Your smile

Your smile is not the same anymore

It is burdened with our past

With what you are thinking of me

With things you can’t forget

Things I keep remembering

Things I shouldn’t have done

And all the things I did

It tells a story

But it tells a different story

Not the one for the world

One for me

Only me

I’ve been cheating

I’ve been cheating

Moments gone away

Say

Much of the moments have been fleeting

There has been no rush

Though

From start

Until the end

I’ve been sleeping

I’ve been sleeping

Who can deny?

When time tells

It’s time to go

Where you belong

A bus goes there

Every hour and then

It’s been a lifetime

I’ve been waiting

I’ve been waiting

Let the fate write

It’s own tale

I am here to tell one of my own

And it’s working out

All just fine

Since

You’ve been reading

I’ve been telling

Some nights

Some nights are different

Some nights talk less, listen more

They make you sleepy but make you not want to sleep

They make you feel like you are a nice person already

Some nights make you believe things you aren’t

Things you thought you were when you were a kid

Holding imaginary planes in the imaginary sky

Like a dream some nights make you happy

These nights come once in a while

And they don’t last too long

And when they go, they leave you incomplete

Like a king without a kingdom

A beggar without a hope

A dreamer with a dream

Like a me with a thought of a you

P

Posey had a fascination for
Prose that started with
P. Yes
P, the letter
P. No A or B. Her sentences had to start with
P and only
P. That was her quirk and this was me –
‘Picky’. Now what kinda’ name is
Picky. I ain’t all that choosy but
Picky, now that irks me.
Papa once said –
Picky you see
Papa likes mummy but it can’t be. I m in
Police since years and still have my fears. About
Picking up a fight with
Posey. Tell her what’s on between me and Rosy
Posey was upset. How could he, choose R to
P. It’s an insult and I shall have my revenge
Penny for penny. “But mother he has no money, and you no attorney?“
Picky let me see
Pinto is caring and he is free. And you need a father and I need a
P. I agreed
Primarily for the lure of a
Pony that will drop me school and
Pick me home to father
Phony and mother
Posey, amidst the same old story called - to
P or not to
P

तेरे लिए बी गुलज़ार

तेरे लिए तेरे लिए, तेरे लिए तेरे लिए
लफ़्ज़ों में, लम्हों की, डोलियाँ, लाये हैं
लफ़्ज़ों में, लम्हों की, डोलियाँ, लाये हैं, लाये हैं
शेरोन में, खुशबू की, बोलियाँ, लाये हैं, लाये हैं
हमने सौ सौदे किये
तेरे लिए तेरे लिए, तेरे लिए तेरे लिए

आँखों में न चुभे, तारों की किरचियाँ
शीशे का आसमा लाये हैं, तेरे लिए तेरे लिए
तारे जड़े, हीरों से भी कितने बडे
हमने आसमानो में, लाखों के सौदे किये
तेरे लिए तेरे लिए, तेरे लिए तेरे लिए

हलकी सी सर्दियाँ और सांस गरम हो
शामों की शवल भी, थोड़ी सी, नर्म हो
तेरे लिए किशमिश चुने, पिसते चुने, तेरे लिए
हमने तोह परिन्दों से, बागों के सौदे किये
तेरे लिए तेरे लिए, तेरे लिए तेरे लिए, तेरे लिए तेरे लिए

Poetry of my life

As I write the poetry of my life

I know there is only little I can say

For much of it is hidden

And forgotten along the way

Like a treasure

That you seek

Realizing a bit late

That what you were searching for

You were always carrying along the way

Happiness discovered

In unfound ways

Or affection with sorrow

That quits giving pain

Melody is old

But each time life hums

World listens with astonishment

TRUISMS (1978-1983)
JENNY HOLZER

http://handsell.wordpress.com/2010/07/19/truisms-1978-1983-jenny-holzer/

“I dreamt of heaven the other night, and pearly gates swung wide. An angel with halo bright, ushered me inside. And there to my astonishment, stood folks I’d judged and labelled as quite unfit, of ‘little worth’ and spiritually disabled. Indignant words rose to my lips, but never were set free, for every face showed stunned surprise, not one expected me!”

