Letters

I write letters,
For the smell of ink,
And the touch of parchment,
Withers away a part of my soul,
Brings it warmth sometimes,
The autumn becomes my guard,

I write letters,
For the words carry,
The news of the distant,
And speaks of emotions,
I like to preserve them in my box,
The one I got the day it rained,

I write letters
For I don’t believe,
The words that spill out of mouths,
That change in a second,
Or were they ever true,
They have an impeccable memory,

I write letters,
Of love to the ones I crave,
That took my heart,
And put them back in my chest,
Sunlight sometimes shines on them,
Termites never feast on them,

I write letters,
My body aches for those,
Darkness engulfs it,
And belches them on my bed,
I ain’t proud,
My stomach growls with disgust,

I write letters,
My past and my tomorrow,
Change is inevitable,
Change is necessary,
But the mould, it stays still,
The roots rarely melt,

I seldom write letters,
To myself,
Glory eventually touches their feet,
Those who shine at night,
The day is yet to come,
Some letters still on their way,

And I sometimes read the letters,
Carved in my blood,
Those bring me happiness,
And fly me to the Moon,
I keep them on my desk,
To read them aloud,
Whenever thunder rattles my windows,
And shakes up my house,
They give me power,
Letters of faith and hope,
The love I got,
And the love yet to come,
And I wait,
For I believe,
A letter will reach its spot……

Him and Her….

As his hands mapped the curves on her body,
Untouched, unkissed, unexplored by any being before,
She skirmished with her sensuousness,
The righteousness that had prevailed with her,
Just before this moment,
He slowly tried to moisten her fields,
Rain had barely touched her,
Barren, unkept, unused,
Water eroded her,
Brought floods, upheaval, destroyed her everytime,
She had closed her eyes,
Never before something had touched her,
Without an intention to unravel her,
Only to leave her in pieces thousands and more,
But his touch seemed different,
Or maybe the moment felt a little translucent,
She wanted to be touched,
Not because she needed it,
For long she had lived in a dilemma,
Her needs had been since buried six feet deep,
Her heart wanted it,
So did her mind,
The body allowed him to continue tethering her to himself,
The distance crept between them,
Until an atoms thickness,
Till the union of time and space,
Him too had started to lose his consciousness,
She was too powerful for him,
But he knew he could drive his sails through her storms,
Her needs had started to become his,
Her storms his,
In a way the Sun meets the Earth,
The Horizon turns red,
The stars twinkle,
And the Moon witness of them,
A fusion of two celestials,
An affair of the ages,
A story to be told a million times,
And maybe more,
Her and him,
Him and her,
The story of the day,
Her geography became his art,
Her body his biggest canvas…….

The Ocean….

As the ocean covers my face,
The currents carrying me to places,
Deep, cold, strange,
I try to gasp for air,
Its a privilege to breathe,
The air touches my nose,
And runs away like a scared flock of birds,
Apprehensive of what might come,
My legs have already numbed,
The hands struggling for a piece of land,
Oh, that would be the heavens,
My mind plays games with me,
I see the Sun and I see my life,
The old, past, present,
The experienced, the lost and the forgotten,
The salt in the ocean assimilated in my blood,
Makes me sink,
The trenches call my name,
So do the sailors long resting on the sand,
Their ships their holy grail,
Dilapidated, deteriorating, home to fishes,
The bottom of the ocean seems nearer and nearer,
I am flying, sinking, falling,
Senses have decepted me once again,
And as I close my eyes to let the water fill up my lungs,
A distant symphony tickles my ears,
A Siren, a mermaid maybe something magical,
I am lifted up through the blue waters,
Onto something hard,
Something real, phosphorus,
The body tries to eject the water it had taken in,
It coughs hard, belches the salt out from its system,
The brain tries to regain its consciousness,
I look around,
The deserted island doesn’t seem to have any life,
Except me,
The Siren had gone,
Leaving me to myself,
The island and the little shrubs that it could handle,
The Siren had gone,
And I was left to live,
The numbered days I had left,
The Sun maybe an enemy now……..

Can I Wish..?

