did not know...!

And
the thought of
going away...

It popped up
Just like that
There
In that moment

Or so I thought ....I did not know!

Because
It can’t be,
Can’t be that way

It was there,
All along...
waiting for that moment!

Writhing under the skin
With all it’s might
To tear apart
 and show
itself
In its form...ugly or beautiful.. I don’t know!!


Would
You
leave
Me?
Ever!!


It’s important
To know
....and I did not know....!


Leaving
behind
Chaos
Apathy
And p.a.i.n

Announced,
Not to come back...

That thought,
Was there
Somewhere
In you
And .........I did not know!

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.........

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.....!

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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

हमें ही कुछ आदत सी हो चली है...

अल्फाज़ अक्सर कुछ कम पड़ जाते थे 

जब बयां हम करने की हसरत पाते थे 

होते थे इस क़दर कशमकश से रूबरू 

कि, अधर कुछ कह ही न पाते थे 

एक अरसा हो चला है इन लाम्हातों को 

हमारे दिल के डूबते उतरते ज़ज्बातों को 

कोई मिला जो कुछ समझ पता शायद 

ज़ख्म के अन्दर की वाहियात बातों को 

पर वक़्त न मिला उन्हें या न मिला मुकरर इल्म 

मरहम मिला बस नहीं था तो वो दिल 

जो करता नाज़ इस बेबसी पे हमारी 

और भर पाता जख्म  जो था रिस रहा 

यही ख्याल आता रहा ज़हन में हमारे 

और हर लम्हे को हम छोड़ते चले किनारे 

अनजान थे की छोड़ गर हमने ही दिया हमें 

न थामेगा कोई इस ज़नाज़े को हमारे 

न कहेंगे हम की ज़िन्दगी रुस्वां हो चली है 

वोह वहीँ है ज़हां हर खिलती कलि है 

तिल तिल हर पल मरने की 

हमें ही कुछ आदत सी हो चली है...

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और हम जड़ रह गए

....और हम रह गए जड़, कि हमने देखा उन्हें

नहीं, नहीं वोह हंसिनी न थीं 

नाही थी वोह मयूरी कोई 

शायद पलाश कि तलाश में 

वल्लाह! उनकी हर एक सिलवट में 

किंशुक से इस कदर मिल गए 

कि हमने देखा उन्हें, और हम जड़ रह गए ...

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...

Tnnn...

Picture Courtesy

 Tnnn...

was sound which mixed in their smile

galore of twinkles

in eyes

pecks on

glass, changing its hand

claret

dripped in wine

making it 

divine

not that some has to die 

just a devotion need to ply

Ahh! moments being njoyed

 in arms, brash lips & embraced

THE MYSTERY

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walking

along side by side

staring 

no where, but some where

it was flying

like clouds

warmth

of arms conveying 

something unsaid
mysterious

but still not mysterious...

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लम्हात 

वोह कुछ ऐसे थे

खोये हम

उनमें कैसे थे

इल्लम 

ना था गहराई का

आँखों 

की तन्हाई का

अहसास 

मर रहे थे 

दफ़न 
हो रहे थे, उनके साथ

ख्वाब 
अनकहे, पर नहीं थे अनचाहे....

Every Second in Every Hour...

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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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Image - Alston Station by Wandering Soul
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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...

Good Bye

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spilling drops of brimming fluid,

untouched with all around feud

raw anonymity, berserk rolling oculus

as if opium has taken shape of damsel

neither knew of whats unveiling it self

will it be shining sand or damp thrilling cliff

they had commitment in their core

never said it as if a whore

  

unison remained a pleasant myriad

Good Bye, had been word to be forbid...

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Edited to Add Description: These are words of a guy who said (first four lines) for his fairer part, who is bound to fall apart (last six lines)

55 Fiction#4: Perspective

He was looking in her eyes.
This evening had come after a long time.
He felt a sense of alienation. Warmth, embrace, he used to see for him earlier, was absent now.
He asked hurtfully,"what has been changed?"
She replied, catching him off guard, staring nowhere,"Perspective"

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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 

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

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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...