– Unknown.

A conversation dream

I asked her, She never asked why I like her

She asked Why?

I told her, I don't know

I really don't.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines
by Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

A Drinking Song

by William Butler Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

वोह कहाँ हैं

कुछ गवा हैं
और कुछ हवा हैं
हमें जिन पर ऐतबार था
वोह लोग कहाँ हैं?

उनकी ओर से आयें हैं सभी दोस्त मेरे
खरियत पुछा करते थे जो
वोह मेरे दोस्त कहाँ हैं?

हो गयी है रुसवा किस्मत भी
अब तोह मुझे पहचाने ऐसा भी कोई मौजूद नहीं
यार-इ-महबूब, तू कहाँ है?

छूट रही है आस
अब तोह मोमबत्ती बेचने वालों की
जलादे उम्मीद काफ़िर की कुटिया में
वोह लौ कहाँ है?

Under the Flyover

She looked into his eyes and said - we are such similar creatures, you and I, aren’t we?

No, we are not - he replied, much to her surprise, then looking away at the passing bus, he said - you are lost, while I am abandoned.

आज

आज जो खरीदे नए जूते, तोह कल के वोह फटे हुए मोजे याद आये
अमीरी के दिनों में, वोह गरीबी के दिन बोहत याद आये

मैं सोचता था की मैं नहीं बदलूँगा
मगर उस उभरते चेहरे में, हम कहीं नज़र नहीं आये

बादल हटे तोह जाना की हम आसमा में हैं
वरना ज़मीन पे इस कदर मजबूर, तुम्हारे पास हम कभी नहीं आये

एक बात

दूर तलक जाती तोह है
मगर सुनाई नहीं देती
मेरी आवाज़ है तोह बुलंद
बस असर नहीं करती...

राहों के कांटे अब
जूतों की खाल बन चुके हैं
तेज़ रफ़्तार तोह है मेरे पास
बस कहीं ले नहीं जाती...

आँखें मूँद लेता हूँ
कभी किस्मत पे हस लेता हूँ
दिल तोह बेहेल जाता है इन तरकीबों से
बस नींद नहीं आती...

Are we intellectual souls or are we just something somebody told?

Emptiness












.

तेरी बाहें

मद्धम मद्धम सी रौशनी है

मैं खीचा चला जा रहा हूँ कहीं

महफ़िल कहीं और ही जमी है

नींद है हलकी हलकी सी पलकों में

आँखें भी खुली है कम कम

सोचता हूँ रात यहीं रुक जाऊं

फिर सोंचता हूँ, काश सुबह न हो हमदम

तेरी बाहों में जहाँ कुछ ऐसा लगता है

जानता हूँ झूट बोल रहा है

मगर वोह धोकेबाज़ भी सचा लगता है

तेरी बाहों में ज़िन्दगी जीने का

हर बार नया चस्का लगता है

तेरी बाहों में ज़िन्दगी जीने का

हर बार नया चस्का लगता है

सुबह हसीन लगने लगती है

वीरान गलियों में

एक अजीब सी बस्ती लगने लगती है

त्राफ्फिक का शोर संगीत लगने लगता है

माकन मालिक की गाली भी

गुलज़ार का लिखा गीत लगने लगता है

तेरी बाहों में ज़िन्दगी जीने का

हर बार नया चस्का लगता है

तेरी बाहों में ज़िन्दगी जीने का

हर बार नया चस्का लगता है

ऐसी रात फिर न आयेगी

ओढले मुझे यहाँ…

ऐसी महफ़िल फिर जमने न पायेगी

सीमेटले मुझे यहाँ…

छुडाले मुझे मेरी ही गिरफ्त से

इस से पहले की मुझे धूंदले जहाँ…

इन गुज़रते पलों के बीच

गुज़रता हर पल अब मुझे कम लगता है

तेरी बाहों में ज़िन्दगी जीने का

हर बार नया चस्का लगता है

तेरी बाहों में ज़िन्दगी जीने का

हर बार नया चस्का लगता है

Tell me, did you stop writing, because they stopped reading?

