Mindrilla

MINDRILLA

Human mind depicted as a destination in itself

Once there stood a place called “HUMAN”. Within this place lied a hazy-mazy destination of “MINDRILLA”. None of its residents could decipher the end of this labyrinth. It was formed of zillion twists and turns. Some turns were easy to decipher. One could crack them within seconds, whereas there were some turns that took people an eternity to even get a feel of what they were about and god-forbid if someone lost himself or herself in one of those turns, they literally had to find a way out of hell. Rugged paths mingled with pitch black darkness and topped with unnerving outer sounds, these dreaded paths, the unknown tracks were the ones that not even the most courageous traveler would dare to take.  The inhabitants, therefore, considered it better, not to start off on an unknown track.

Outside the walls of this maze, one could listen to a variety of buzzing sounds. Some presumed the sounds were sweet and soothing whereas others presumed that the sounds were jarring and scary. The sounds prevented the residents to even think of getting out, leave aside finding a way out. So, what prevented them to stay inside and in a way suffocate was the mere feel of this place. It made them calculate, decide, analyze and everything that would keep them out of danger but there was no thrill, no fun that would have made them happy.

 Happiness was something that the inhabitants had heard of but had no idea of what this thing actually was. So, it so happened that one day that one of the residents dared to explore the very end. So, He walked and walked past all the nooks and crannies and the passages that spanned miles.  Even if he reached a dead end, he took a turn hoping that it’ll take it to the ultimate end. The mere process of exploring the way out exhausted him and at one point in time, he was breathless. He immediately wanted to hold back, the very thought of getting out yet, at the back of his mind he was sure that reaching the end would be blissfully satisfying. At that penultimate end, he knew he would attain the freedom that he so desperately needed. Yes! Freedom, this was what he exactly yearned for, even he had to run out of breathing.

Parched Crow

A Ravenish Crow or a Crowish Raven stood gracefully on a twig, against a wall. The faster he quenches his 'parched' soul, the sooner and the farther, the grace will his flight attain. 

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"