Chubhti Kalam

Kagazon ki sukhi zameen per
Kuch bheege se bhikhre hue aksher,
Jab apni apni kadiyon ko jodte hai.
Jazbaton ke pannon se aapne aapko odte hai.

Kalam ki nok ek barchi si maalum hoti hai.
Jab chubte hue labz kagaz ko cheerte hai.
Siyahi ke rang se her dard geela hua hai.
khoon e jazbaaton ka rung neela hua hai.

Kuch hawa ki zaroorat hai,
Ke likhe ghaanv sookh jaaye.
Bus phir band ker ke pannon ko.
Almaari me rakh ker bhool jaaye.

One more round

A fight is not always won.
By a hardest hitting one.
It’s won by that exhausted unfit.
Who dares to take the hardest hit.

Where the fight is me against life.
So Bruised by no punch or knife.
Yet Do not choose to sit in bound.
I stare and invite for one more round.

The pain in the blows that I take.
Mocks my opponent’s will to break.
Though I stay low than my might,
Yet I know I won’t loose till I fight.

The rumbling blows on my jaws of will,
My shaken yet firm feet proves it’s skill.
Waving glove calls with gesture it found.
Relentless to fight just one more round.

Knock outs feeds the determination
To raise to fight again.
It’s the fear that’s fled out of me,
Makes me numb and immune to pain.

I Summon my last willing breath of sorrow.
And give in all like there’s no tomorrow.
Not with my fall ,this brawl is ending.
I shall and will be the last man standing.

You are here

There is a whisper in the air.
That relentlessly wants me to care.
Seeds the feeling of you being near.
Wants me to believe you are here.

Your pulse is felt through earthly tremors.
Strengthening the feeling of your presence
Assurance of you being near,
Is very firm that you are here.

My body again reacts the way it did.
Feels so strong for me to forbid.
Shimmers in veins are very clear.
Compels me to know you are here.

Warmth in the cold breeze,
Touches me like your touch.
You are walking the plains we walked,
I know it and I know it so much.

Hope the friction of the zone,
Sends you the feeling of our sparks.
Hope you are remembering me,
While you walk past the land marks.

Not remembering you is not easy
It’s so obvious ,it’s so crazy.
This will go on for days I fear.
Feeling and knowing that you are here.

Growing old with you

But without you

In the life’s ticking pendulum,
I grow older than my age.
Adorned with your memorable emblem,
Feel locked in the sunken cage.

With every days rising sun
And under every nights twinkling stars.
Illusions of you surround me,
But the delusions awaken the scars.

With the time stitched to your musings,
I grow older than old with you.
But without you
Sharing my silence behind the mums.
I grow old with you.
But without you.

Lame walk of my feet,
Looks for your footsteps beside its.
Trembling on the path unknown,
Blisters on the feet are grown.

Conversing to your shape formed in air.
I walk with you.
But without you.
Extended In my uncut aged hair.
I grow old with you.
But without you.

I am with you

when I am alone,
I am not alone
I am with you

When I am drowned
in the thoughts of my own,
Those thoughts are still not my own.
They are yours, they come to me
When I am alone,
So I am not alone,
Cuz I am with you.

In the crowd I walk,
in the ocean of chaos I walk
No company can sustain
my cerebral presence,
Nor any holiness can retain
my spiritual essence.

I miss my loneliness
as much I miss you.
Your musings helps maintain the presence of you,
In the nucleus of the mob
I drift alone,
But I am not alone
I am with you

With your mirage I quench my thirst,
While your absence still fuel my burns.
Yet I cherish my abandonment,
Like a gift I unwrap every day,
when I am alone.
I call it a gift because , yet,
I am not alone.
I am with you

Just like you and me

Yeh meri khwahish toh nahi,
Per phir bhi sunlo Zara.
Shayad koi tumhe miljaaye
Jise tum pyar karo meri tarah.
Mudad us pyar ki yun khatm ho jaaye.
Aur woh tumhe chorde tumhaari tarah.

Us pal ka intezaar toh nahi
Per phir bhi sunlo Zara.
Kahin tum usko apna ,
Ghuroor dedo meri tarah.
Aur woh her ghadi us Ghuroor
ko chaank kare tumhaari tarah.

Dil se dua toh bahut ki
Ab badua bhi sunlo zara
Kisi ke paigaam ke intezaar me
Tum bhi raat bher jaago meri tarah.
Aur woh beparwah rahe Tumhaari beqaraari se tumhaari tarah.

Darwaza toh kahin koi khatka nahi
Magar mere dil ki dastak sunlo Zara.
Kisi shaks ko gale lagaao toh
Tum bhi kaampo meri tarah.
Phir bhi tumhe woh sukoon,
Na de paaye tumhaari tarah.