Goodbyes

Some hearts never mend
You may walk through and through
Still…
Some turns never bend

It’s a distant dream, of a not so distant past
Wake up to the reality boy,
Lives don’t end…
That fast

And you will learn to live like this
Dealing in open hearts
With…
Clenched fists

Remember, in life there are no goodbyes
Only some better off truths
And some…
Very bitter lies

My loudest poem

My loudest poem
Is but only a silent cry
To shout out loud
Of all that is silent inside
Will I overcome?
The blackness in the dark
To show the bright silver white
(Which is not even a part of any –
Cloud or some wishful lining)
It is only me –
That you found
A moment before
I finally gave up hiding

There in in the dark of the light

Is flashing the armor of my soul, shining bright

And the only way to meet her is to meet her in the eye

You will see some parts of the forgotten art, satisfiyed

Don’t leave just yet

The boat is still, only the rower is wrecked

And every heart crumbles when cometh the night

In the uncovered moon you see clearly

You were wrong and yes she was right

And there are no regrets, only aspirations unfulfilled

Some luck lost, some hopes trifled

So steady the glass and drink that wine

Soul is thirsting long to feel a bit alive

Sleep now into the time

And if you dream still, of the past begone

Then know fully well –

Life is just not your song

तनहा - जावेद अख्तर

देखिये तो लगता है
ज़िन्दगी की राहों में
एक भीड़ चलती है
सोचिये तो लगता है
भीड़ में है सब तनहा

जितने भी ये रिश्ते हैं
कांच के खिलोने है
पल में टूट सकते हैं
एक पल में हो जाए
कोई जाने कब तनहा

देखिये तो लगता है
जैसे ये जो दुनिया है
कितनी रंगीन महफ़िल है
सोचिये तो लगता है
कितना गम है दुनिया में
कितना ज़ख़्मी हर दिल है
वो जो मुस्कुराते थे
जो किसीको ख़्वाबों में
अपने पास पाते थे
उनकी नींद टूटी है
और हैं वो अब तनहा

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot।
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned.

Where were you?

Wearing pink pajamas with polka dots

In the middle of the routine and on the trot

You visit a strip tease bar

And you are surprised

You are sitting beside the pole

Where you see a Dancing Life

It is beautiful

It is happy

But mostly it is free

You begin to wonder could she be, really me?

The music fades

Even the lights go dim

You order for a green apple vodka

Cancel the gin

The crowd seems to react to your life’s every move

You care a lot, but your life

She doesn’t change a move

You give up and stay put for the night

Holding a spoon in the left and a fork in the right

When all of a sudden it strikes you

All this while where were you

Where were you?

You turn around

And there you see your favorite lover

He is the man with many faces but just one cover

One can tell he is handsome

One can tell he is gay

You are just glad he doesn’t know that you’re there

You are hiding under the table staring at your muddy boots

When all of a sudden it strikes you

All this while where were you

Where were you?

You leave the bar

With your arms stretched waving at every passing cab

Nothing that moves ever stops

And you start to take a brisk walk

Cursing your life for all its glee

A strange respite you know you shall never feel

Your eyes glance upon a hoarding with a face covered in red

Just like you, she is a model, reported to be dead

You start admiring the smile on her face

More lively than any living thing on that morose street

When all of a sudden it strikes you

All this while where were you

Where were you?

somewhere on the streets somebody is feeling this. i think.

fuck u.
u mother.
fucker.
who made you this famous i wonder.
oh wait.
i think i remember.
it was me and a few other.
and now you are all over the place.
plasted on the muddy walls.
in the loo.
outside the malls.
in the gutter.
you are everywhere and in my face.
with me here cursing my fate.
was i a bit too late.
to know and say.
fuck u.
u mother.
fucker.
who made you this famous i wonder.
oh wait.
i think i remember.
it was me and a few other.
and now you are all over the place.
plasted on the muddy walls.
in the loo.
outside the malls.
in the gutter.
you are everywhere and in my face.
with me here cursing my fate.
was i a bit too late.
to know and say.
fuck u.
u mother.
fucker.

