bolo jaldi bolo

tera kya bahaana hai
teri kya kahaani hai
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ek din ka hi thikaana tha
phir darwaaza dikhaana tha
tumhe bas aana tha jaana tha
kisne bola ke bajna bajaana tha

aur tum kya kya kar gaye, babu

bolo bolo jaldi bolo

tera kya bahaana tha
teri kya kahaani thi
:D :D :D

yes yes, slight insanity is happening off!!

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

168. Sultry Summons

do not cringe your nose
do not take our names
loudly on the streets
when will chinese whispers
go out of vogue?!

when eternity is crammed into a paperback
or a bean bag
an abridged edition
becomes a collector's item

so what do you like-
history
or science fiction?

but then i swear
but then i swear
today isn't
as hopeless as yesterday
neither is it
as restless as tomorrow

oh no,
you wistful listless railway platform
let me kill all hope
and make your day

I am sure,
I left your version
somewhere here

thank god
the truth changes
with the audience
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he asked me - "are you?"
i answered - "i could be; do you want me to?"

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

167. Clouds

Ok ok.. I know it looks like a monsoon marathon. But aren't they rather rather seductive and addictive, these rains?! well.. awright!! I shall get over my obsession with the rains and yes, the word 'rather'!!
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No purpose or desire but to tease the senile scorching sun,
this summer, all the sky wore were some wispy lone clouds.

Just some cold color, but neither shape nor substance;
today why do you feel like you are my clueless clone, clouds?

Why do I always invite strangers to show my stories to?
Yet again I am talking of you to uninterested unknown clouds

I lived in a dream where winds were love messengers;
How did I reach this city where each day they bemoan clouds?

Do not taunt my rain-warriors with your dull black umbrellas
Either match my seductive season or go- get your own clouds

Please take away these hideous mirrors that morph monsoons
I show them paper rainbows, they show me woe begone clouds

Some move on with time, Sadiq, while others just melt away
Come, for a change, let us try & put up some stone clouds!

166. Barsaati

ulatke tirchi ambar barse
jogan baithi bheetar tarse


bhog chadhake megh mangaaye
ab to kundi bajaa de baalam
chunariya ke chaanv, bajariya na jaaoo
ik barsaati laa de baalam

chanda bujhake chap chap rakh de edhi chat pe rain
chikne gagan se tap tap tapke tedhe chat pe rain
thaali parose raah main dekhoon
bujhe bujhe chulhe pe nindiya senkoon
luk-chup dheere dheere, laake jhini jhini heere
boondon se bindiyaa sajaa de baalam

saanjh ko angna se uthaake bhagaa gayi phir mui boondein
rain bhar mera dar khatkaake jagaa gayi phir mui boondein
ghat ghat-ke ghataa dar keel se chode
milon har raah ye jheel si odhe
saundhi dagariya pe aundhe se sheeshon me
apni suratiya dikhaa de baalam

Monday, June 29, 2009

165. Barsaati

a. Why is it so difficult to find an umbrella which is pretty yet proper?! I refuse to bow down to convention and get myself a hopelessly boring black umbrella!! Let the skies pour down on me. I care two hoots!! I shall possess only a nice umbrella, if at all!! Will someone find me one?!

luk-chupke badra se bach na sakoongi, khul gayi mujh pe bhed
mujhe ik barsaati laa de baalma, ambar me pad gaya ched

PS: those of you who will go looking for one, be informed - my color for this season is green!!

Thursday, June 25, 2009

164. The journey to the other side

They served death with breakfast
today
when sleeping adjectives came to life
to do a charade
again for a while
only to go back into hibernation

And paunches
still rhyme with
haunches

Exclamation!!

The sky comes down in shards
every now and then.
There is always
too much
or too little!

Listen,
all the purple questions
on the table in my drawing room
are colored so,
to keep you from noticing
the brown hypocrite.
Stay amused;
stay entertained.
Just do not look further.

When one can't beat them,
one joins them.
What one can't cure,
one endures.

I know-
plastic flowers
don't smell real;
but well,
they don't wilt either!

