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

Hold The Destiny Like A Glass Of Wine

We cast a spell and wish our lives to be ours.. not knowing the fact that we are being played upon.

Pale and bright, dark and light, our lives however colourful, emit slight patches of monotone..

Ponder on the glass of wine, sip it slightly and swirl it nicely..

A Smoker's Soul Speaks

Smokin a puff, it was all hunky dory until I got light headed.

Slowly and steadily I aced this ecstatic stuff and lost the sight and smell of several ecstacies.

THIS IS HOW I FEEL NOW....

Half-Beauty

The tip of my pencil stopped halfway,

for it admired the partial you,

It shined as if it smiled,

brimming with joy it said " I'm so glad that I sketched you"

“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”.

Unearthed Tale - 2

It all starts with just a normal sit down. A gush of thoughts make him burst out so much so that all the energy that is left in him has gone and all he can do is lean back against a wall, take a sigh… but as his mind relaxes and as he relaxes, there is a whole lot of things that he travels through. On and off, he is woken up, taken to the real world, by whom? He doesn’t know. Time and again, he relaxes, goes back into a sigh of relief and then again he starts of on a new travel, he doesn’t know where he is or whom he is with.

Is he a puppet in the hands of some entities, is he a puppet in the hands of objects he is with. There is a time when he completely transcends the difference between his own real life, his own real self and the virtual life he has been travelling. Sometimes the puppeteer/commanding voices are from the outside and sometimes they arise from deep within him.

He narrates his ongoing experience to people around, mainly to the people he know. It is indeed complex, in worldly terms, it is insane, foolish, unrealistic, etc, etc, blah blah blah.. They shoo him away, even if not on the face. All this makes him more insane. Is this a battle that he’s supposed to fight alone or is he a lone character in a not so goody-fairy-dreamy tale?? Whatever it is, it’s an experience that he will have to feel both from his heart and mind…