बंद किताब ज़िन्दगी

बंद किताब ज़िन्दगी
देखो तुमने फिर खोल दी

गुलाबों की सूखी पंखुडियां
रखकर तुमने फिर छोड़ दी

उड़ते हैं पन्ने हवा से
अरमानों की खिड़की लगता है तुमने फिर खोल दी

गम ही गम थे दफ़न यहाँ तो
जाने कौनसी ख़ुशी साथ तुमने ढो ली

कहा था यादों का समुन्दर है
देखो साडी अपनी देखो तुमने फिर भिगोली

साये में धुप

.

साये में धुप है या धुप में साया

बहुत बार गया वहां, मगर समज मेरे नहीं आया

.

कितना भी धुतकारो यह नहीं जाती

शायद मेरी ही तरह, इन यादों को भी कोई लेने नहीं अया

.

मांगी थी छत और मिल गया आसमा

और कहते हैं लोग, उसे अभी देना नहीं अया

.

हैरत होती है हर एक बात पर

हमे ही शायद अभी सहना नहीं आया

.

रुक रुक के चलता है, सबसे डरता है

इस व्यापारी को अभी बिज़नस नहीं आया

.

साये में धुप है या धुप में साया

बोहुत बार गया में वहां मगर समज मेरे नहीं आया

सुंदर सी नज्म

मिटटी में मैली हुयी थूक जैसी
रख कर भूली रोटी में बिखरी फफूं जैसी

घिस्से हुए बर्तन पे चढी गहरी कायी जैसी
डालडा के आखरी घोल से बनी दशेरे की मिठाई जैसी

उलटी में गिरे घड़ी किये रुमाल जैसी
पसीने में लिपटे, खास्ते हम्माल जैसी

छिले हुए पैरों के फोडों से बहते पस जैसी
नाली के पास बने बरफ के लडू पे छिडके खस जैसी

जली हुयी चमड़ी की उखड्ती परत जैसी
चने की दाल में गिरी इमारती पर चढी बरत जैसी

हलकी औरत के कपडों से महकते गजरों जैसी
बार बार बदन छुते बदसूरत हिजडों जैसी

सच्चाई है
इस पर भला मैं सुंदर सी नज्म कैसे लिखूं

"Sometimes I wonder... will God ever forgive us for what we've done to each other? Then I look around and I realize...God left this place a long time ago."
- Danny Archer from Blood Diamond.

Signal Fire by Snow Patrol

The perfect words never crossed my mind,
Cause there was nothin' in there but you.
I felt every ounce of me screaming out,
But the sound was trapped deep in me.
All I wanted just sped right past me,
While I was rooted fast to the earth,
I could be stuck here for a thousand years,
Without your arms to drag me out.

There you are standing right in front of me.
There you are standing right in front of me.
All this fear falls away to leave me naked,
Hold me close, cause I need you to guide me to safety.

No, I won't wait forever.
No, I won't wait forever.

In the confusion and the aftermath,
You are my signal fire.
The only resolution and the only joy,
Is the faint spark of forgiveness in your eyes.

There you are standing right in front of me.
There you are standing right in front of me.
All this fear falls away to leave me naked,
Hold me close, cause I need you to guide me to safety.

No, I won't wait forever.
No, I won't wait forever.
No, I won't wait forever.

Don't expect me to be your friend by Lobo

I stopped sending flowers to your apartment
You said you aren't home much anymore
I stopped dropping by without an appointment
Cause I'd hear laughter coming through your door.

Sometimes late at night you'll still call me
Just before you close your eyes to sleep
You make me vow to try and stop by sometime
Baby that's a promise I can't keep.

I love you too much to ever start liking you
So lets just let the story kinda end
I love you too much to ever start liking you
So don't expect me to be your friend.

I don't walk down through the village or other places
That we used to go to all the time
I'm trying to erase you from my memory
Cause thinking of you jumbles up my mind.

You always act so happy when I see you
You smile that way you take my hand and then
Introduce me to your latest lover
That's when I feel the walls start crashing in.