163. Aabshar - V

a. Today B and I were having a conversation where 'marathon' became a metaphor and he insisted we 'train' in public. :D :D :D and when I feigned embarassment, he said - "Jisne kii sharam, uske phoote karam". Lolm!!! :D :D

chalo ab ham yeh bhi kaam kar len
tujhe ruswaa mujhe badnaam kar len
darwaazein to rasmein puraane hai
jo bhi karna hai khule aam kar len

Lolm.. Don't give that look!! I won't go through with it! I haven't gotten there yet!! :D :D

162. ek raat ki mehmaan

Last evening, I was sitting at the window listening to saiyyan by kailash kher staring at the rainy outdoors. And it hit me, like it does sometimes!! I have tried defying the cycle; but admit I have failed!! Sometimes I wish I could talk of that 'awfulness' inside when I feel it as easily as I talk of 'awesomeness'; maybe with time!!

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jabse tum gaye ho
mulaqaat hoti rahti hai tumse
shab-o-roz
kahne ko sab badal gaya hai
dekhne ko kuch nahin badla
ham roo ba roo baithe rahte hai
guftagoo sahte rahte hain
kahin kahin pehle se manzar bhi mil jaate hai
aur main raat ke ek-aadh pahar
guzaar leti hoon us puraane mausam me
aur subah naashte ke saath saath

koi note chod jaata hai
mujhe yaad dilaane ke liye
main to bas
ek raat ki mehmaan thi

jabse tum gaye ho
main thak gayi hoon
daakiye ko batate huye ke
tum ab yahaan nahin rahte
jab tum paas the
tab maine apne chaukhat pe
tumhare naam ki muskaan taangi thi
apni daastaan ki numaish karte hue
ab yeh pheeki muskaan mere haathon utarti nahin
aur aate jaate musafir
khat chod jate hai dar pe mere
mubaarak-baat dete hue

ab main inhe kaise bataoon-
tumhari zindagi me
main to bas
ek raat ki mehmaan thi

jabse tum gaye ho
saanjh aake jhaankti hai
haan, maine tumhe tohfe me dene ke liye
baadalon me lipti hui bahut si shaamein mangaayi thi
tumhe barsaatein behad pasand hai, na?!
ab yeh har roz aake poochti hain
"woh hain?"
aur main bas khamosh si barasti rahti hoon
unke sang dareeche pe baithe baithe
aur raat ko
tumhari shaql tahalti rahti hai
aankhon me

subah ko rukne ko kahoon
to kahti hai-
"main to bas
ek raat ki mehmaan thi"

jabse tum gaye ho
tumhari yaadon ke safhe udte nahin
bas seene me pade-pade peele pad rahe hai

tum gaur karte kabhi to
dekhte
maine bhi koshish kii thi
ke tumhare jahaan me apne thode nishaan chod doon
shaam ke benaam rasmon me
roz ke betaab paigaamon me
lafzon ke besabr tohfon me

ab farq to nahin padta
par ek sawaal bedaar sa baitha hai seene me
kya
meri yaadein
kam-z-kam
ek raat ki mehmaan thi?!

Friday, June 19, 2009

161. History

I am listening to "Where do you go to, my lovely?!" and it is all coming back again... The terrifying JBness ... no, no, NO...!! This can't return... can't be happening!!
I am a reformed person now! Or was I deluding myself?!! I just need some sleep; maybe!

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What does one do -
when yesterday becomes tomorrow?
when the day suffers while the night sins?
when the ritual becomes a rule?

What does one do
when the snowflakes do not let hexagons go
out of fashion?

What does one do?

What?!
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I am scared; tell me something nice and interesting, quick!!

160. Aabshaar IV

a. Now this is not written by me. B today sent me this 'coz I was too busy to reply to his messages. He hasn't written them either, I am sure!! But ain't it really sweet?! I love the lines... so decided they deserve a place here! :) :) :) and despite the horrendous horrendous way the day was going, I ended up smiling! Thank you! :)

Hue masroof woh is qadar
qadar hamari na rahi
kahen kis-se haal-e-dil
ab kis-se fariyaad karen

lagta hai unke shahar ka
har shaks begana sa
kahaan jaa-ke ab ham
dil ki basti aabaad karen

hota tha bada shor
pahlu mein jis dil ke
hua khaak jalte jalte
ab kise nashaad kare

kab tak rahen zinda
teri ummeed ke sahare
talaash-e-sukoon me ab
kaun kambakht na jaa mare!!

