Sunday, November 29, 2015

267. The Conjuror

How many parts
moonshine
are you;
how many parts -
moans and sighs?

How much of you
is pain;
how much,
poetry?

How many parts,
mystery;
how much,
misery;
how little,
mercy?

How much of you
is desire;
how little,
despair;
how much,
desolation?

How many parts of you,
music;
and how many parts,
magic?

How much of you
is smiles and candor;
and
how much,
shame;
how many,
secrets?

Does it take
a lot of ferocity to be you;
how much fear
does it take;
how much
freedom?

Very persistent,
was the conjuror
I smirked at, disdainfully
at the bar.
Very persuasive.

Do tell me -
he said
- what you are
made of?

Maybe
I will
conjure you up
tonight
so
I can rid you of
this delusion of uniqueness

I rolled my eyes
and gave him
my number
(to get rid of him)

The next morning,
there were so many of me

I was invisible.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

266. Rahne de


ek arse tak
main bas
tu tha

tere saaye pahanke
teri haqeeqatein maan li
teri naseehatein maan li

khudaa banta gaya
tu mera
khudee bharta gaya
tu meri

mere naam to mahaz rasm the
tune jo kaha
nibhaa liye

ab

naam tere guzar gaye
shaam saare utar gaye

khamoshi me posheeda hoon
main
ab benaam rahne de

bemanzil yun pehli dafaa hoon
main
ab naakaam rahne de

koi naqshe na dikha
naye rasmein na sikha

mujhe
rihaa na kar

meri hasratein
baqsh de
meri fursatein
baqsh de

mere daayre
baqsh de
mere aaine
baqsh de

meri harkatein
baqsh de
meri furqatein 
baqsh de 

meri sohbatein
baqsh de
meri naubatein
baqsh de 

ke
main
abhi jaari hoon yahaan
main
abhi baaqi hoon kahin

haan,
main,
tujh bin, khaali hoon zara

par
main to ab kaafi hoon yun hi

mujhe 
rahne de!?
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Saturday, November 07, 2015

265. Ajnabi - II

shor ke parde
utaarta hai
har shahar se
ajnabi mera

uski sohbat me
har mod pe mauziki
mil jaati hai mujhe

har nazaare me
nazm koi

---
Kolkata
Boy
70s music

264. Ajnabi

ik haseen ajnabi hai
hamsafar mera

jitna pehchaanta hoon use
utne naye muamme ugaati hai
fitrat uski
har naye tajurbe pe

shukr hai
ye dilchaspi
ik umr me
bujhegi nahin

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Is love not about finding something new and  adorable, every now? :)
Drunk me!