मजबूर हूं तेरी इबादत से ए मालिक,
वरना तो जिस्‍म यह मिट्टी ही है…….

I am chained to your worship,

This body is nothing but sand…..



कुछ फुर्सत से बनाई होगी यह निगाह मेरी तूने,
देखता भी मैं तुझे हूँ,
दिखता भी तू नहीं है,
फिर भी जब कहीं सजदा कर लेता हूँ किसी मज़ार पर तेरी,
हवाएं चुपके से केह जाती हैं इन कानो में मेरे,
अल्ला हू अल्ला हू अल्ला हू….


ख्वाहिशों का बंद डिब्बा लिए,
रोज़ निकलता हूँ अपने घर से,
कोशिशें होती हैं की,
कोई आज़ाद हो सके ख्वाहिश मेरी,
सिक्कों की खनक मैं कोई मुस्कान सी आ जाती है,
आज खुलेगा डिब्बा मेरा,
फुर करके उड़ जाएगी आज कोई ख्वाहिश मेरी… 

Lord O Lord… 

O Lord O Lord, 
Give me the strength to stand, 
When I fall, 
Bruised with wounds of my deeds, 
I lose faith, 

Want to close my eyes, 
The injustice in front of me, 
Dumb I become, 
Blinded by my ego, 
I see no one, 
Make me fall, 
So I see I am a speck, 
No identity, 
Nothing special, 

Give me pain, 
So I feel, 
This body is temporary, 

Don’t be a support to me, 
Let me make my own stand, 
Let me improvise, 
A boil there, 
A spoil there, 
A tattered shirt, 
A worn out shoe, 
The scent of blood and sweat, 
The nectar of success,
When I win, 
Don’t let it stay for long, 
Bring a new challenge, 
Something to learn again from, 
Change the rules of the game, 
Maybe fair, may sometimes be unfair, 
But let the Sun shine, 
Let the darkness stay not for long, 

Send me hope, 
Maybe family, maybe friends, 
Or maybe someone not known, 
I am a vessel of hopes and despair, 
Prick me with holes, 
Of sizes unknown, 
Let me leak, 
Let me bleach, 
Till the colors become my own, 

The winds by my side, 
Days when the winds may take a rest, 
Send me a letter, 
Sincerely yours, 

The dreams I see, 
The goals I set, 
Give me the courage, 
So they can live, 

Lord O Lord, 
Be with me, 
But stay away, 
Let me see, 
The God in me….. 

Shahz had asked me to do a quote challenge, I couldn’t write a quote but this is a poem I had an idea about for sometime now. Please do check her. She is amazing with words… 

To exist or not to….

There are days when our existence becomes a question. Everything attached with every one of us becomes an illusion. These are the days we realise existing and existence are two totally different things. You exist till your heart beats. Existence is for eternity…..

Too many good people are leaving us…. 

This one for everyone whom you miss, who has been an inspiration, a guide, an idol and whatever you want them to be….