Steps

May 22, 2016 Leave a comment

No memories can glorify the ache of being away,
unnervingly slithering towards the feel of being forgotten.
Name unfamiliar, thoughts unwanted, prayers unsure.
Some dreams bleeding profusely – some breaths cut shortened

Crowded, depleted and muddled intentions of beliefs,
drive past the lane of spurious efforts for an applause.
Those who had once euphoric willingness to glow in desires,
paint blanks & see hollow – still numb at demise of their cause. 

The mine that still belongs to me – speaks with a muted gut 
and walks amongst the shadows, away from any touch of significance.
This is a world he had built with stones of pious grief.
The same world which buried him with no repentance.       

Beneath this dark unbecoming of a villain for self that I’ve become
the plea for a platter of innocent dreams and untainted acts, yearns.
Holding on to the last silhouettes of a childish inquisitiveness,
I decide to shred my present – letting the spark breathe and burn.  

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Nameless Stories

March 20, 2016 Leave a comment

With a heart,
purer than the most honest of my prayers,
you being there defines me being
        I try to memorize
        every moment spent caressed by your aura,
        protected from every surplus scheming

Elevated in every sense,
pristine, ecstatic, desirous, blissful and Godly,
that touch of immortality is beaded in our togetherness
        Take my Gods away,
        take them where they will be remembered and justly kept,
        open doors of heaven and a chance to own righteousness.

None would deserve more,
this sight of naive dreams smiling through the veils.
In the worth of your ashes rest all eventual glories. 
        Here I stand at the end
        and dare to look into the eyes of every sun ever shone.
        Time shall come back in time to tell our nameless stories.

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Tum Ho…

March 14, 2016 4 comments

Bechaini ki bheed main gar khwabon ko ek tang galiyarey se do ghoont saans hi mil paye
to pareshaan na hona….
….aajkal to bekadri ke kabristaan main
ilm ki laashon ka bhi dum ghut-ta hai

Who tumhare likhe par haseingey, tumhari banayi tasveeron ko rakh se tolengey
to pareshaan na hona…
…ab pattharon main farishtey nahin bastey
aur uske ghar sar jhukane ka bhi mol lagta hai

Kabhi is safar main thakk jao aur koi do boond saharey ke tum par meharbaan na kare
to pareshaan na hona…
…aur do ghoont apni pyaas ke hi pee lena
kyunki aaj kal to us geeli Chenab ke seeney main bhi lahoo ke khanjar behtey hain

Tum sonchogi ki aisa kya tutaa, kya choota – jo mere dil ke qurbat registhan sa banjar nazaara hai
tum hairaan na hona…
…rooh to khuda jaisey kisi saaye ke saath ruksat thi
jab hum char sookhey, boodhey, begaaney saayon ke beech jalein hain – tab jakar zinda hue hain

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The Sand Beneath The Mast

December 18, 2014 1 comment

Songs of dawn resonant in her eyes

Dispelling vanities of this puerile realm

Absolute sheen in her dew lit candles

Their lambent mirage speaks who I am

Her abundant calm is the air I breathe

She walks bare feet towards my unadorned heart

When words stifle for a mere rhyme

She sends a sonata to play her part

Tell these midnight memories to fade away

Those reminiscent of longing for a pause

With the story of my dreams in your eyes

Such moonless night, let stars be the cause

The reed I hold won’t enthrall the hearers

Bejeweled hollowness creates another chasm

Like the sand that fills the mast from beneath

Let’s be a song for the virtuosos to fathom

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Sin of Being Pure

October 21, 2013 13 comments

Rape. Domestic Violence. Physical & Mental Harassment.
Biased Moralities. Prejudiced Priorities. Unwanted Principles.

The following poem is an attempt to express the feelings of a woman in pain by just being a part of our society.

No mirrors tell my story
None paint the pain I drown and die every moment in
Time doesn’t stop to know my part of the death
Introductions rot with a din 

I search for heartbeats
In battered pieces of flesh, once they had a soul
Bleeding tears of carrying your disgrace upon me
A dead one with a silent yowl 

Loathe me with all you’ve got
Bring all the profane grumblings, unprejudiced or unsure
I’m left with slayed dreams, you took all that was me
My only sin was of being pure

 

Being Her

September 10, 2013 19 comments

Women around us, in our societies, in our workplaces and even in our homes get treated in a demeaning manner.

Do we seek to make a better world without giving respect to our ladies ?

Broken flutes orchestrate a perfect symphony.
A tattered shroud masks the sorrows untamed.
Flowerets shiver in the cold sun masked by smoke.
For her conspicuous dreams – is she to be blamed?

Daubing her skin away from the acidic prejudice
and the sightless hunger for the innocence of her kind.
She works in a yard with the prominent in prey 
as the quivering worth of a woman goes to the blind.

With a muted applause from her callous apprentices,
she carries bouquets of smiles covering her sores.
Alive in her own story of a life beyond the tale.
She hides our guiltless shame beneath her toes.

Love Won’t Let Us Give Up

August 12, 2013 12 comments

 

Chasing smeared promises

of an armistice in this commotion

I fought blankness in my words

and the ease in giving up crept inside, somehow.

 

Living on a boat, stuck in a frozen lake.

Conversing with the emptiness in my ears.

I saw mammoth towers of strength sink quietly.

I saw power of existence give way to reality.

 

Still, there was a willingness in my dreams

and a last leaf of hope you had given me once.

Holding on to the doors of a personal connotation

was this last verse, waiting,  for me to still write.

 

Yes, I believed in the “me” you once told me about.      

I remembered when you said

that if there would ever be a forever,

you and I would be still in love.

 

So, I jumped into this tomblike dark space

and brought the fight to the moments of despair.

They wounded me with their blessed corruptness

and I choked the last bit of air out of them.

 

Then you came and carried away

my scarred cradle of skin in your prayers.

When I thought it was all done

and the senses of my clock were half seized.

I woke up in your arms.

I woke up at home.

 

 

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