The Muse Unfolds...

Dear dear illusion of apocalyptic sky 

how have you been in the volcanic cry 

the mushes, the lure, the galvanic eye

the one who staged your manic die

the plethora of dust, Hust..it must!

you just couldnt see the gust of crust

lust you cursed was bound to rust 

the burst of soul, the locked unjust

the daily dose of fresh sublime

cut into ears, the sour rhyme

the photofinished nostalgic mime

left to burn..Time to crime!

the two rounds of satanic whirl

the illusion changed, the cryptic hurl 

if not today, the ecliptic twirl

the dreamer will die in a triptych pearl

Hasrat

Hasrat us lakeer ki manend hai
Jo sihayi ke beghair veeraan rehty hai....
Per har pal, har khwaab sisakty rehty hai....
Phir ek din koi uska khaaka bun jata hai..
Aur yun hasrat ko apni taabeer mil jaty hai..

Hasrat ki soch uski taabeer pe ruk si jaty hai..
Shayed wo is gumaan mein hai ke 
Faqt ek khwaab uski aazmaish ka sahara hai...
Aur hasrat is etemaad ko
Apney pallu baandh ke so jaty hai..

Per aj..
Janey kyun...

Janey kyun us khaakey ki siyahi madham ho gayi hai...
Janey kyun..

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Kuch is qadar bekhabar thi khwabeeda nazam
Ke rakht-e-safar se afsos, na-aashna reh gayi

Good Night

Your touch...

Like a story unknown

Like the atheism forlorn

My being...

Embarrassed in a night’s cry

Like a shred of cloth you denied

My questions...

Lagging behind your exclamations!

My pauses..

Dreading your unkempt declarations.

I am collecting my senses from my obsession...

I will have to clean my wardrobe from longed conception...

So do we stop now?

Or start a new sentence?

And as I write, the breaks remind me

Of the dreaded future tense.

Tonight is the night that I change my hide,

My ring, my wet and my little eyes.

Tonight is the night when I change my name,

I have played enough, now I leave you untamed.

 

 

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Dear Me!

I had a big day and you had too
when Dear life smudged me
and pulled back through.

Like the two Niles across my face
and a Sahara on yours,
defintions seeked a word,
and they still do.

Dear skin why do you keep
all brown
when its all blue,
the all night ceiling,
and The Not Talking statue.

Bleed it,
till the pus leaves you,
whichever way it travels
the Cut marks me,
and so do you.

Dear madness may I ask you,
when you gave a birth in twilight’s hue,
did you write a name on a dark so lone,
or could you find a mate
in the morning dew?

Broken Es and Gs and Os,
make a pit hole in every drac’s motto.
So did she, and so did he,
and so do I,
like a big frothing hollow.
So I repeat Dear sucked low,
don’t suck it back
for the love of you.

Dear shadow,
now you may take turn,
as the dawn and the dusk
stop to follow.
Long arms and small feet
Push I to them,
As a cobbler mismatched
In a blacksmith’s crew.

Now Now
I have a nail too,
To draw my curse on every
Small and long shoe,
Try it if you want,
Sulk if you lose,
Dear shadow
But But
follow me through.

Ek Aetaraaf

Wo padhtey rahey khuda ko khudaayi samajh ker
Hum likhtey rahey ghazal ko rubaayi samajh ker
Na band-dagi khoj paayey na hi aashiqi mili
Phir kyu le gaye wo duaa ko duhaayi samajh ker

Hum na madhosh they na hi zeehosh they
Thodey nazron mein they thodey roposh they
Jo aajazi ko tumney yun cheena is tarha
Ab to jee uthey hain pehlay khaamosh they

Jo noor ko jala dey wo hiddat hum mein nahi thi
Jo kaif ko bujha dey wo tadap ghum mein nahi thi
Phir kyu lut gayi duniya or aabdeeda they chashm
Jab wo baat khaaksaar ke kalam mein nahi thi

Qaseeda ban gaye thi kuch inaayat is tarha
Tamashaa-e-zauq se na ho kuch shikaayat jis tarha
Likh diye fasaney yun nighah buland ker ke
“Naz” ban gayi ho khuda ki hadaayat jis tarha

A Tale Of Mundanity

http://kalenisis.deviantart.com/art/Does-it-Really-Matter-Whore-23623498

1) Dribbling through my shadows,
A mundanity flows, sometimes like
A bout of nausea, or a rain soaked
Earth; perhaps a whore sucks lives
In every breath of yours.

2) Sculpted heart, with a smile and a gaze,
Formless mass stacked in a chair,
A stain on the shadow like a poetic mistake;
Which way a corpse would fall
On a multipolar stage?

3) Two wings outgrown, and a womb to dry,
Shred every cell or bubble in joy,
Virgin Mary or Charpillon’s cry;
Would a dream be immortal in a parrot’s voice?

4) Marked by age, and the fate of some caterpillars,
Longing stems wait for springs to hide from lovers;
Poor trees perhaps they didnt know why,
Stripped or clothed, shadows lived for thy vile!

Bikher Gaye..!

