Shoes

It’s the days when the air is too thick to breathe,
And the water denser than the dead sea,
I realise how far I have come,
My shoes don’t fit me anymore……

Touch…

I crave for the sensation,
The blood that oozes out of my December skin,
Dry, thick, viscous,
That covers up my pores,
For it carries deep within itself,
Affairs of our bodies and mind,
The days when nothing could separate us,
Long, moist, infinite nights of passion,
We carved a piece of ourselves,
On the annals of time,
Volcanic eruptions, the calm before the storm,
I crave for your body,
The oxytocin that flooded my mind,
And the heart that pumped blood,
Everywhere except my breath,
That fell short whenever we kissed,
For you breathed for me,
And I collected stars for you,
I crave and crave so much more,
The dripping sweet and sonorous,
Your touch,
My end and beginning…..

Amateur

He slowly kissed her lips,
As she dissolved in his arms,
For time slows down in moments like these,
An eternity lasts a lifetime,
And silences become music of the universe,
It was their first,
The first time their lips met,
Etching the moment in their memories forever,
Their First kiss,
Amateur and sweet…..

Secrets….

Some secrets of mine,
Washed with the rains,
Flooded the streets common,
And clogged the drains,
But yet I hold in some,
The deepest, faded even for me,
For you’ll see me different,
The blood on my hands,
The bruises on my Chin….

जाम….

मत पूछो ये हाल मेरा,
है थामा ऐसा जाम मैंने,
की सच बोल गया तो,
उतर जाएँगे ये चेहरे सुनहरे,
आज चुप हूँ तो शायद देख रहे हो तुम भी,
कल जो बोल पड़ा इस मेहफ़िल में तुम्हारी,
फिर कहाँ छुपाओगे वो दाग गहरे…..

Do not ask for how I am,
My glass holds a wine dear,
This mouth if calls a name true,
Shine will shy away from faces white,
You look at me for I am mum,
My lips if will spill the secrets in your gala spectacular,
Scars will follow till the memories testify….

Being

If words cannot,
Silences will guide me,
If eyes cannot,
Memories will guide me,
As my being dissolves into yours,
And we become whole,
You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours…..

Void

When silences speak for the void in between,
Sound loses its worth,
Presence, absence, today or tomorrow,
Incompetent they become…..

ख़ामोशी जब बयान करती है शून्य को कभी,
आवाज़ खो देती है अपना आयाम,
होना, ना होना, आज, कल,
अक्षम हो जाते हैं सब……

One Day…

One day it won’t be difficult,
Looking up the stars,
Or through the sea of people,
There will be calm,
Serenity and stability,
Heartache will subside,
The mind will see clearly,
One day you’ll see how beautiful it is,
To love and be loved again,
One day you’ll be healed,
One day…..

Galaxies Undefined….

She wished for the stars,
Each night as she slept,
He would bring her flowers each day,
And messages enclosed in small doves,
She wished for the stars,
And dreamt during the day,
He was just ordinary,
Ran on her call,
Focused on her sight,
But he was a star,
Ordinary couldn’t find,
And Of galaxies not defined……

गवारा नहीं….

क्या हुआ जो मुकम्मल ना हो सका वो इश्क़ मेरा,
पुरा था पर शायद ज़रूरी नहीं,
देख के चाँद रोज़ सजदा कर लेता हूँ,
क़ाबिल था पर शायद गवारा नहीं……

आसमान

दिखते हैं किसी को आसमान में परिंदे,
हसरतों से भरे,
उजाले से सजे,
होता है किसी का आसमान गहराइयों सा भी,
अनंत, शून्य, अनदेखा,
पर शायद होगा इन्ही आँखों का क़सूर,
समझ के जो ऐसी मुख़बरि की होगी,
तेरा, मेरा, है क्या सबका एक जैसा आसमान….?

शायर

बड़ी मुद्दतों के बाद निकला है आज,
छुपा बैठा था सीने में कहीं,
एक राज़ जो ज़ाहिर-ए-जहाँ है,
सुलग सुलग के इसने ना जाने कितनी हस्तियाँ निस्टेनाबूत की होंगी,
और एक मैं हूँ जो शायर बन बैठा……

गुमशुदा…..

बरसता तू नहीं…..

हूँ शायद मैं तुझसे लापता,
या तू ही है दूर मुझसे,
बरसता तू भी यहीं है,
भीगता मैं नहीं हूँ फ़िर भी…….

नशा

कुछ अलग नशा सा है आँखों में उसकी,

मैं दूर जाता तो हूँ पर भी नही,

कोशिश कई बार की थी,

शब्दों में उतारूँ सीरत उसकी,

रात हुई,

हुई भोर भी अभी,

पर शायद क़ायम है बेपनाह उसका,

नशा इस मुलाज़िम पर आज अभी…..

Underground

Far away

And as the city diminished,

Engine slowly revving,

Just the sound of wind through our ears,

And a song on our lips,

We remembered how it felt,

How everything should be felt,

Synchronous, easy, natural…..

Dear Miss yet to come…..

नियत

ना जाने ख़ुदा से क्या रंजिश हुयी,

किस वक़्त, क्या समा हुयी,

जिस ख़ुदा को पाक मान लड़ी थी हीर राँझे के लिए,

उसी खुदा से मेरी यह नियत आज ख़फ़ा हुयी…….

Muse

As she was slowly smothered by time,

Her memory, her laughs,

The imperfect perfections,

The ink in my pen had started to wither,

Betrayed by the mind,

Or by a drug of different kind,

My end is near,

The ink had run its spell,

My pen slipped into my ear,

Maybe she can save you,

The one who dares to be your muse O dear…..