I am nothing
I am nothing
I stand for what I am
I stand for me
But don't you know, this me is nothing
I am nothing
I am nothing

Once there was a stone
Into the river, that was thrown
The pain of the ripples I couldn't see
So in threw even me
The world laughed
But the river said nothing
I am nothing
I am nothing

Into the dark of the night
I told her my plight
I told her, I need to feel
I need to touch her skin,
That is forever bleeding
Don't you know that - blood is the real thing?
She closed her eyes
Her lips said nothing
I am nothing
I am nothing

You may change
I may change
That clock that never changes, may also change
But the season won't change a thing
It shall forever keep changing
As if you are nothing
I am nothing

What is it you want? God asked
What is it you want? God asked
I thought of a lot of things
But I asked for nothing
I am nothing
I am nothing

लाशें

लाशें
सब लाशें हैं
जिंदा कोई नही
सब लाशें हैं

चलती हैं
बोलती हैं
हस्ती कभी
कभी फूंट फूंट के रोटी हैं
लाशें
सब लाशें हैं

गिरता है तोह कोई उठता नही
मरने पर मातम में भी कोई आता नही
जीते साथ हैं
मगर हैं कितने अकेले
लाशें
सब लाशें हैं

धड़कनें मशीन है
जस्बात मशीन है
इनकी सीरत भी इन्ही जैसी
बस शक्लें हसीन है
लाशें
सब लाशें हैं

इक पल का ख्वाब है
जो जाता नही
कितना भी बुलाओ
वोह कल आता नही
जिंदा रहने की होड़ में रोज़ मरते
लाशें
सब लाशें हैं

जिंदा कोई नही
सब लाशें हैं...

एक हज़ार कवितायेँ

एक हज़ार कवितायेँ मेरी
सभी तुम्हें बुलाती हैं
तुम नही आती हो
यह कितना शोर मचाती हैं
ऐतराज़ तुम्हें भला इन से क्या?
क्या यह तुम्हें अब भी मेरी याद दिलाती हैं?

एक बार

बहार आएगी फिर
तबियत से एक बार, खिड़की खोल कर तोह देखो

रास्ते हैं जाते मंजिल की ही तरफ़
घुमते मोड़ से निगाहें, हटाकर तोह देखो

खूबसूरती है तुम में किसी रौशनी सी
आइने में हल्का सा, मुस्कुरा कर तोह देखो

आज का यह शामियाना बंधा है सिर्फ़ तुम्हारे लिए
अंधेरे से निकल, रौशनी में आकर तोह देखो

एक तुम ही हो तुम्हारे जैसी
ख़ुद को भीड़ से, ज़रा हटाकर तोह देखो

खुदा भी चौक जाएगा, हक्का-बक्का रह जाएगा
अपनी बुलंद आवाज़, एक बार उठाकर तोह देखो

"I’ve always thought that a feeling which changes never existed in the first place."

बता
उठा भाला
तोड़ दे ताला
देखेंगे जो होगा
साला...
क्यूँ जकडा है
किसने तुझे पकड़ा है
बाहर निकल
बता...
भागने का जिगर है तोह
रुकने वाला कमज़ोर नही तोह
हो जा तैयार
बता...
Let them call you freaky
Be a little crazy
Live on the edge, dime and dirty
No one can take you
Shake you
Break you
Go ahead...be a star
बता...
आग है अन्दर क्या?
खामोश दफ़न अन्दर क्या?
उसे भड़का
थोड़ा और...
चल दिखा...
बता...
होश...भूल जा
जा जा... जा जा...

जा...
Be a star
बता...

टूटी तकदीर
बिखरती तस्वीर
कांच से जस्बात
और यह अमीर…

मैं ले आया फिर भी
मैं छीन लाया फिर भी
थोडी सी फिरनी और साथ
एक कटोरी खीर

फिक्रें हवा हुई
जब साथ तू हुई
मैं भूल गया सारे सच
और चल पड़ा बेहिचक

जैसे फटी जेब और एक फ़कीर

टूटी तकदीर
बिखरती तस्वीर
कांच से जस्बात
और यह अमीर…

All Mixed Up by Red House Painters

she shadows me in the mirror
she never leaves on the light
and some things that i've said to her
they just dont seem to bite

it's all mixed up

she tricks me into thinking
that i cant believe my eyes
that i wait for her forever
but she never does arrive

it's all mixed up

she said leave it all to me,everything will be allright
she said leave it all to me,everything will be all right

she's always out making pictures
she's always out making scenes,
she's always out the window
when it comes to making dreams

I am sad that I am sad
But I am happy that she is happy

In total disarray is everything
The rock hit about everything
I fell on the ground, holding a beam that was falling too
Why should I care about you?