Jab bhi hasraton ko thaamey terey koochey se guzrey
Hawaaon ne dareechon key rukh badal diye

Jab khawabon per mohrein si waqt ne laga di
Nazar kya tasweer kya tasawwur badal diye

Sadiaan si beet chali hain yun saayey ki aas mein
Tumney jo badley ghar, humney dil badal diye

Ab kya karein shikwa jab khud hi harjaa’ee they
Kisi aashiq ki tehreer-e-ghum ne muqaddar badal diye

Laut aao ab ke “naz” kuch na baaki hai
Teri chaukhat ki sarhad ne takhallus badal diye

Lost In A Speck

How easy it is to shatter a moment of silence, but we still long for it. Perhaps the momentary wait is too long to see the voids built within. Void!!! Probably I couldn’t come up with a better term to hide that dread nurturing within my bounds.Before it touched my senses, it fed on “love and passion”..huh..thats what I used to say. Its funny how equations within oneself form, change or die. From love to void, it just took three months, or maybe three moments inside me. I always used to say that life is strange, but how strange can a truth be, and how funny it sounds when reality fills within.


Yeah! It’s all happening within the flesh and skin of me, and I am unable to accept or deny it. That’s why it’s easier to shatter those moments and hide behind busy mornings and loaded evenings. The sense of urgency keeps away the sense of guilt or responsibility. The afternoon conversations blur the silences before and after the rings, and so the blind walk continues…


Loving him was irresistible, making love to him perhaps the only dream… but lost is my way in the dots ahead.


There is a very fine line between ecstasy and emptiness…both push you in a daze where you nourish or sulk alone..He left me filled or sucked the Me out of me…maybe you would know… but all I sense and feel is the tremble of the first touch, or the news of my love materialized…and I wondered..as I still do. How probable it is to love someone, and be loved by him, and how likely it is to be in love with your bond materialized within the core of you kicking and reminding a night out of all the nights..I wonder..


Technically and conventionally, love passes on..from a man and woman to their child…So am I not human if I didn’t want this string attached to me? Am I not in love with my man? Or maybe I was too quick to let my emotions get in stream..I wonder!


A speck of dirt am I
Flying high
The whorl won’t open
In a sky so tied
Neither did you bore me
Nor I would die
A moment still waits
To break me from the sky

The Toy Owls

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46357462/?q=plastic+&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5&qo=20

In the mystique of the first sunbeam
And the intruding song of the morning birds,
The frown behind my gaze leaves a note…

Little pebbles that I carry
From the lost journey of an ocean,
Fall onto my slept dream...

And the search continues...

“When did I learn to adorn my lies?
And draw the tear streaked covers of pleading hopes?
Probably a door still exists
Behind the forbidden shimmer of morning hues”

Toy owls chirp and laugh in the nests of robins and crows,
‘Oh I love you sweetheart’ they chant as they brush our plastic cores

Lives and after lives paused,
Wait on the longing trees,
The melting still looks for a sun,
Or perhaps a burning dream…

But one day the desires are sucked away,
As the toyed loonies break,
And the night strangers are left to sulk
In the chlorinated beams through vacant caves!

I Arrive..!

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There you bloom
With the secret of tears
And harmony,
As I seek
The love of light

I have waited since
Words had a meaning
To the vertex where letters
Lost their sight

I lived a virgin dream,
Where strangers stretched my
Desires

Wish
I- the withheld,
And you-the key,
Would unlock
The spark of “reality”

Now you provoke,
And I drink the stream,
Till the fire burns
The dust of me

In the dark you
be the knight,
And I merge into you
For the lust of joy

Tasteless step
Into the ring of sweat,
With the libation of sins
I arrive—I arrive


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“Reaching beyond oneself was a right you never dreamed”

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/29413356/

Crawling is an art,
Once legs leave the
Mass to graze the spikes

Then foot steps become
My paintings,
And the trail of ants
Etch my sights

Spiders tell me my name,
Lady birds kiss me good bye,
The sleep is long,
And the gamble
Wouldn’t last all night

Grave
New
Ducklings
Follow my way,
And I let them suckle
The sweetness of lies

Thousand laughs
For a night my love;
As I cater your dreams,
You fill my
Incoherent plight.

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“When thirst didn’t have a name but a vacant hunger of The Forbidden Eyes”

Kaisay Karun..?

Muqaabil hai tera aks mein yaad kaisey karun
Vasl-e-yaar mumkin na tha mein faryaad kaisay karun

Boond boond ko sahil har shab tadapta raha
Ek muthy aashianey ki iltija kaisay karun

Deewaney ho chaley hain yun mai ki pyaas mein
Raaz-e-aashnayi ko sar-e-bazaar kaisay karun

Har gali har koochey mein ruswa ho gaye
Dil-e-nadaan ki chaukhat ko beniqaab kaisay karun

Na dil aashnayi na berukhi seekh paayi tum “naz”
Yun lutti hai duniya ke phir aabaad kaisay karun

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/58565759/

Aadat si ho gayi hai...

