sukh dukh ki do baatein

saawan ki ladiyon mein uljha
ek khat sa nazar aa raha hain
sukh kam dukhi kisson se suljha
ajeeb aur tanhaa tadapta nazar aa raha hain...

chandh chuninda jazbaat us mein
ardh khuley bakhson se padey hain
sukh kam dukhi kisson se in mein
naye puraane dard bhartey nazar aa rahey hain...

judey dil tootey hain aaj
mehfil adhoori hain berang
kaanch se waade phootey hain aaj
koi nahin aaj kisi ke sang

raat bhar aansoon behtey rahengey
kyariyon se dard fisal na jaaye jab tak
suraj dooba hain kitney pehron se
andhiyaara nahin dhalega tab tak........




suraj dooba hain itney pehron se
andhiyaara nahin dhalega tab tak...





~
october 25,08

to the stargazer

in anxious moments
i run to the balcony and almost always spot a shining star to salvage my hope
in moments of thanksgiving and bliss
i find myself witnessing a whole constellation at play overhead

these are moments that string my life to life
these are moments when a thought of you turns meteor and shoots across my mind
leaving a trail of carboned memory

dear stargazer
i pray you are as lost in deciphering the clues of your universe as you were
when our paths crossed

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things are resplendent the way they are

when they are untouched and self-contained

and in that state of being; they are stories unto themselves

"may it be,may it be,may it be.amen"

Tch!
Chase them butterflies aplenty
All of them
but don't oh please don't touch them
your touch is too intense for fragility
if you touch
butterfly will release every colour from its winged existence; all at once
and all at once it will streak your fingers with tainted hues
and all at once it will die a quick-end death in your fast-food world

Let Butterflies Be

Often
we senselessly begin to create things out of Nothing
because we want to be accolade-sipping people
we want to be the production controllers and the magicians
and real-ise everything
and we want to be proud of ourselves for our capabilities to create
for being able to whip up rainbow omelettes from chalk dust
and just generally being able to bring the wabbits out of the hats

in the compulsive realm of the activity center
we slog
the brow sweats
we burn blood
we consume energies whole
we tread the mills to meet and beat the targets
we work hard to cancel out all the To-Do lists with red marker

so much effort
so much effort
so much effort

uff ho

Often
we senselessly begin to create things out of Nothing
and tarnish the inherent beauty of that very nothingness
by plundering its depths

oh but then
"may it be.may it be.may it be.amen"

yes yes, goojevening tyu too

:)

dekh te rehte hain woh humein
nazar andaazi se
drama khel lete hain khoob
aur phir humaari soch mein
kuch kaafiley bhi likh dete hain

woh baat alag hain ke un kaafilon ka zikr nahin hota

woh baat alag hain ke hum bhi kabhi soch te hain unhe
aur un lamhon ko arz karna mumkin nahin lagta

drama khel lete hain khoob hum bhi
humaare kaafilein awaara kaafiley hain
humaare kaafilein kahey ankahey hi sahi

nazrein woh kya khoob hogi
jo har disha khoobsurati hi paaye

un nazron ki talaash mein phir ti rehti hoon main
aur sheeshey sang ek mulaaqat mein unhe khud hi mein paa leti hoon

we shall overcome

so
i wore my "forbidden"perfume, styled my hair and glossed my feet
and ended up reaching an event 24 hours early
now because i could tell how irresistable i look, i marched into the nearest photo studio and demanded i be shot with polaroid; they said they dont have a one-off facility.
i thought a boatride at the gate way will help allay the soul.so i walked there and scourged for a ticket, imagining that i will take this short and sweet voyage - sing my redemption song, throw all the angst and ennui into the water and return refreshed and rejuvenated - my reverie broke when i was curtly informed that the boat services were canceled for the day
i hopped on to a red decker and headed home
bought two lovely t shirts and a sexy satchel along the way
the first thing i did when i got home is to open the freezer, grab a small dabba of caramel icecream and sprinkle 4 mother sized cookies into it.
it took me 6 minutes to lap it all up.
Made 36 calls to various people of which 2 got answered by people who laughed at my plight
then i walked an entire promenade
wasted 63 bucks on a completely frivolous taxi ride.
randomly met a reasonably boring acquaintance who didnt stop complaining about his life.
got home
am watching anthony bourdain and writing this

what?
no!
the angst and ennui are still alive.
but we shall overcome, some day...