Silence spoke in just two words
People got busy with what they meant
I told them, she’s talking about an old friend
And that she is sad, but she is happy too

कैफियत

शोर युहीं न परिंदों ने मचाया होगा
कोई जंगल की तरफ़ शेहेर से आया होगा

पेड़ के काटने वालों को ये मालूम तोह था
जिस्म जल जायेंगे जब सर पर ना साया होगा

बानिये जश्न बारा ने ये सोचा भी नही
किसने काटों को लहू अपना पिलाया होगा

अपने जंगल से जो घबराकर उडे थे प्यासे
हर सराब उनको समंदर नज़र आया होगा

बिजली के तार पर बैठा हुआ तनहा पंछी
सोचता है के वोह जंगल तोह पराया होगा

शोर युहीं न परिनों ने मचाया होगा
कोई जंगल की तरफ़ शेहेर से आया होगा

क्या मैं अब भी अटका हूँ
उन धागों में जो अब सिर्फ़ उलझाते हैं
उन घरों में जहाँ अब न कोई मेहमान आते हैं
उन वादिओं में जहाँ से हवा भी रुक्सत है
उन ख्वाबों में जो सोये पड़े हैं
उन बादलों में जो अब सूख चुके हैं
उन रोशनियों में जहाँ अँधेरा बसता है
उन यादों में जिन्हें भूलना अब मुमकिन सा लगता है...

उन जिंदगियों में जो आखरी सासें लेना नही चाहती
उन छतों पर जहाँ से बरसाती नही जाती
उन गली के खेलों में जहाँ हारना माफ़ है
उन लोरियों में जहाँ मेरे बचपन की नींद दफ़न है
उन नज्मों में जहाँ इत्तेफाक से सब कुछ अब भी है
लव्जों के असर में ही सही...जहाँ इंसान अब भी इंसान लगता है...

करो ना मैखाने बंद
सुबह अब भी रात जैसी है
दिखती उजली, मगर अब भी गहरी है

सितमगर सो रहे हैं
हमारे बहकने तक तैयार हो जायेंगे
फिर भीड़ में चले हम, आम हो जायेंगे

रोक दो इस तमाशे को अब
कुछ तो लिहाज करो खूबसूरती का
तो क्या हुआ के आज है
वो लिबाज किसी बूढी का

By Mary Frye (1932)

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

मुझे देखकर भी तड़पती नही
यह रूह कैसी

मैंने बनाई थी जो
वोह ज़िन्दगी ये नही

मैं तोह चाहता था एक छत,
भीगी रात की लोह हाथ में लिए
दे दी यह राख की कालीन क्यों मुझे

नाराज़ हो गया है समां भी
और तोह कोई दीखता नही
कमी शायद
मुझ ही में होगी कहीं

मैं कहता था ना
कुछ न होगा इस ज़माने से
क्या करेंगे ये
इनके मस्जिद का चंदा भी तो आता है
इसी मैखाने से

आसमा में उद्द रहा है
तू उच्चाई से डर रहा है
तू एक पंछी है
तू ख़ुद से डर रहा है

ये जहाँ तेरा
आज का ये समां तेरा
ख़ुद पर यकीन कर, एक सिर्फ़ तू नही
उलझन में है, फरिश्तों का भी डेरा

ज़िन्दगी ज़िन्दगी - गुलज़ार

ज़िन्दगी ज़िन्दगी,
क्या कमी रह गई,
आँख की कोर में,
आँख की कोर में,
क्यों नमी रह गयी

ज़िन्दगी ज़िन्दगी,
क्या कमी रह गई,
आँख की कोर में,
क्यों नमी रह गई,
तू कहाँ खो गई,
तू कहाँ खो गई,
कोई आया नही,
दोपहर हो गई,
कोई आया नही,
ज़िन्दगी ज़िन्दगी..