Jab jab moondhi ankhion pe koi hawa ka jhonka chalta hai
Dhadkan ab bhi rukty hai ya aadat si ho gayi hai

Jab jab paid ki oot se koi khawab chura ke jata hai
Paayal ab bhi bajty hai ya aadat si ho gayi hai

Jab jab nadi ke shor mein koi deed lagayey rehta hai
Paani ab bhi bharty ho ya aadat si ho gayi hai

Jab jab lafzon ki aad mein koi chaid chaid ker hasta hai
Nazrein ab bhi jhukty hain ya aadat si ho gayi hai

Jab jab ek muskaan pe koi hasna bhool sa jata hai
“Naz” ab bhi kerty ho ya aadat si ho gayi hai

Does a supernatural power exist? A deity which controls several universes from beyond…A God? Many a times man debated on this issue, and still does.

Belief vs Logic? Immortal vs Mortal? Lots to argue about, but once a man decides his path, his faith, What then? Does being a believer of “The Unknown”, makes one responsible for following “The Rules”, and “Acceptable” vs “Unacceptable”?
What after being “The Believer” one experiences a choice? A choice to choose not between what we want to do or not, but between who makes the choice for us…

the choice to pick, to live, and love..even die..

Life is not the game of choices, but the game of one we select for the play.

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Gumshuda hai samundar yun seep ki perchayi mein
Talaash ho jaisay be-asar kisi shab ki tanhayi mein

Berang hai manzar yun shama ki khudnumayi mein
Tareek ho jaisay aaina kisi rakht ki bewafayi mein

Saakat hai qayenaat yun jurm ki duhaayi mein
Tairta ho jaisay toofan kisi mauj ki khudayi mein

Tajusus hai qatil yun aansoo ki sunwayi mein
Kehtay ho jaisay ghazal kisi sha-ik ki ruswayi mein

Denied

ever strained
to hear,
when expectations
and fulfilment
take a joy ride?

One ring,
then another...

obscure
blank
silence

the ten dials
propped
in
figures that surround..
my tremble
and my temple

popped eyes refused,
though pen still carries
a desire

cure
nor do I seek
for the aphasic charm
that i hide

The dinner was eaten long ago...
Let me lick the void

The Illusionist

Light condemned
In my hole today.
As a cycle follows
In forty nights.

Inch by inch,
The earth sucks me in,
Like
A Dracula drinking
The orgasmic plight.

I clip my claws
Again and again,
But still they find
The papered walls.

Seven colors in the
Rainbowed eyes..
Sip me once,
Before the twilight.

Packed already?
You wish you’d leave!
Constellations follow
Your hasty strides.

I write my verse
Letter by letter,
So it stays where
The Plath died.

Smoked pieces
Of deserted inn,
Remind me of
My scissor veins...

Once a stranger,
Made love,
To a mourning voice
Of a concubine.

Neither a puzzle,
Nor a story,
A rotten waste that
That you leave behind.

O caricatured smile,
I talk to you today,
Don’t unlock me on
The forty-first night.

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When mirrors are the only illusions that die when we close eyes..!

A Substituted Life

Can alternatives substitute notions in our lives? what about colours, people, relationships?

Perhaps they can.

Its a forced action, if taken immediately, and probably just happens by itself if given time.

But the question is, do we want them?

Humans like change, but not all the time. Sometimes, we do want to take a backseat and enjoy the neverending weather. Yes, it depends on what are we having, but i guess we all crave for stability, and having a good weather with a cup of tea in some dazed evenings is all we would care about, so that the rest of the world sleeps at the back of our minds.

A monsoon breeze with some pitter patter once a while, when we sit in our balconies sipping the love of nature, and then the clouds leave their place to give way to the sun. So, do we like it now? ummm..perhaps yeah...till we get sunburnt...then perhaps we take away our teacup and newspaper as we go back to our shaded room to curse a bit on the weather.

Did the change prompt the frowned face, or the sun?
(Probably the sun..it took away the wetness that we were enjoying.)

What about the ones who touched our lives and left us? Do we crave their existence, or enjoy the change! Do we miss the best, or look for the better. No, nothing is being implied.
Perhaps, the issue is whether we had the best, or thought we had, or probably we already were waiting for the change.

The ones who would have touched our hearts must be our choice, then do we substitute them while we nurture a void? Is that lack of presence horrible enough to push us to make another choice, or when we know that we cant have a better option leaves us makes us live with a hollowed existence till the time substitutes the void itself.

We all try substituting being and relationships, concioiusly or unconciously. Having vegetables for food is probably not such a good subtitute when we love chicken, but perhaps its better than staying awake all night due to hunger. Yeah it certainly was a better comparison, but the easiest one.

But a forced substitution? Is it worth the hunger? or would it make us crave even more vigoirously for what we lost? Yeah, it keeps our mind away, or atleast tries to distract us for sometime, but what if it doesnt. What if we crave for The One even more than we ever thought.

Problem arises when we have no alternatives to substitute. What do we do then? Do we sulk in the emptiness or move on? Move on to another part of the being, that silences that craving, or atleasts turn it into whispers. Even the thought of letting go of our "only" options takes away our breaths. How would be life with those special people not around, and no other being take that place? Yeah, now probably we crave for a substitute when there is none in sight.

Some fundamentals question our being, and the only substitute is to "move on".