दर्द

शायद
यही है

शायद
ऐसे ही है

नियति
हाँ, वही

नियति
जिसमें दर्द है

बेइन्तेहाँ
दर्द

हर पल में
हर लम्हे में
बस
दर्द

कायनात के उस
ज़र्रे में
जहाँ
हम चाहते हैं
की ना हो



दर्द
वहां है तो बस
दर्द.........

स्पर्श

स्पर्श, आँखों से किया हमने उन्हें 

रोम से रोम तक, यहाँ वहां, जहाँ तहाँ 

गुलाबी पंखुड़ियों ये काली घटाओ तक 

सुंदरता से सुंदरता तक 

वक़्त के पद चिन्हों से 

समंदर की गहराइयों तक 

स्पर्श से स्पर्श 

करने की कोशिश 

पल में अनंत को 

जीने की कोशिश 

अंतर्मन से अंतस तक 

पहुंचने की कोशिश

नश्वर से अमर्त्य तक 

स्पर्श, अस्पर्श को एक ही पल में जीवंत,,आह,,,अहा,,,,,अद्भुत !

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 |

Sad

it was not a choice 

like, to be or not to be 

the threads of my frame work

essence of my being 

when they realise upon me

it was already there, staring in silence

then I learned, I learned to read

and I thought I could fight

fight, the feeling of being sad

was I naive? may be or may be not

I learned to be not sad 

and then it pulled me back

like it never left 

from my realm, dripping from bones

I learned to flew and I flew high

was I puerile? may be or may be not

I felt I had to stop to fly

I was damned to come back

to the sad ground, 

where nothing grows and it just hounds

then it dawned upon me

the truth of the universe

seeds are in me, 

they just water them

cutting edges the cutting edge

they just show me the mirror

ugly and normal

pathetic, simply sad

should not it stop and

Lets just accept the fate! 

Embrace

thirst, parching the body & more,

eyes burning to be quenched to the core

dreams full of the conjurer and her pink pore

infinite clarets thunder to break free go for pour

sparks felt lightening, burning it through the ground

goosebumps became the trembling new found

breath becomes fragrant with that of holy grail

stiffing & syncing are world on the cliff of hell

apposite caresses to amorphous muss

vermilion claret to mend the butt

all cosmos being brought to knees to shape

heavenly ritual of embrace.....!

Picture Courtesy: Google Picture

आहत

आहत हो तुम

दुःख है, 

दर्द है,

बस नहीं हैं,

हम

अकेलापन 

हाँ 

वही अकेलापन 

लौट आता है 

हर बार 

शायद 

बताने के लिए 

कि वही है, 

चिर कालिक 

प्रीतम 

आहत हैं हम 

कि 

नहीं, बता पाते 

कैसे हैं 

आप 

हमारे जीवन मैं 

अर्थपूर्ण 

आहत हैं हम 

कि 

आहत हो तुम।

छाया चित्र

Life or Death...

I walk alone along side her
to be there when it hard & rough

din't know if I wanted some thing back from her

 still don't know what evaporates my tears

dont know if want to walk out
but it doesn't feel right & painless if I do

insomnia had bitten me , be wrap in her fragerance

it felt so right to be in her essence

don't know if she knew all about the presence

never cared for that, even if it was matter of life of death...

Lamha...

उन लम्हों को संजो रखा है हमने 

उन्हीं कुछ पहलुओं को जी रखा है हमने 

शायद ज्यादा जीना लिखा ना

होंठो को अपने, सीं रखा है तुमने....

Every Second in Every Hour...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 15; the fifteenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

I was waiting for her

every second in every hour

in tick tock of watch

in splash of water spilled by

in every passing by passenger

I was waiting for her

every second in every hour

in every page of magazine

in every changed sitting position

in hullabaloos of  chandeliers

I was waiting for her

every second in every hour

in chill of ice and warmth of fire

days, months & its been years

in my every smile & tear

Still I am waiting for her

every second in every hour..