I wish you could speak some more,
The movement of your lips,
The rotations of the Earth,
The words fall from your lustrous lips,
Onto these ordinary ears,
Drops of water on the leaves,

I wish you could laugh some more,
The play that unravels,
Cosmic and divine,
My heart stops to beat,
The morning Azaan of the distant priest,

I wish you could sing some more,
The rain water gushes through the meadows,
Rumbling the slumbering stones,
Salvation is what fills them,
Takes them to the oceans,

I wish you could kiss some more,
The moist of the morning,
Refreshing and necessary,
The dreams of the night,
The freedom of tomorrow,

I wish I could wish some more,
These words are an insult,
To the picture of you,
This mind has it all captured,
Infinite and in my wrist,

I wish to stop,
This landslide of emotions,
Gravity has helped its flow,
Incompetent I become,
But you already know it all…….

इश्क़

इश्क़ है किसी का दरिया,
बहता ही चला है,
है किसी का आशियाँ भी,
घर में रहता है,
किसी को खुदा दिखता भी उसी में है,
और किसी को ये जहाँ भी,
जुदा करके मिलाता भी है,
ना दिखा जो दिखा है,
ना जान के भी जो गवाह है,
है तुझमें भी,
मुझमें भी छुपा है कहीं,
दिखता मुझे भी किसी में है,
शायद तुझे भी किसी में,
है हाथ थाम लेता,
कभी झटक के छोढ़ जाता भी है,
पर इश्क़ नहीं जाता साया छोढ़ के किसी का,
वक्त वक्त की बात है साहब,
आज तू इश्क़ से है,
कल इश्क़ होगा तुझसे ही…..

A Queen demands a King…

A King devoid of a Queen may last upto so long,
The Queen builds the foundation of their empire,
Together they forge their Castle in colors of the sky,
The King needs a Queen for days uncanny,
The Queen when she has to be bathed in glory,
Only a King can steer a Queen,
Or sometimes not,
Only a Queen can deliver,
The promises made under the moonlit sky,
But they complete each other,
With nutrition and little rays of hope,
They build each other,
The empire is nothing,
Without a King or a Queen…..

The Man…..

The winds were calm that day,
The sun still in its cradle,
Jogging along the usual path,
Music blasting in his ears,
He stopped for tea,
Who are you running from,
A voice had asked from behind him,
Someone too wise for his years,
Smiled at him,
The freckles on his face had their own stories,
A cigarette in one hand,
A cup of tea in other,
Sorry, I didn’t get you,
He answered,
The man smiled again,
Finished his tea,
Rubbed the cigarette on the floor,
One day you’ll have to stop running,
Run away,
Run to it,
Or let it stay,
The man got up,
Winked at him,
And jogged away……

The Cigarette….

He walked down the path,
Engrossed in his phone,
The one that rarely chimed,
Stopped at the corner,
To click a photo,
Sat there,
The little steps coming out of a closed shop,
Took out a cigarette to smoke away,
His insecurities, the pain, the sufferings,
Some responsibilities too,
Some memories too,
Puff by puff the cigarette lost its form,
The man slowly losing consciousness,
Took out his phone again,
Dialled a number,
Stopped even before it rang,
The man puffed the last of the cigarette,
Rubbed it against the hard floor,
Looked at the dustbin in front of him,
And with the aim of a professional basketballer,
Threw it inside,
And watched it slowly mix with the garbage already there,
He dialled the number back again,
This time letting it ring,
Who’s this?
Asked an unfamiliar voice,
Sorry, wrong number,
He had said…..

Rains

The rain was always dear to him,
The little drops falling from the skies,
Always made him wonder,
How the water changed its forms,
Once it is solid,
The other fluid,
How the earth would rejoice,
Meeting the drops,
The distance turned to a sensation,
It would light up,
Donned in the musk of its glory,
The rain brought him the news of the stars,
The rainbows that split light,
Into colors she didn’t know she had,
And would calm the winds,
Rustle up the slumbering trees,
The weeds too,
Sometimes would dwell inside him,
Would turn the color of his blood,
Golden and dark,
Flow through his eyes,
Onto his guitar,
Onto the canvas,
Neglected for a time so long,
Rain was special to him,
Rain was his sails,
The ships he never sent away……

कभी आना….

कभी रोशनी बन कर आना तुम,

अंधेरे तो ज़िन्दगी ने बहुत दिए,

आसमान बन कर आना तुम,

दिलासे तो ज़िन्दगी ने बहुत दिए…….

अल्ला….

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….

ख्वाहिश…. 


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