गम को तेरी धुएँ के साथ उड़ाने में चला
जाए नमाज़ से समुंदर को सूखा ने में चला
रात भर मेहेनत, आँख भर आंशु (२)
वो बेरहम .समुंदर शुबहे फिर से हमे मिला...

ए सराब की नशा में
खुद को भी अंजान पाया ह्म ने
पर तेरी आँखें इस बॉटल की सीसे में
आज भी अपने लगते हैं...

ज़्यादा कहीं चॅड ना जाए
साकी ले जाने जो आई थी
चली गयी वो देख के (२)
की सराब नही... अश्क जो पी रहा था में

तसबीर बातों का जवाब ना दे
तब भी ठीक है
तसबीर सकल भी चीपाने लगे
तब तो हद है..

छाता बारिश में भीगने ना दे
तब भी ठीक है
चाँद छाताके पीछे छिपने लगे
तब तो हद है..

I don't know..

I don’t know if our life is going to be the same again…

I don’t know how far-off, this world will take us from each other…

I don’t know whether my eyes will be desperate to see you again…

I don’t know whether am gonna wait for you…

I don’t know whether I will remain as you expected me to be…

Today, I can’t promise that I will be with you whenever you need me…
Yours truly sly and selfish friend, I am!

Come..

Here, Every day is a Preparation!

For da day Next…

No one lives da Present

No one cherishes da Uncertainty!

Who said

An empty stomach can’t love?

...No nerve connects
Our tummy with our soul!

Aeee! Listen... 
Things are nt wat dey seem,

And Life is nt wat you mean!

Arduous may be days!

Bt a smile will be der

On our face!

Which the darkness of night

Can’t hide…

And which the un-soft bed

Can’t slide…

Uncertain may be breakfast on the table

But no morning will break

Without a kiss!

And trust me, Dis is wat

Am nt gonna miss!!

Come!

Let’s live with what we have..

Let’s live with who we are…

Add-ons will never end

And time can never mend!

THE 13th

Happiness comes... To go back again

Should I be contented today?

Or should I shout my heart out?

Will amend Charles Dickens
And write..
Today is the Best of days

Today is the Worst of days!

Today am close to my Dreams

Today am away from my Dream!

Today is the day, I was Waiting for
Today is the day, I was Scared off!
Today is the juncture of Climacteric Triumph
Today is emphatically the Greatest Tragedy!

Today is the occasion of Celebrations

Today is the start of Cruel Count down!

Am elated or am I in flames?

Am breathing or am dying within?

Hmphhh! Happiness 

Rarely comes,

...To go back again…

?

Who know us

Better dan ourselves?

Why we struggle to prove wrong

Wat our heart tells us Right?

How far can we go

From There,

Where we always wanted to be?

Why we want to transgress

Da realm whr we are nt familiar wid?

Adventure wid world,

Is an Elation !

Bt dont do it,
Wen its wid your life?

Understand Yourself

Listen to your own heart beats..

Don’t coerce yourself into silence!

For Gods shake,

Don’t waste

Those precious tears…

Those are mine!

I am..

An Unwanted, Unwarranted

Aborted Fetus, I am

Who still want

Da warmth of the lap…

And is still dreaming to be

A beautiful Missy one day!

I am a Left-out Nest

Hav witnessed mom’s dreams..

Ws equally excited abt

Strength in flabby wings.

Bt today..

Neither the couple came back

Nor have I seen

Those lit’tle kids

After they flew last!

Fifth night, I am

Never Cared, Nor Counted

No aphrodisiac bed, No red and white

No freshness, I smelled

Arousal and thrill

Were all put to rest!

i searched for her...

I searched for her in this terrene Cosmos

On the bank of River Thames..

Around tall Minarets

And inside red Veils...

I searched for her among JNUites

On corridors of Cantab

On benches of Justices

And within GC and Protocols…

I searched for her in the pecks of inebriant

In the pearls of rain

On dias of Bharatnatyam

And within songs, Old and item…

I searched for her in little girl’s smile

Among all those in fab india style
Inside Delhi Metro coaches

And within Cadbury bunches...

Searching for her in Google Images
Gori+Beauty+fresh haircut, I typed.
But with no result
It matches... :(



Missssssssing Her!

My Love story, this is..

Who came in?

& caressed Moon’s lips

That night…(9)

With no one’s notice

Slowly she entered,

And made Him, her own…(1)

Marks on his face,

Is the evidence

Of her presence yesterday night

Of her love

And her kiss

Which he hides

Time and time again…(9)

Is their relationship

So illicit?

That moon can’t come out

On day broad light…(1)

Why are stars dumb tonight?

Let them sing

What they witnessed

That night…(9)

Not immoral

Not illicit
Unfeigned it is

My Love story, this is…(1)

And I fear...

