Tuesday, February 12, 2013

महफ़िल


सजा रखी है मुखौटों की महफ़िल यहाँ
लगाऊँ वो जिसकी ज़रुरत पड़े जहाँ|
सामने तेरे कोई और लगाऊँ,
तू जो हटे तो दूजा उठाऊँ|
जैसी ज़रुरत पड़े वैसे खुद को छुपाऊँ,
पर शक्सियत अपनी कभी न दिखलाऊँ|
कभी न अपने दुःख दर्द मैं तुझे बतलाऊँ,
गलती से भी कभी तुझे इक झलक न दिखाऊँ||

महफ़िल


सजा रखी है मुखौटों की महफ़िल यहाँ
लगाऊँ वो जिसकी ज़रुरत पड़े जहाँ|
सामने तेरे कोई और लगाऊँ,
तू जो हटे तो दूजा उठाऊँ|
जैसी ज़रुरत पड़े वैसे खुद को छुपाऊँ,
पर शक्सियत अपनी कभी न दिखलाऊँ|
कभी न अपने दुःख दर्द मैं तुझे बतलाऊँ,
गलती से भी कभी तुझे इक झलक न दिखाऊँ||

Thursday, October 11, 2012

And I burn !


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This is an "imaginary" poem of a time , where the protagonist after having his spirit utterly and completely broken , decides to submit himself to the wonders of man's first creation . Read through as he burns , screams , experiences pleasure and then finally has his life snuffed out . 

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Away in a starship

The story of when you want to leave everything and go away to a place far off , where things won't be the same .


Thursday, September 6, 2012

मरीचिका


This is something which I wrote a little while back when I decided to try my hand at writing hindi poems . Give it a read , if you know a bit of hindi .

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

The owl in its tree !

Well , life in uncertain . The changes are sudden and may come at the most inopportune of  times . This is just a verse that tries to convey this message . I have tried incorporating a hint of dark humor to get my point across . Read it and tell me how it sounds .

Monday, August 20, 2012

Songs of a fractured psyche


The songs that the various parts of my broken psyche sing . Read on to find what they have to say .

Sunday, April 15, 2012

चीत्कार


जिँदगी थम सी गयी है ,
वकत की दमकती , गिरती हुई रेतेँ , रुक सी गयी है ।
बहता हुआ पानी , ठहर सा गया है ,
आगे बढने को आतुर दुनिया , रुक सी गयी है ।
इस ळहरी हुई दुनिया के सन्नाटे को चीरती हुई सुनाई पड्री एक चीत्कार ,
प्रलय के आह्रवान की , पुर्नजन्म की लालसा की चीत्कार ।

Friday, April 13, 2012

The Past


Ok , first of all for whoever reads this it's a fair warning that I am writing something, infact anything(apart from the drubby college reports) after a hiatus of 2 months . So , it is very much possible to make errors , write things in a different way as oppsoed to what I used to do . Forget to run spellcheck in some places(I hope the last one doesn't happens or I'll seriously have to go back to kindergarten to learn word ) . There you go then . You have been forewarned . :)And no matter what you feel about my creation . If you have gone through please use some of your precious time to leave some comments . I'll be honored . :)


Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Tick Tock Rumblings

Tick - tock, tick - tock;
Goes my dear dusty clock .
Its hands move steady ,
Even as I become heady
For the drops down my throat I pour
And i begin to envisage the closing of the door .

My head begins to rumble
There are so many thoughts I fumble .
Why is death feared so much ?
Is it so bad, so gruesome, is it such ?
Why is it they fear its touch ?
Can it worse than being caught in the clutch
Of the demon that resides inside you ?
Which grace with its ill presence only  a few .
Is its pain worse than that of a  heartbreak ?
That can cause you to unmake.
It makes you view the world with tinted glasses .
And you lost your faith in the masses .
So what is it about death that people fear so much  ?
Why is their a fuss as such ?

Isn't death a mere retreat ,
Where after the long walk of life you can rest your feet ?
And at last receive,
That much needed reprieve .

Tick - tock , tick - tock ;
Goes my dear dusty clock .
Its hands move steady ,
Even as I become heady
For the drops of repieve down my throat continue to go ,
And then with a thud closes the door .

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Spreading The Cheer :)

Ok , first of all I'd like to mention that it feels strange ,
something almost akin to learning a new skill as I pick up my pen
to write . It has been 10 days since I have been home and nothing
of note has happened . If I had a diary whose pages I was used to
filling then I can assure you that the entry for the last 10 days
would have all been the same and said ,"I lived my day . No
more."

When I think of it in a leisurely manner I realize that it is
strange , that even though I lived my day and no more for these
past 10 days still ; at the end of each and every day there wasq
a sense of fulfilment that overcame me , of a kind which I hadn't
really experienced in a while . Maybe this is what the season of
joy is meant to do to you . So even as I sit here on this
christmas eve writing this I feel happiness and a feeling of
contentmenrt spread through me , through my entire being and no
it is not because I have won an unexpected lottery(though I can't
argue that it wouldn't be nice if I did :) , or have gotten
unexpectd fame , or made inexplicable gain . It is just this
wonderful festival that is doing that is bringing all of these
good feelings to my heart . 

I am no christian , in fact I have no faith in the concept of God
or his kingdom of the High skies still I believe that it doesn't
hurt to spread a little cheer around. Does it ? So use this day
to spread cheer and happiness around you , amongst those less
fortunate , having not so considerate people as you all to look
after them . Wish you all a Merry Christmas . :)

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Friday, December 2, 2011

Keep out the wind


Shut the blinds ,
Before in comes the bad wind ,
With a voice that bemoans
Of all the bad omens
That are to come .
It hums :
Of all the evil
That the devil
On me has let loose .
And while He will snooze
The work will be done .
For all the hope will by then be gone ,
Warding off all the evil on my own ,
My heart will have turned to stone .
The loneliness will have me changed ,
Will have me deranged .
Will have me transformed ,
To a form so cold .
That it will make everyone wonder
If my body does hold
A single drop of warm blood .
That so easily does seem to flood
The insides of everyone else .

So shut the blinds ,
Before in comes the bad wind
To make me lose the inner peace
That comes to me in such tiny pieces .

He who doles it all


No matter how I look at it ,
I feel I am doomed
To never have my wishes fulfilled .
I wish my life shrouded in gloom could end in a boom ,
But how could that happen .
For that'll mean the fulfilment
Of a wish of mine .
Which is unacceptable to Him .
He who on strange whims ,
Keeps on hurting me ,
Keeps on doling out hardships to me .
As if they were the alms ,
And I were a beggar begging for them for free .

I scream , I screech , I shout .
I writhe in agony as my pain make me feel its clout ,
Never you doubt ,
That in my life can't creep in happiness .
For He who doles it all is a creep ,
And He takes pleasure in making me weep .
My hardships can never be over ,
For He likes to see me cower .
I beg Him to show a little mercy ,
To be a bit slower .
In doling out to me all the pain and misery
Which adds to my drudgery .

But to no avail ,
To al my wails he turns a deaf ear .
For He likes to see the pain through me sear .
He continues to burn me ,
The insides of my mind he continues to churn .
I am breaking into pieces ,
When I finally fall apart ,
Some stranger reading this come and pick up my parts ..

Fire puts out fire



Have you ever noticed how one fire puts out another , eating into the very core of its existence ; it forces the other fire out of existence , cutting off its connection from its source of sustenance . Well so is pain , one pain will always drive the other one out of your consciousness . So what will happen if to drive away one pain from your mind you indulge in another and get caught up in the vicious chain . How do you put an end to that chain?