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b. I am tired of waiting... so wrote this today!! if you know what I mean :D

Where are you
while my mondays are blue
and my fridays green;
you know what I mean?

While dark is dusty
and light is murky
while days are musky
and nights are quirky,

where ARE you, cotton clouds...
WHERE are you?!!!

:) :) :) and yeah!! I got a dozen reassuring 'I-am-here-only' replies when I put this up as my status message!! :) Thank you!! Louuvvee you off bigly bigly!!! :) :)
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yeah... at 8:41 on a friday I am at work.. Don't gimme that sad sorry look! don't gimme that horrified look either! nor the disgusted cringed nose look!!
anybody giving looks... Can you see my finger?!! :D :D :D
ok ok ok... shush ...!! back to work... theekke?!

Thursday, June 18, 2009

159. Aabshaar - III

a. I was dying at work, yesterday ... and the act is still in present continuous!! Hey congratulate me, I have adopted a new pseudonym - Sadiq; ain't it nice? I know! I know!! :D :D :D

ek mehfil thi teri, Sadiq, abek mazhaar hai mez pe tere
ye kaisa junoon hai ki daftar me dafn hone chala tu bhi


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b. I was flirting with B(yet another guy) and he was trying to write verses for me... and failed (but aawww!! so cute!! :D :D)

Paanv pada jo aasmaan pe, hawaon pe ab shikan se bane
Kah do – aur koshish na kare, baithe rahe bas roobaroo mere


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c. Yes, my ode to Murphy Mornings where Murphy came around to screw me yet again!!(For those who know not- he is the guy who ensures that everything that can go wrong , does! Yes, I have been trying to dump him for ages - 'coz he was cheating on me. I realised he is screwing the whole world, not me alone!!)
Anyways, about morning today - crowded trains.. sloowww autos... and other slow phenomenon .. yes, talking about Jimbu, the man!!
my ode to the pains in my life!!

duniya, tu bahaane maang khadi
kahin taang adi, lee chalaang badi

phir ret pe pahiye phisalne lagi
ghadiyaan sadiyon si chalne lagi

fursat kabse dukaan me tangi padi
bikti hi nahin, hai mahangi badi

har roz me hai kyun kam waqt- bata
jitna bhi hai, kyun hai kambakht- bata

marammat kar, mue ki, mere maalik
marammat kar mue ki, maula mere


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yes yes, I louuvveee you all!!! :D :D :D

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

158. Aabshaar - II

a.
teri aahaton ki aad me chehra aata nahin nazar
shaayad mere aaine ki tarajuma sahin nahin

teri sohbat ke sukoon ke badle sood me meri yeh jaan
yun maangna ae mere meherbaan sahin nahin

sadakon pe subah ki shaql surkh si hai aaj bhi
naqsh-o-rasm wahin hai par tajariba wahin nahin

muskurake de diya hamne apni sabz ye zameen
badle me de gaye ho tum khaali aasmaan. sahin nahin

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b.
raah phir wahin chale par kaayde alag se hain
baat phir wahin chale par maayne alag se hain
raat khatm kar doon ab; yeh baat khatm kar doon ab
apne dil ke purzon ki poori zaat khatm kar doon ab

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c.
neend dhoondh-ne chale to phir subah milti hai kyun?
kisi aad me aap hi ki baat har jagah milti hai kyun?
jitne dafaa kii koshishein ke apna dil bujha hi de
phir se dil jalaane ki hame vajah milti hai kyun?

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mediocrity has a new home; and I am not going to evict it anytime soon!!!

Monday, June 15, 2009

157. The Vain and The Cursed

It is difficult to ignore
your porcelain face!
You say you want to live
on my door to ward off love and pain;
but I don't need corals
to adorn my desires.

Did it ever happen
that you spent the evening
at the casino at the end of the street
playing roulette with your emotions
to gamble pieces of yourself away?

Did it ever happen
that you tried hard to choose
the right color for your cushions
only to realise each color has a story
and none can be your favorite ever again?

Did it ever happen
that your secret fears
were on air for the late night comedy
and you tried in vain to disown them?

Did it ever happen
that you returned to your apartment
fleeing from the world
only to find it was too small
for you to fall apart?

Did it ever happen
that you tried to simplify
the equation
only to open a few more brackets?

