Monday, February 13, 2017

The silent duo

A million wands 
A single heart 
A single mind 
A single brain 

A couple 
Sitting silently
So comfortable 
In the rains 

Holding 
Thought
Moulding
Love
Smoking 
God 
Drinking 
Wine 

Layers of 
Promises
And not
A single sign 

He will be 
There 
He will laugh
He would 
Help her 
Heal her scars 

She will be
There
She will laugh 
She would 
Help him 
Read the stars 

Layers of 
Promises 
And not a single 
Sign 


Saturday, July 9, 2016

Eye am real.

My outer shell
Of sensations
Seems to shake
Its great
To know
And feel
All this
Together

A wholesome
Mouthful
Contented
Warmth
From just
Feeling

Do you feel?

Do you feel the way
You eat
Or fear
The unknown?

Consciously
Stupid

Consciously
Intelligent

Consciously
Absent
From the current
Moment

Consciously
Calculating
The reasons
For years

Consciously feeding
Your body

Aware of
Being unaware
About
Everything there is
But why

We know
If no
Humans
Exist

The nature
Wouldn't
Even blink
An eye

An eye
That is
In all of us

Our conscious
Little
Eye

The observer
Is what
Is in us
Of us
With us
To see

The nature
Has newborns
As the freshest
Windows

Freshest views

For good
Bad
Ugly
Sad
Loving
Caring
Sharing
Stealing
Murdering
Killing
Itself
Every day
Every night
Keeping fight
The only reason
Such treason
Towards
Oneself

You built
These
Mountains

Im talking
To you

The one sitting
Behind
The readers eyes

You built this
Yourself
The rivers
The seas
The flowers
And trees

Everything

Dont cloud your mind
With self doubt

Keep it free
For better ideas
Beautiful ideas

Even if it means
Revealing
What you hide
Behind the door
Of your room

Let that idea
Be a sensation
Something tangible
Give it the same worth
You give
To your teeth
In the morning

Clean and rinse
Free from
The sour bacteria
Dont let it sit
And stink

Stagnance smells bad.

Fresh is always welcomed
With kisses.


Sunday, July 3, 2016

The muse to be

She would
Smile
Like an angel
Going through
A greed-flu

As if she
Had understood
Seduction

The darkness
In her eyes
Like a shadow
Of her vibe
A lucid
Reflection
Of my own

She thought
Of being immortal
She thought
I had the power

She thought
My ink
Could
Make that miracle
Happen

As if
The whiteness
Of my sheet
Resembled
The peace
The treasure
Of the multicolored
Heaven

She said
She'd swore
On
The universe
Itself
That she saw
A rainbow
Behind my
Head

She'd move
In ways 
My eyes
Hesitate
And stop
To even
Blink

Like a ship
Caught up
In a stormy
Night
And now
Just waiting
To sink

Amidst these
Lies
Rainbows
Butterflies
My cigarette
Burnt
Untouched

I kissed her
Thighs
She kissed
My head
Our choices
Of drugs
Were different

For her
It was
The immortal
Peace in heaven
For me
It was her touch

Such fantasies
I say
Such fantasies.

Friday, May 27, 2016

Bachpan ka dibba

Bachpan ka dibba
Khol kar dekha
Toh mile hain sapne
Kuch aise anjaan

Wo bacha jisko
Tod kar pheka
Kisi kone mei chipa
Bolta hai

Koshish toh karte
Jeene ki...

Koshish toh karte jeene ki
Un sapno ko bhee peene
Ki

Jis shiddat se...

Jis shiddat se
Jaam uthaate ho
Iss bache
Ko yun daraate ho
Logon ki chid chid baarish mei
Mujhko aise bhigaate ho

Daraate ho
Chidaate ho
Naakaamiyon se
Sataate ho
Girte ho
Giraate ho
Mujhe hee jhootha bataate ho

Awaaz hun tere andar ki...

Awaaz hun tere andar ki
Fir bhee itna rulaate ho

Kaagaz par rang pheko zara
Has kar toh kabhi dekho zara
Nathkhat sa rass hai gudgudi mei
Gudgudana bhee ab seekho zara

Naam nahi iss duniya mei...

Naam nahi iss duniya mei
Kaam nahi iss duniya mei
Na naam hai
Na kaam hai
Nakaam nahi iss duniya mei

Khud ka tum ehsaas karo....

Khud ka tum ehsaas karo
Hone par vishwaas karo
Kal par hukum chalaate ho

Ya beet chuka
Ya aana hai
Har kal ne bhee chukaana hai

Hisaab jo rakhna bhool gaya...

Hisaab jo rakhna bhool gaya
Uss bache par zulm uthaate ho
Kyu itna rulaate ho

Wo bacha jisko
Tod kar pheka
Kisi kone mei chipa
Bolta hai

Koshish toh karte
Jeene ki
Aaj meri chitaah jalaate ho

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Damn

Rivers meet
The ocean
Unaware
Of their start.

Their birth,
The glacier's
Worth
Isn't any less
A piece of art.

Its only when
They begin
To flow
They begin
To spread life
But would
They know
Their responsibilities
Or every little
Fight
They put up
With the rocks
And trees
On the way

Quarreling rapids
With sounds astray

Curving rocks
Into pebbles
Hills into levels
Freedom into rebels
When order repels them,
The 'damned' rivers.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Step one, two and three

The light
At the end
Of the tunnel
Is getting closer
Getting brighter
By the second

A new year
Has begun
But the birds
Seem to chirp
The same way

A child
Has just tasted
Mud for the
First time
Ask him
What gourmet is

A vibration
Carrying with it
Light
Has pushed the
Existence to
Become bigger
Than it was
As it was
A second ago

A mother
Has stopped outside
A toy shop
Looking at a toy
Her child wanted
And this time
She wants to
Surprise her

A vulture
Has spotted
A dead dear

An eye
Has seen
A glimpse of
God
A glimpse of
Me and a glimpse
Of you
A glimpse of nature
A glimpse of truth

A seed has just
Germinated

Weed has been
Terminated
They call it medicine
Now

Time has been
A lonely traveller
Being judged
For what it is
By others

But time itself
Is the water
To the seed
The hope
Of a child

The honey
From the bees
The rain
For the sad
Spring for the free
The step one, two and three

Birth life and death

The detached leaf
From the tree

Let us all assemble
Now
And begin to live
As one.

Monday, April 11, 2016

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It just is - musings of a wanderer

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