in the times of hopelessness

frigid, is the feeling of skin, desired

with scaling layers of blood smeared 

burn, not physical, cover whole soul

and they said its un-burnable 

vindictive eyes bare it all

parched, without hope of gaze

cracking spouts, in licked creases

pleading, to drenches in gashing 

dried are nostrils, hurts to breath

heart is still.................so still

to hear if she is there...

if she calls his name.... at all.. may be... perhaps...!

गुफ़्तगू

क्या कहें  क्या ना कहें,
कुछ इसी गुफ़्तगू में हैं हम|

 आपसे नहीं अपने,
लफ़्जों से ख़फ़ा हैं हम |

समझना औ समझाना ,
हमारे बस में नहीं शायद

मुहब्बत पे ज़िंदा रहें ,
यही ताक़ीद होता है |

timir...

कुछ अहसास अनकहे से तैर रहे थे हवाओं में

अधरों पे इक मुस्कराहट, जो फैल जाये फिजाओं में

हमने इतना ही चाहा और कुछ यूँ पूछा अदाओं ने

हो तुम अजनबी या कोई छलावा,भर लेते हो बाँहों में 

कश लेते हो हमारी साँसों का, जो है बदलती आहों में

हंस कर हमने कहा इतना ही, रंग बदलती निशाओं में

न मेहताब, न ही अली, शायद तिमिर भटकता दिशाओं में 

echoing silence

ardent but eldritch, or was it simply virtual...
when breath were li'l heavy or chilled & amp perpetual...

time had been chiseling more often then not...
waiting for fall of eyes on bleeding coral...

Aha..!! smile is twinkling with sheer brightness
bleeds are getting cured or its been smoldered

whatever, all mortal or immortal are cheering..
on the faintest sight of whirling coiffure....

congregating satanic instincts being defied
the chronicle in making will say all over high

echoing silence in thunder storm..
proving at last archfiend is happy & strong...

Drizzling of Claret

pinching palpation of drizzling of claret

halcyon regale making them feel enable

insomnia has bugged them, or it got infected

or we got baptized, to holy religion

coiffure are drenched in his gore..

cervix annexing sweltered smooch

claw brushed with her viscera

lunar effulgence shining over them

affexxxions tor her, made cessation

they are getting faded, or getting merged

texture is being seen as mutilating deed

r' they njoying, indiscreet unraveling seed...

I luv her .as if i am a vamp

i was dying every single moment

pealing of my skin wasn't visible to her ..

i was embracing the deepest dark

tear scoops had fiercest drought

but....

for my surprize i was content

that she has become a new debutant

to explore her life for new spans

Njoying her life's every moment

though...

i was missing her , if running out of breath

puss was spilling ,skin beneath

heart was struggling for every moment of life

nerves were getting deeps & crests

stil...

i hadnt wished to let it be float

her smile was what made me afloat

her voice was what worked as my breath

I luv her ..as i am a vamp

who is in luv with blood & death