मुझे पाने की चाहत में हो ?
ब.......हुत बड़े भ्रम में हो!-
On a lone walk
on a long walk
on a thirst
on a burst
inside a fire
burning desire,
On a page
out of cage
on a nerve
onto serve
on a path
lonely forth,
On a quest
on a fest
through the rock
on to shock
on a talk
a boring hawk
on a fly
on to sky
On a walk
a lone walk,
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From 'mazaak nhi banna chahta' to
'mazzak ban ke rah gya', I screwed up my life.-
Pain stricken, reincarnated a new
Still a tinge of you trickled then too
That was you, my comet Halley
Not the moon, sun or star
Never were you my universe
dusty rocked glow, left alone although
regenerates every me, bliss were you
For Once in life, reality were you
You had to go, happened so
You inspire, build desire dwindle despair
lasted a moment but lasted forever
That was you, my comet Halley.
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Yaa, started to like myself,my being,
in almost 19 years.
took long years though,
Started to realise the ‘kick’ of solitary,
now a happy soul within million such,
Intention now not to touch sky,
Just to fly, alone,alive, unaltered,
No more ‘break the beard' just,
No more ‘bullshits' but ‘being’,
No more ’ornaments’ of latter's,
former what matters,the ‘premier',
the protagonist what matters,
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मेरे हस्र के ख्याली की लड़ाई न कर
नहीं सहा जाएगा सितम संग मोहब्बत
हम विरानो में ही महफूज थे
दिल में भरी आशिक़ी क्या
जिंदगी ही डूबा गई।
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तेरा इंतज़ार अनंतकाल तक होगा
रहे न रहे ये जिस्म मेरा
इबादत तेरे इश्क़ का हर संसार में होगा
ये अश्क निशानी हैं तेरी
क़यामत तक साथ रखूंगा इन्हें।
–Massum
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Solitude no more intimidate me
Stupid kid to innocent child to idiot teenager to shameless man as people suggest no more I hate these words.I am accustomed of being referred to such least favoured words.
Adoration, sympathy, hospitality doesn't exist in terms and conditions of my life. Heart turned stone, mind the hopscotch and silence the only language in dire depth of darkness enrooted in every pores of this rugged body. Nothing excites as it does to every being instead creates a hollow dearth of pessimism with every tickling second.
I'm not at halt but unaware of direction of path. Exploration and expedition brought emptiness in life and refrain me with every bit of happiness. But now love what I have today.Pesssimism has no expectations of being optimist. Soul is at a stage of void of upheaval , emptiness of changing abstract
and a sense of peace being overwhelmed.
Nothing to worry or to celebrate . Intimidation of being aloof is on verge of extinction. No more competition to world with solitude housewarming my every inch of my body. No more expectations exist.
Solitude prevails and smile with no shame.
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मै तेरे प्यार के काबिल नहीं,
हां ठीक है
पर ये जिस्म मेरी बनावट नहीं है
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