Khuda na kare kisi mukaam per.
Tumhaare saath bhi yeh ho jaaye
Tum usko Milne ko tarso
Aur milo toh furkat ka khauf sataaye.

Tum usse milo meri tarah.
Aur woh tumse mile tumhaari tarah.

The call

An untamed propelling force ,
Drives me to dial those 10 digits.
The ring goes, filled with remorse,
Makes my hands glitch and fidget.

Between the ringing and receive,
The time is spent with panting breath.
just when the sound of HELLO breaks.
Skips off a beat,takes me close to death.

My sound wavers in reply.
Seeking paths to comply .
While the hearing senses,
cherish the voice that I miss.
Not knowing how to reply to,
“Who is this?”

Humility spills in the sound of”it’s me”.
Never expecting to be recognised in thee. before any other word could be uttered.
“Stop calling me” the voice muttered.

Just before thy could exchange
the words in few.
The piercing words asked thee.
“What’s wrong with you?”

The pumping machine synced again.
It’s every beat unleashed a twitching pain.
Just a few words of respect,
could set the tone.
That’s all is being seeked,
Trying to grab the respect that’s gone.

All the words of honour to me,
by the world fails to please.
Seeking from only one source,
Would certainly take me to peace.

Just one converse of respect,
and the residing pain would ease.

Be aavaz guftagu

Aaj phir baitha hun mez per
Kuch dabi si justajoo hai.
Tanha Hun phir bhi kaano me
Ek be aavaaz guftagoo hai. Is shor ke dermian bhi
Sunai de rahe hai sawaal aapke.
Jhuki aankhen de rahi hai
Un sawaalon ke jawaab aapke.In palkhon ke ssayon me
Alfaaz chupaaye rakhta Hun.
Koi sun na le aapke jawaab
Is khauf se ser jhukaaye rakhta Hun. Kuch poochti hui si sanson ki mehek
Dheeme se ehsaason ko chu jaati hai.
Ek pal gudguda ti kaanon ko
Toh doosre pal seene me chubh jaati hai. Jawaabon se bojhal yeh palkhen
Alfazon se bher aate hai.
Sawaal poochti hai sanse
Aur ansoo jawaab de jaate hai. Bade be aabroo hoker aaj
Lafz pighal ker beh gaye hai.
Ab kuch bhi na pooncho hum se
Ke saare jawaab soonkh gaye hai.

Will you mourn for me?

If my end arrives before the end
If the time runs out ,before I fix the dent
When my existence no more exists.
When the death calls and I can’t resist.

If my breath stops chanting your name.
If I abruptly exit this life’s game
If the feelings stops to feel in me,
that I have nurtured and grown in me

Will you mourn for me?
If I perish and become the earth itself
Will you mourn for me?

If I slumber into a peaceful sleep for ever.
lye motionless ,under the earthly cover.
My atoms raise to join the air.
And drifts in your direction with my flare.

If the message in the drift indicates you,
I am no more as I use to be there.
Will it ever touch you ?
Will you even care?

All the opportunities that I could grab,
and that were born for me.
Are nothing but pages I wrote,
But now are crumpled and torn for me.

Will you mourn for me?
If I gasp your name for the last time.
Will you mourn for me?

The vows

"I could get married to you" she said.
Under the dim tone of the room
And with the glitter in her eyes she said.
"With a list of my vows to you,
and yours to me" she said.
With the Verity in her voice she said.

The enchanting words yet repel
Like the sound waves into my ears.
Echoing in the stillness of my nights,
Inflicting the glands of my tears.

With the vows still remain to be taken.
She left me shattered and shaken.
With every nights of crescent moons,
Living like a promise kept to you.

Heart continues to beat in commitment.
Nothing has quit changed.
My vows are to you,
But never expect to exchange.

So I vow to love you fiercely
and immensely .
As i alway did previously
and intensely.

I vow to always have you by my side,
In your absence.
And never demand for your presence.
As your presence is a myth.
A fairy tale which I once lived.
And I still do.

I vow to have the patience
That my love for you demands.
To speak when words are needed,
And to share the silence when they are not.

I vow to let you sleep in peace.
And not sleep at all,
Just wait till you come to me
with all the ease.
To love you in all the forms.
In your absence and your musings.
In all the lucid appearance that you form.

I vow to live in the mould of your desire.
To keep burning, to live up to the fire.
To keep thriving towards being
the way you admire.

My vows do not expect any vows in return.
They do not bind or constrain.
I imagine these vows to my self.
As i imagine you with our selves.