दिन आए दिन जाए,
सदियाँ भी गिन आए,
सदियाँ रे..
तन्हाई लिपटी है,
लिपटी है सासों की,
रसिया रे..

तेरे बिना बड़ी प्यासी है,
तेरे बिना है प्यासी रे,
नैनो की दो सखियाँ रे,
तनहा रे, में तनहा रे..

ज़िन्दगी ज़िन्दगी,
क्या कमी रह गई,
आँख की कोर में,
क्यों नमी रह गई..
ज़िन्दगी ज़िन्दगी..

सुबह का कोहरा है,
शाम की धूल है,
तन्हाई है,
रात भी ज़र्द है,
दर्द ही दर्द है,
रुसवाई है,
कैसे कटे साँसे उलझी है,
रातें बड़ी झुलसी झुलसी है,
नैना कोरी सदियाँ रे,
तनहा रे, मैं तनहा रे..

ज़िन्दगी ज़िन्दगी,
क्या कमी रह गई,
आँख की कोर में,
क्यों नमी रह गई
तू कहाँ खो गई,
कोई आया नही,
दोपहर हो गई,
कोई आया नही..

ज़िन्दगी ज़िन्दगी,
क्या कमी रह गई,
आँख की कोर में,
क्यों नमी रह गई..

दूर कहीं

गूम हो जाने दो मुझे
दूर कहीं...दूर कहीं...

इन सबसे दूर
मनो जैसे भटका गया हो भूल
दूर कहीं...दूर कहीं...

अब आरजू है यही
मैं और आसमा
न हो उम्मीदें और न हो ख्वाब कोई
मैं ही...मैं ही...

दूर कहीं...दूर कहीं...

Great beauty captures me, but a beauty still greater frees me even from itself.

रात यूं दिल में तेरी खोयी हु’ई याद आई
इजैसे वीराने में चुपके से बहार आ जाए
जैसे सहराओं में हौले से चले बाद-ऐ-नसीम
जैसे बीमार को बे-वजह करार आ जाए

Seasons of the heart

Can one man be blamed for all?

For the autumn, for the winter

And for fall

These Days

These days I mostly think

Am I such a bad person?

For all that she says and thinks

Could there be a valid reason?

Was I inconsiderate?

In all my dealings

Was it that I might have hurt?

More than just a few feelings

Answers meet a few questions

And I gasp for breath

Then behave upon seeing her

Like we have never met

And she calls to tell me

That it isn’t my fault

But then she writes again

To tell me, she was wrong

The Demise

There are no answers to the heart’s fatal demise

No showing up for the funeral too

The heart is dead

So are you

So go back to that grave world of yours

Go back and relax

To me he has been dead

Since long time back

And the recurring doubt that remains

Is why did he leave this note hangin-in

With a smiley drawn over it

All in black

Could it be that he was really sad?

Vision of you

You are late
But everyone is looking at you
You are not trying to impress
No, not at all
It’s not you.
That’s my vision of you

You are shy
But you smile
And then slowly dissolve in the crowd
Where you don’t gel
Well, well
It’s not you
That’s my vision of you

You shake the air out of your hair
And that’s probably enough to tell
The weather will change
Sometime soon
You won’t agree I know
It’s not you
That’s my vision of you

At the gates of Emerald

Another day another time
With a little music and lots of wine
We shall sit at the gates of emerald
And whine and whine.

