Saturday, September 8, 2012

Dont know

It is not the race am not into
Neither is the pace my motion tweeted to.
Are those of  few close passers by passing through that thought.
Or is it the vaccum i left behind.

Dont know what it is though.

Joined in myself a short while back
Coined in things falling a little shorter to.
Pulling me out ahead, quite ahead in that direction life contracts bought.
And then days tell me days are left behind.

Dont know am right or it is so.




Delhi metro over crowded video has today got about 3100 views in last 2 years.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Another day

Not-thinking annoys me
Thought puzzles me more.
Confused i sleep on it
Sunlight faints me even more.

Shower-drop never allows me
Towel blindfolds me more.
Another day i m cleaned up here
Mirror lies to me even more.

Myself hardly speaks to me
Newspaper tells me more.
Busy enough to pretend to listen it
Ears over-act even more.

Their car swiftly wages me
5-persons' lift pushes up me more
While i quickly drag it off that collar bone
Old desk's wry smile rags me even more



Saturday, May 14, 2011

It's you Guddu :)

Hot loo feels not to so warm now-a-days
Started liking uncle-chips more than american-lays

Using regular face washes, Pimple? Away it stays
Multaani-mitti helps a lot, thanks to all pious clays


Dance & Cooking; Driving home wherever she stays
Blind to see this world, i get lost in her eye bays

Shopping, eating, bowling, credit card i hope she pays
Started trying to heap amounts to buy whatever she says


Sudden distance mapping between us for few a days
Would gain strength till the time we hear those hopeful Rays

Little line which i used to recite

Chal pada hu uss Raah pe,
Jiski Manzil mujhe maaloom nahi...

Main chaahta hu ki Manzil mujhe khud bulaaye,
Par Manzil ko mera pataa maaloom nahi...

Sunday, April 10, 2011

The Poet in me when i was in 10th Standard

Rait pe like naam hai jo sabhi,
Mitt jaaye, to chalooo

Failli hawaao mai hai jo namii
Gatt jaaye, to chalooo

Zubaan-e-khaamoshi samjhe na woh kabhi,
Lafzo mai shayad mai unse kuch kahoo

Koe madrassa yahi mil jaaye yahi kahi,
Seekh k kuch, fir unse kuch kahoo

Mit gaya andyaara, doobi thi zameen
banne sajan mere jabse jugnoo

Cchand ne arzi baijee hai abhi
Huzoor ab mai firse kab chamkoo


Saturday, June 12, 2010

Battle with My friend

She asked me if i have found her or not
Has any window opened anytime ever i knocked..
I backed up the fitment issues with my Frame
But she kept pushing me to utter her name..
Ran backwards, i was beating into the weed
Excuses i was making but she didn't let me succeed..
Last to save my skin, same question, i asked her back
Smart she is, mundane issues she piled onto a rack..
Accused me to have fallen into that deep gorge, of sure
I defended to be ignorant of such a disease & its cure..
Although of words, the unique battle, that it was, i didn't won
Neither did she loose, yet we enjoyed, pulling of legs, a tonne..
Anxious i was, thirsty i was & she let me feed
Those pages of her Bible, she made me read...
Confident & yet clear, general & yet choosy
Picked a robin-hood still seemed to me a Lucy...
One beat is common, now together they have beaten
Happy i felt, joyous she is, decision she has taken...
That was ok, encroached later, onto a disputed land
Advocating me & switching-on my so called scanning band...
Nervous & Speechless i was, Words i was googling
Story never narrated to even myself, i was recollecting...
Accepted to surrender, resigning i did but she agreed never
Requests i made but still couldn't cope her listening fever...
Attempts i made, rehearsals i did, mirrors i tried
My one-way traffic saga is damn difficult to serve fried...
Unlike her complete story, mine finished before its start
I chose, already booked parking slot, to drive-in my cart...
Next episode, required not to be guessed & is but clear
Cab i tried to catch, took all passengers but me dear...
Well finishing was not what seemed to be the obvious end
Faces help others by one-sided remembering, Its not a trend...
Hope above lines quenched her thirst, know my state of heart
I am still optimist, blind although, miles ahead from the re-start...