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Credits
Image - Alston Station by Wandering Soul
Courtesy - www.deviantart.com via www.blogaton.in

Favor of Furrow...

Streaming like a River, was her flow

congregating energy had him synergized to bow

Every moment of flow, had been kimono

sheer bliss found igloo in his brow

Haa! it was not a long chronicle

universe had is plan some thing simple

what been assumed as a natural flow

turned out be a favor from indebted furrow...

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 

Zazbat....

शमा जलती रही कुछ इस तरह

तिमिर की बाँहों में मचलती रही कुछ इस तरह

शरारत कभी, कभी उदासी थी नशीली  आखो में

प्यार कभी तकरार थी उनकी बाँहों में

नहीं था तो बस एक अहसास 

अहसास उनके, होने का 

उनकी आँखों से 

पूछा तिमिर ने कसकसात से

वो कहे उठे कुछ इस क़दर

फलसफा हो तुम, रूहानी बातों के 

कैसे फना हो जाये सिर्फ तुम्हारे ज़ज्बातों में...

Picture Courtesy: Insignia

Pleasure....

Dancing flame of her will
kept struggling with dark devil
li'l did she know...
it was darkness of her absence
all around her
calling for her to disperse
and Njoy the immense pleasure
pleasure for she craved, 
from bottom of the heart
why is she not deciphering her favor?

Picture Courtesy: Insignia

crack...

crack..

it was visible by now...but only to few

who knew to read eyes..

not smile playing on lips..

irrespective of crack...

rolling tear, sinking heart, flickering eyes

being hugged, to loose all the grieves

take or mistake, doesn't matter any more

lets get submerged in the each other's core....

Embrace...

uneven pieces of shattered self

had all edges to mend any one, be it elf

still...some one cared, as if catered 

them to be smashed further

to reconstruct

to make her smile

to fly again high

to .........

dint even realize what had happened

while embracing......inner self smoldering..

edges of pieces nailing every where

still Njoying the bloody ordeal in every sphere

Picture Courtesy: Deviantart

55 Fiction#2:thanks

Days and nights went by in wait.

He knew she will be back.

Even she has been surprised for this ridiculous confidence.

Suddenly he had been smashed on the road.

He looked on to driver of the truck in few moments and said,"Thanks"

with his eyes...

P.S.: to know more about 55 Fiction please refer here

Dilapidation....

Running though her eyes, they appeared

yearning to fall and get smeared

to find some hugging arms

or soothing heavy, husky voice to calm

earlier it was all dreamland

he was all, mentor, guide & friend

she used to run to & fro, to be a catch of him

to be a toy, in his playing palms

brutal dilapidation of the world,

she witnessed with heavy heart

but before that she got confused 

flying fist& flaring eyes; for her, all dart

why did voices reached high pitch

and harshness became the breakfast& lunch

Ohh! its raining, through eyes

Dad!! why couldn't you made it 

I missed you, very much 

and will be missing You but with pain...

unsaid....

tip...   tip....

not water, not tears, its red, its thick,

its blood........

dripping from wounds,unseen

continuous, being unclouted, unheard

nothing happen to it, its unhurt

every thing was quite, unsaid

it waited to get healed, untouched

smile on lips, in which every one take dips

breath is deep, heavy but undisturbed

will she be able to see, unwritten, unsaid..

quenching flames....

drops of coolant, fallen on burning dzire

to see, just a mere glance of her magical eyes

and they evaporated in fumes, 

declaring need of a mayhem or snow fall?

caressing with care & looking those pair

of  beauty &depth, as love was in the air

taste &touch, drenched every moment

days became hours and hours, seconds...

smile, that made all fallen in straight

was decorating her eyes, lips &face

neither wanted to part again

all they were doing was to refrain

from even thought, of going apart

but unknowing of every thing coming a dart

that morning sun wasn't as bright

air wasn't as crispy &light

still they enjoyed the feeling or them

or being one, being integral, in the quenching flames