Life could have been more than these rusty gates
Only if it had started before and ended a little late
We could have done much
Much more than those straight and simple ways

Now that the time has curled back to a U
Sitting here is the same old me and sitting there is the same old you
As a mere coincidence both finding solace in the cool breeze
That shall carry some day smells of forgotten time that we once blew…

the other side
always blue
jack just wish he flew
jack had no feathers but
he had his awesome thoughts
so he thought and thought
sometimes he wrote most times he forgot
and that day came when he could think no more
trapped in his window he could see no more think no more
and then he went inside
indoors he started to reside
after a few year he returned but without remembrance
he had to describe his childhood left some friends
the trees, the breeze and that surrounding flow
but he didn't recognise any of them he did not know
and all was lost to the moment jack gave up
thoughts that he couldn't obviously see had by now shaped up
it had become a picture of another universe
staring blankly at a girl that just lost her purse
she smiled wondrously at the landscaped picture
and ran to match with her pastel color
she drew it to the precise
to show daddy the world outside
and there was jack amazed at the little child
telling her the painting is the spitting image of god's mind

Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes. Or taking a ride on a cosmic train. Switch on summer from a slot machine. Yes, get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything. I know we've come a long way, We're changing day to day, But tell me, where do the children play? Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass. For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas. And you make them long, and you make them tough. But they just go on and on, and it seems that you can't get off. Oh, I know we've come a long way, We're changing day to day, But tell me, where do the children play? Well you've cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air. But will you keep on building higher 'til there's no more room up there? Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry? Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die? I know we've come a long way, We're changing day to day, But tell me, where do the children play? - Cat Stevens

Lost

In east Tehran or as far as Rome
Lonely heart will find this poem

Like a gentle breeze
That on a quaint evening finds a motionless tree

Like a reckless rain drop
That visits Bloomington, meets a parched summer crop

Like a man running fifteen minutes late
Only to wondrously turn up 5 minutes before the date

A lonely heart will find this poem like this
To spend a few seconds when he ceases to miss..

Poem for some other day

i dont like this poem too much
it gives away a bit too much
like who i am and who i wish to be
what is it some day that i wish to see
it hides nothing at all
like a life that has come to a total halt
exposing me in front of all the glare
and all i do is stand and stare
for i havent learnt yet
how to smile or react
it happens and keeps happening
a little water above the head and i begin grappling
all i hope is to fly in sky, open and flat
not sure why they say i need to learn to swim before that

Spontaniety

spontaniety
and that's only me
one self, too many
one that you shall never see
rest assured
cuz it's the one that i cant be
obscure wishes into the sun
like the paper exposed and burn
i let all of it into the summer
the only place the winter could find a cover
no one searces
no one reaches
i shout
but no one hears
and i lay alone drowned in fears
of passing by undiscovered
but guess its okay...

The River
No one asks the river.
Is she a taker or the giver?
Arrow darted. Or the quiver?
The just betrayed. Or the lover?
She flows on her own. To the destiny long and alone.
There is peace for her but it’s the sea. Who is rough, mean.
And does not know what love is..

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man

I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you

The difference in Iraq and Iran

But I know Jesus and I talk to God

And I remember this from when I was young

Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us

And the greatest is love

- Alan Jackson

Kerela!

In the lap of nature
Away from man and his wooden-plastic furniture

Amidst the rarest of rare things
I am winning back part of my forgotten upbringing

Trees everywhere screaming out my name
If you can call it that there goes, my one minute fame

Sky's down and ground is no where to be found
Paragliding into my mind, is the echo of my very sound

Right here is the life I wanted, I always thought
It is the creamy part of the otherwise sour milky spot –

It's Kerela facing the ocean, bluest of blue
Just so you don't forget, you can call it heaven too!

‘Life’
There is something about Life
That Socrates forgot to describe
And Plato missed it too
I wonder if they both ever knew
Life could be some place else
Somewhere split not, between time and tense
Breath of fresh air when you have given up
Or that stranger smile across the coffee cup
A bouquet of roses you got
And all those moments that you forgot
Birthday cake you waited for two years in one
That bleeding skin after an off balanced run
Words you could never spell
Emotions you almost always felt
For no rhyme or reason
Love gained and lost in just one season
A lifetime affair with a liar called Life
Loves you like a mistress, cheats you like a wife…

Tuesdays searching

I am confused
As battered as bruised
There is no hope that takes home
Only salt mixed well in foam
And what spares is that which can escape
Going easy on, of course by mistake
And dreams they do have an end
There’s much morning takes away, than it ever lend
I still manage a smile across that face of cry
Can’t hide much but at least I try
Realize there is nothing that can satisfy the taking
After giving it all they still come Tuesdays searching