ये शब्द क्या कुछ नहीं कर जाते हैं।

ये शब्द क्या कुछ नहीं कर जाते हैं। 

कानों से सनसनाते हुए,

कहीं हवा में  निकल जातें हैं,

ये शब्द क्या कुछ नहीं कर जाते हैं। 

कानो से ज़हन तक और ज़हन से 

शरीर मैं उतर जाते हैं, 

ये शब्द क्या कुछ नहीं कर जाते हैं। 

एक जुबां से दूसरी जुबां तक़

चंद लम्हों का सफर तय कर जाते हैं ,

ये शब्द क्या कुछ नहीं कर जाते हैं। 

सोच की उपज और  फिर सोच से ही परे, 

कुछ अनोखा सा एहसास करा जाते हैं ,

ये शब्द क्या कुछ नहीं कर जाते हैं। 

खेलो तो खिलौना, दिल पर लो, 

तो आदमी को खिलौना बना जाते हैं, 

ये शब्द क्या कुछ नहीं कर जाते हैं। 

कुछ का इजाज़त से आगाज़ होता है, 

कुछ बिना इजाज़त के,नादानी से ही बिखर जाते हैं, 

ये शब्द क्या कुछ नहीं कर जाते हैं। 

खैर शब्दों को ठैराव उनको बाँधने जैसा है, 

प्यार से पुचकारो तो काबू मैं भी आ जाते हैं, 

ये प्यारे शब्द हैं जो न जाने क्या कुछ नहीं कर जाते हैं। 

शुक्र है उस फ़िक्र का

शुक्र है उस फ़िक्र का
जिस फ़िक्र का कोई ज़िक्र नहीं
इल्म है उस जिस्म का
जिस जिस्म मैं कोई इल्म नहीं

ना झुके ये नक्श !
ये नक्श का ही लक्ष्य है
अक्स वो जो  था नहीं
जो था किसीका अक्स है

काटते ये पल मुझे
मुझसे बगावत करते हैं
कहतें है क्यों झुकता नहीं तू?
मुझे काटने को तरसते हैं ये

जो मुझे ज़ंजीर से जकड़ ले
सर उसका ही है
जो जकड पाया नहीं
तो उसे चीरना भी मुझे है

बंद मुट्ठी की ज़ुबां
मुक्का बयाँ कर जाएगा
मुक्का जो खुल थप्पड़ बना तो
गाल  पर छप जाएगा

छाप देके गाल पर
वह खौफ भी  जाएगा
तू सिर्फ आगाज़ कर
तुझे.....तेरा काल नज़र ही आएगा

SOMETIMES THE WORDS ARE NOT MINE

SOMETIMES THE WORDS ARE NOT MINE

Sometimes the words are not mine

I just let them be and let them shine

I let them fly as high as they can

For I want them to take a decent charming flight

Unless they get stuck onto some grind

I ask them to back off for I fear they’ll lose the fight

Sometimes the words when the words are mine

They come by as they are as much as they shine

I try and keep them low just so they can sooth

But they scathe inadvertently, incorrigibly

I, then get stuck onto some apology

Sometimes I come clean, sometimes I fail horribly

For the least to speak,

Taking a stand and a stance on my words so meek

I free them as much I possibly can

I let them reach their destined object, human or inhuman

If they ask for a little too much

I’ll hold them tight if they get out of hand

“A THOUGHTLESS” THOUGHT

“What started off, as absolutely nothing is going to end with something, something that might sound boggling but whatever it is, it sounds absolutely wonderful.” – Anonymous me 😀😊   I’ve tried to keep it as short and simple as I possibly can.. Here we go :

        

Let that one fly,

Fly as high as it possibly can,

It came to my mind, kissed my heart and

Flew past my soul

A curry ‘so tasty’ to my tongue

And my mind felt it to be tasteless,

I greedily devoured upon it,

Unabashed and totally totally shameless.

I don’t even mind flaunting it out

I’ll confidently and as effortlessly let it sprout

Thinking about giving my thought a ‘form’,

I don’t want this “thoughtless form” to ruin “its formless form”.

I AM WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS, BUT A COUPLE OF THEM FALL

I am worth a thousand words but a couple of them fall

It isn’t that I don’t want to, it isn’t that I cannot,

yet I urge you, MY LIFE, to set a stage for me….

We all love to share, talk and open up, but isn’t it that we seek somebody who has the same mind frame as ours? We actually do. But that isn’t magic. It isn’t like you’ll just wish and poof! A person would suddenly appear to listen to your chattering …

Having said that, seeking somebody isn’t less than a magic, like us even our life need’s a push, our life needs a rub, our life needs a pat or to put it into another perspective, we need to ignite our lives.

and therefore…

I’ll Set fire to frost to bring what’s within

and break the shackles of ignominy that have or are strangling me

as a good old belief or saying or philosophy goes, we have to get out of cowardice and drop that “grime of shame” that we believe is ours. We literally need to melt that frost which stop’s us from being what we are and who we are.  This “grime of shame” keeps us far from others, let alone go and talk to somebody.

We honestly need clean this grime and once that’s done, people will love the real you and even if they don’t, you’ll be absolutely sure that you are for real, absolutely real.      

I am my own world...

Pouncing in pain and agony

towards the flames of loneliness I paved my way,

Where no one heard me shout, cry or even pray

Let 'em discard me 

for I ain't what they want me to be,

Its worthless "wearing my heart on my sleeves" for 'em

expecting love , 

they'll mercilessly and heartlessly leave you

ailing in glee

They'd imitate the innocence

I wore on my soul and smirked at me with hatred

For they thought it was superficial ,

They wished to see me naked

My world's not outside 

but within me it resides,

I wow to damn their might

and come what may I'm gonna rise

like roaring gigantic tides.

CONNECTING THE FALLEN PIECES THAT LIE BEYOND…..

Set your soul to a wandering spree

Let it be absolutely free,

For it needs to explore 

,

Explore what’s around and even , what’s beyond…

It happens to seek,

Seek what might not be found….

So! “The denial” to wander, to ponder is very evident,

Is the evidence of “this denial” is what’s beyond??

Beyond “that denial” there could be “evidences” and “apprehensions”

Let the soul not buy those,

Let the soul discard ‘em, for they are free and frivolous

Let it joyfully thrive on thrills even if they demand a price

‘coz when it pushes and breaks that uncanny consciousness

It’ll find that there’s a lot that goes beyond…..

POSITIVITY FROM THE PAST

Think big and positive,

be the murderer of murderous thoughts,

Combine your soul with enthusiasm,

bury sarcasm in lava gritted "volcanic slots".

Even when thorny thoughts fumble you down,

Only confidence can give
consider them as a good omen, heading you towards a crown.

"Jitters in spine" signify your perfection unsure,
 it is though an unsaid remedial cure.

So strive hard for your goal, don't let destiny defeat you,

work past your fears and get through.