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! 

those days!

those days,

are the days,

one,

does not want to remember,

but remember the most,

think,

about a lot,

when doesn't want to think at all,

time,

which talked about least,

but hurts most,

those days,

are the days,

wasted,

as you are hurt,

away from herd,

trying,

to enact strong,

intact from dirt,

those days,

are the days,

you are you and 

not what you are supposed to be!

Swirl

it’s ablution or next confusion

every stride taken to unknown destination

which is there or may be not

saying, don't know was never so hot

jitters prevail in depth of mind

heart feels soothing, caressing wind

turmoil or peace, who is ruling this world

may verses knitting them in swirl!

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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स्पर्श

स्पर्श कहता है कुछ 

कभी अनकहा,  कभी अनचाहा 

कभी अनजाना, कभी वीभत्स 

कभी खुरदुरा रेत के दानों सा 

कोमल फूल की पंखुड़ी सा 

आंसुओं सा नम, कभी, रक्त सा 

मवाद बह न पाया बन दर्द 

किसी के ह्रदय से कभी 

सड़ने वाली उस हर लाश सा 

या वृक्ष हो पलाश सा 

स्पर्श कहता है कुछ 

हाँ ! स्पर्श, वही स्पर्श। 

अक्स

अक्स था शायद

हॉं, और अक्स ही है

पता नहीं किसका

शायद, कल्पनाओं का?

टूटती हुई, नहीं नहीं

अदृश्य होती

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रोशनी से

पर क्या ये वास्तविकता 

वास्तविक है?

या है क्षण भंगुर

कल्पना की तरह!