"She Cut Her Heart"

That night she cut her heart
and the blood draped
her words on the crumpled paper.


She felt at ease,
and went to sew her heart.


"O Dear! you are precious", whispered the crumpled paper.
Her sullen eyes bathe in despair,
as she waited for years to hear these words.


"Be my lover!", she could hear the echoes.
And in that moment, when she lifted the paper
to feel her words- it purified
the crumpled paper.


Thus, the holy paper
became her secret keeper.


Because...


That night she cut her heart.

"Faces"

Chiseled my gravel dark and bright,
with faces holding me so tight,
Shun all ordeals or let me fight.

Isn't it clear?
Don't you see I have that natural flair,
Beat me, throw me:
I won't stop, It's clear.

Faces, Faces everywhere,
None so real, none so true.
Why are those faces holding me tight?
Shun all ordeals or let me fight.

Where have I come?
"She is novice", says some.
Look here, I am basking in sunshine.
Come not near me: I am fine.

Chiseled my heart upright,
Words- Bitter than fever,
Finding hard to swallow; Bestowed with more on a platter.
Tears- As sweet as honey,
I held them to not let fall.

See those faces,
holding me tight,
None so real, none so true.

Faces, Faces everywhere...

"कलम से "

उसके चले जाने से वक्त जरूर बेवफा हुआ,
पर दुआ तो आज भी वफाई की डोर पकडे हुए है ! (1)

आज सब कुछ खोकर भी
खुद को अमीर मानते हैं,
अगर अमीरी के बाज़ार में मिलती है बेवफाई,
तो अमीर होकर भी खुद को गरीब मानते हैं ! (2)

कैसे करें यकीन दिल का,
यह तो फिर यादो के समुन्दर में डूब गया ! (3)

ज़िन्दगी भी कैसे अजीब खेल खेलती है,
उसी को पाने की उम्मीद रखती है जिसे कायनात ने ठुकरा दिया ! (4)

सच की तालाश में निकले थे,
पर झूठ की अँधेरी गलियों में खो गए,
सच तो कोशिश कर रहा था रौशनी पाने की,
पर झूठ के कारखानों में बेरहमी से मारा गया ! (5)

हाथो की लकीरें तो पहले भी अपना वजूद ढून्ढ रही थी,
गुलाब से नहाकर अब कांटो से सजी हैं ! (6)

दिल तो पहले भी गुलाम बन बैठा था,
आज जब आज़ाद होना चाहता है
तो उसकी आवाज़ ने दिल में घर बना लिया ! (7)

वोह जो लिख दिया था नाम वक्त पे,
आज वही पानी की तरह बह गया कहीं दूर ! (8)

उसकी कलम मेरे दिल से यूँ जाकर टकराई,
लगता है जैसे फिर कोई कहानी शुरू होने को है ! (9)

कभी की नहीं दोस्ती रात से,
आज पूछ बैठे हाल चाँद का,
कभी अँधेरे ने की थी अलविदा,
आज पहली बार अपना सा लगा ! (10)

लिखे थे कुछ खत उनको वफाई के,
क्या पता था लौटा देंगे वो बेवफाई से,
यूँ तो वादे हज़ार कर बैठे थे वो साथ चलने के,
पर दिल को कुरेद बैठे थे राख की तरह,
आंसू तो गिरे ही थे अपनी पहचान पाने के लिए,
पर जल से गए थे मोहोब्बत की आग मिटने के लिए ! (11)

एक शाम थी ऐसी,
जो दिल में घर कर गई,
जाते जाते दुआ में सलाम दे गई ! (12)

"Life- A Roller Coaster"

Those days when sun burned, I adored crimson red.
It reminded me of the time when heart was free and mind was no longer bounded
in the shackles of untold misery; Good night’s sleep, peaceful surroundings, and mother’s lap.
What else can toddler expect?

It was 2+2=4 (simple equation); Nobody demanded proof of existence.
Mind didn’t search for an alternative- It was good to cry out loud and bury the pain at once.
To fight over little things and feeling dejected when life threw back- It was an open live show.

Now, when the equation has turned complex,
heart is bound in the shackles of untold misery.
It’s been ages since I guffawed- Somewhere between keeping up with the world and making up for lost things, shit happened- Life.
It’s been ages since I cried out loud to express my feelings- Somewhere between burning on an edge to burning from inside, shit happened- Life.

I used to hate being a loner; I had friends to play with.
Now, loneliness is my only friend- Time burns and so does the goodness.
It’s been ages since someone asked about me- Somewhere between stepping stones and building bridges, shit happened- Life.
It’s been ages since I revealed my true emotions- Somewhere between learning life hacks to getting pragmatic, shit happened- Life.

I crave for the time when I was toddler,
it’s long gone yet the vague hope makes me smile.
Somewhere between spending money to earning money, I realised one thing- All that glitters is not gold.
And somewhere between being innocent to being mature, shit happened- Life.

"Lover's Letter"

It was a crimson morning- The look you gave when our eyes first met.
My pale cheeks turned red- The moment you came close and held my hand.
It was summer, yet it rained- The moment you whispered- I Love You in my ears.
Time burned and so does the sun but I was burning on the edge of something beautiful- Your love.

The sweet promises while watching an early sunrise- I will never let you go.
The tender pecks while walking on a beach- I will grow old with you.
The gentle kiss while dancing in the rain- Marry me!

It’s October (fall) yet my love is still growing strong.
Nights without you are meaningless- Shining dew drops are closer than bright sun.
Oh! My love, why can’t we float in the steamy froth together?
Let me taste the caffeine (kiss of your love) once again- I am addicted.

In the night under starry skies,
Let me hold u tight- I love you like there is no tomorrow.

"Déjà vu"

On the cliff, I stand again,
waiting for the light to come.

I know I am being selfish,
trying to pacify my bruised heart.
My life is taking steep turns;
soul is being torn apart by the tremors of guilt.

If I could get another chance,
to repair what is already been damaged.
I promise, I would fight like a warrior,
and bring home the souvenir of audacity.

I remember those dark days,        
when I was struggling for light to come.
My lost soul trying to find its direction,
and I was bestowed with those scars of failure.

I won’t give up now,
I can feel the pain,
and I can sense the unpredictable.
Oh! I wish this could seize,
to give rest to my tormented soul.

Once again, my life is dismantled.
I can feel the pain, those dark days are back.
It’s nothing but Déjà vu.

Oh! I wish this could be an end,
but here I am, standing so strong.
It’s time to put up a brave strife, once again.

Now, I long for peace,
to strengthen my feeble heart.
I wish, I could erase this Déjà vu
but it goes on, allowing me to recreate history
once again.