…No! I am not sitting in judgment. Unlike others, I am not with a presumptive mind. Watching an erotic thriller is not just an act of Emotional Restitution but is also a Physical Necessity, they say. But those, waiting for Aug 03 are certainly desperate or simply they were expecting too much from Indian beverage. Indian bottles are always- a little empty towards the hood and No knife is sharp till the hilt. Newy, I wanted to be with the crowd and blow cittis. But something did strike me.  ...May be the Love underneath. He was singing his song, but in my tunes...

A Misunderstood Man... A Man, whom no one cared to understand...A Man, who is forced not to explain himself...Most appropriately- a Man, who tried explaining himself but to a wrong person!

Was that averring the Consistency of Detest or the Inability of a girl’s brain? And the answer is neither both nor the former. Wasn’t that “Sorry” on that glass door, Bona fides? Blood inked letter might not be naiveté but preserving that was a Symbolization of Love… the intimacy with the Past… and the verbalism of Still I do..

Every kiss was genuine and pregnant! At times a flare-up of Emotions, At times a fear of Loosing, and At times a sense of ‘For the last time’. Hah… A ticket, A Visa, A Passport and A Swiss Bank Account with unlimited drawing capacity! What more can a guy offer in return of Poisoned Coffee? 
Izna understood 6 minutes after his death. And I fear of remaining misunderstood forever...

Hurt!

Hurt! 

Hurt me more!!

The more you hurt,

The more I love!

There will come a day

When you can’t hurt me more.

That minute,

And that second

Will be the genesis

Of empyreal Love..

You can’t hurt me then…

You can’t punish me then...

A simple smile,

And a little heart

What I all beg for!

Pain is good..

What does that lofty Mountain Say?

To that shy blue Sky…

What relationship, do they share?

The lust to touch,

Or the pain of distance? (-91)

That far-off full Moon!

What does it say?

To those pulse-less tides…
About which relationship, they talk?

The thrill for amour,

Or the anguish of thirst? (-91)

The redolence of Seeing

Is not there in Caressing!

The taste of Emptiness,
Is not there in Her Presence!
What can be equated?

             With Silent Love…

             With Distance Ardor…

             With her Secret Heart beats
             And with my Aloofness from Her! (-91)

The string of relationship

Will break…

Once the Mountain 
Touches the sky!

And once the Moon

Kisses the tides! (-91)

Pain is good!

Distance is good!

Let Love,

Never lessen the Love!! (-91)

The Valley asked me

Where is She?
With whom you promised

To come One day..

Waiting, were we

To welcome Her

Why you came Alone today?

Chenab tremored my shoulder

And ushered me to see

Their tempting Preparations

For my Lady.

Breathless Lakes, Chilled Streams,

Fresh Greens and Luscious Red Strawberries,

Splendiferous Forests, Mighty Mountains,

White Glacier, Labyrinthine roads,

And Alky meadows…

Stunned was I.

Waiting Shikaras on the Dal,

Bustling floating Mart for her purchases,

House Boats for Our Romantic Nights,

And Shalimar’s Diwan-i-Khas

For the Empress’s Majestic leisure...

anymore..

When you can’t

Control urself anymore..(9)
See those pics and

Talk with them anymore…(1)

Suppress ur sorrow and

Lie over the phone anymore..(91)

Depressed soul

Dejected psyche

Indocile heart

Inert limbs

Obtuse eyes..(9)

Drizzly night

Yellow street lights
Sitting on black-white road divider

Barking dogs

Unwashed face

Grimy hairs

Dirty jeans

Calling cell phone

Chappals over the discarded butts
   And endless flimsy white smokes..(1)

Chali bhi gayi..

Bahot kaam dinno
Ke liye aayi thi
Mere jindegi mein..


Jindegi jeena sikhayi..
Aankhon mein haath rakhke, Sapna dekhayi..
Aur Assman chunne ka Himmat bhi di...


Pyaar di
Apna banayi
Aur... Aaj chod ke chali bhi gayi.............


Aesa Dard, Khuda kisiko na de..

...world loves

I don’t love,

The way, this world loves…
Bed and Bedi are not the goals.
Reciprocation! I never expect,

Let me love you! I request.

No flirt!

Never had I proposed.

'Acceptance' is a Chapter in Avtar Singh

With other terms enclosed.

Clicking pics

Walking the ramp,
Never excites! Never delights!!

Jindegi ek naadi hai
Hum dono both Sides of it
Jo mil nahin payenge kabhi. I know. 
But still I love,
And Not the way, this world loves…

There comes a time..

There comes a time

In every one’s life..
And exception is

Neither yours nor mine...

When you have had every Fun

You desired,

When you have achieved

Every Accomplishment you dreamt one day,
When you have lived
Enough of yours life,

When your tones are arousing, no more

When your Beauty fades out,
When your Blood cools off,
When your existence goes unnoticed,

When your Body is indifferent to your wishes,

And you have
Nothing for this Society's Cruel Barter...
Then also, 
Look back 
There is Someone,
Who is still waiting for you...

i wonder..