I have lived in that neighbourhood
forever

But I still don't have a Gorgoneion on my door
nor do I own a mirror shield
my ruby red companions
are still at full mast

Medusa
you can't turn me into stone!!

156. The pleasantly sore evening encounter

I should have been warned
that godzilla could be beautiful
while still being insidious

I should have been warned
that there was no point
pruning my chocolate-brown love nest
just because the tide was low

I should have been warned
that hurricanes change course
at short notice-
sometimes without notice-
and ravage the coast

I should have been warned
that silence is an aphrodisiac
and my heart is an amnesiac

I should have been warned
of neon lamps and mirages
and wet paint and dry ice

I should have been;
but well, I was not!

and so there I was
making a death wish
in a foreign language

Though the beach bon-fire tried hard
to scorch the sea
we died together
with a piece of him in me,
while his moans left rocks
on the virgin shore
which the wild warm waves
couldn't wash away.

Thank god,
I chose to ditch our funeral date
Thank god
he did not wake up for breakfast!!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

155. Aabshaar-I

This is when I collate all my thoughts about all the inconsequential things over a week or so; and present it all at a time... whenever I find time, that is!!
Clearly Vella I am, no??!!! :D :D :D

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a. There is this handwriting analyst(lets call him X) I was hopelessly flirting with and had written him a verse; Aravind (who had nothing to do with this yet believes he can be a part of any conversation in this world) replies... It deserves a post 'coz it's hilarious... here's to you, Aravind!! and yes, I still hate you, Loser Aatma!! :D :D :D

Me:
Tahriir padhke tasveer parakhne wale, bata
kaisa chehra banaate hain musavvir alfaaz mere

Aravind:
Nihaayati badsoorat chehra banaate hai tumhare alfaaz miyaan
inhe dekhkar to aaine me bhi daraar pad jaaye

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b. J had to do this amusing job today - where he has to type in a wadever to his database and his database replies to him after 3 hours.... wooowww!!! :P

kishton me guftagu karna hai pesha uska
sabr ka sabaq seekhne ka munaafa milta hai

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c. I am asked to decide what color I want my walls to be... I, who have a default setting of confusion, clumsiness and craziness!! I will live with whatever, no?! Don't ask me to choose!! No, no, no, no!!

marz utha leta hai jo har dar pe
us mareez se marzi poochna
munaasib nahin, Maula mere

mil jaaye jo bhi manzil pe
manzoor hai mujhe
mubaarak woh manzar
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Tuesday, June 02, 2009

154. The Prostitute

Warning: Viewer discretion requested. Some of you may find the content objectionable!! But what the heck, yaar! blog mera hai na!!

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I now am open/ for business;
do you want a ride tonight?
this or that /or this and that-
that you decide tonight!

You old bachelor/ Gere look-alike,
don't you look so forlorn.
Screw all the girls /who turned you down
I'll be your bride tonight!

Johny Darling!/ But haven't you
turned eighteen but today?!
And you already/ want to do something
you've never tried tonight?!

Ha ha!! /My sexy loyalist,
Role play it is again, eh?
Why else would you/ act just so coy
and try to hide tonight?!

You naughty boy/ you naughty boy
you want me to whip your butt?!
Where are my cuffs?Now let us have
you bound and tied tonight!!

You sexy hunk/ in Armani!
Don't, you, just stand and stare!!
Night after night, I've seen you here;
just come inside tonight!!
winks

Oh, you /insatiable monster
what haven't I done with you?
It's almost dawn,/ I hope that you
are satisfied tonight!!

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How dare you slap me /across my face,
you son of a gun?
Don't treat me like this/ 'coz I'm here
to pawn my pride tonight.

Shut up you bitch/ or I'll smack you again
who do you think you are?
You are a whore/ just stay a whore
and open wide tonight!

153. ... and me!

ok... my mind was just acting up... I realised!! and also that nothing is the end of the world. :) :)

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This evening I walked out alone. There was just the city and me.
a horde of empty hours lined up. Tear-jerkers and hilarity and me

My heart is dis-oriented. What it proposed, I declined. of course.
all it had on the mind for the evening. some hopeless self-pity and me?!

I found a much better plan which suited my mood and the weather,
the perfect one - my playlist, my dancing shoes lying pretty and me.

Oh my love story. it ended last night again. but well, what's new, I say!
Don't you worry! We are great friends - hope, serendipity and me!!

My sense will fail me again when someone nice meets me this weekend;
Same old story again- silence, vibes, someone sexy and witty and me!

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Checked the mirror & found why the last one turned me down in a hurry
Don't we look kinda like reaalllyy similar, that alien thing - ET and me?!
:D :D :D :D


Monday, June 01, 2009

152. My Taj Mahal

I wrote this, aeons ago ; the context, then, was fictitious!
I felt like editing it and reposting it again... so there!!
My mind has called in sick... so you will only get to listen to borrowed and/or old words for a while now, until it reports back!! :) :) :) enjoy nonetheless!!
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Why do I write of love?

It is neither pressing
nor impressing
nor depressing

Why do I write of love?

It knows no grammar
It holds no glamour

Then why do I write of
the skies in his eyes on restless days
the storms in my gasps on turbulent nights

Why?

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I keep moving on
from one story to another
leaving tombs on dead ones
in faceless times
in nameless places
clueless
about the next tombstone.

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In the courtyard next to mine,
they are celebrating.

Another love story died today.

Time for yet another Taj Mahal
a tomb
not for a lost lover
but for a love story
dead & dusted.

So tonight
I write of love
I write my last Taj Mahal .

until tomorrow.

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raat yeh bhi guzar jaayegi...

I give in to borrowed words...
for the first time, I post something not mine at all... here...

Gulzar takes over...


ek wo din bhi the
ek ye din bhi hai
ek wo raat thi
ek ye raat hai
raat ye bhi guzar jaayegi

waqt saalon ki dhundh se nikal jaayega
tera chehra nazar se pighal jaayega
aankh band hogi to
neend aa jaayegi

raat ye bhi guzar jaayegi!!

While the mood swings under the tanned sky...

spew venom
sew buttons
rue the night
sue the knight

write rhymes
fight time
bite steaks
white flakes

twiddle fingers
middle fingers
muddle shots
huddle thoughts

watch palindromes
catch fallin' gnomes
patch some torn season
match and scorn reason

I douse my days
and hand-paint desires
they grouse and say
I am but a quaint liar

the sky has been tanning
near the sun forever
should we dye it again
or just set it on fire?

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I refuse to answer any questions...
by the way, my 150th post ... :D
God save the world!!


I try to wake up
just die to make up
too wry to break up
ask why to take up

and yes of course, my obsession with the sky!!

Saturday, May 30, 2009

main abdullaa

shahar me aao phir jo kabhi
mujhko bhi bula lena

shaadi begaani hi sahin
main bhi abdullaa deewaana

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Dedicated to a stranger soul who came visiting town this week - he likes my blog apparently!! Thanks...! :) :) :)

andha kuaan

kaash
tera koocha bhi hota
ik andha kuaan

main
jitni baar
aawaaz diye jaati

jawaab
na milta na sahin

kam-z-kam
meri aawaaz ki goonj to laut aati

aarzoo meri

aarzo meri hai ke ye talti nahin
yun na dekho mujhe meri galti nahin

dil ke nakhre yeh sabhi ko to maloom hai
iske aage kisi ki bhi chalti nahin

ishq me aks mera bhi hairaan hai
shaql meri mujhi se milti julti nahin

raat dar pe mere der aayi bahut
ab jo aayi hai ghar se nikalti nahin

aazmaaye hai tarkieb har kism ke
uski neeyat nikammi phisalti nahin

main bhi kuch kam nahin jaake kah do use
baar baar main bhi marzi badalti nahin

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hoon deewani jiski woh kaayal kisi aur ka
sadiyon se ye kahaani badalti nahin

at 1:30 am in the night standing outside Takshila after a long day...
wierdness..!!

garmiyaan

aaj ki raat
maine khidhki se
aasmaan dekha to
yaad aaya

maine kabhi
nookele chaand se
tumhari qatl karne ki
saazish kii thi

yaad hai?!

aajkal
ek to tum
bade masroof rahte ho
aur chaand bhi
jaldi me rahta hai...

suno na...
is khwaish ka
kuch karo bhi...
is zaalim ne tabse
mera nabz
roke rakha hai

ab tum kabhi
fursat me
aake mar jaao
mere haathon;
yaa main hi mar jaaongi
baithe baithe
intezaar me

aaoge?