Yeh sharabi dil, kuch tanha uljhe raste, bechain mazile,
Yeh mekhane se ghar tak ki lambi sadak,
Labo pe madira ki meethi boondein,
Dagmagati chal,
Yeh mayoos hasi khayalo mein kuch tatolte hue,
Rang berang hota yeh raat ka mahol,
Ghar kaise aa gya Mein, sirhane pe yeh chithi kiski hai?
Uspe likha saki ka nya pta,
Wapis Jane ka mera wada,
Phir chal die kadam sham ko mehkhane par mere,
Galion Mein pta puchte,
Jane Kyu log keh rhe hai; “dekho wahi pagal jo roz ghar ka pta bhool jata hai.”
Aaj bhi wo khanoshi se haath pakad ke mehkhane le aaya mujhe,
Jate waqt najane kha kho jata hai,
Dhoondti aankhein, thand se shawl pakadti unglia, saath hi to mang rhi thi uska.
Shikayat bhi Kisse kare ab, Wo nazar bhi to nahi aata, bas Jam ke nashe mein aata, aur wahi se wapis chala jata.-
Buried under years of mayhem,
She found a letter, intact, with words crying for peace.
“Please come back, David. I heard over the radio that war is taking over, and humanity is in shambles.”
David replied:
I can’t, Janet. The bridge exploded last week. Thousands of children and women die here every week.
I wish I could help, but I lost the battle a few days ago.
If you are reading this, I was executed by a draped figure who told me to lie down quietly, just as he did with the others.
Cries here are not heard. Families don’t matter.
Children here are starved to death.
I wish I could change that, but we were wrong.
I wish I had never been born.
I wish to disappear and never be remembered.
War has changed me.
To all who parted ways,
David.”
Fought for peace.
Died in oblivion.-
उसकी तबीयत आजकल ठीक नहीं लगती,
हंसी में उसकी वो खिलखिलाहट नहीं दिखती।
जीत तो गया मुझसे हर बार मगर,
मेरी हार में उसकी जीत नहीं दिखती।-
Aajkal dost ghar nahi aate.
Kuch door rehte hai, to kuch bekar ke bahane hai bnate.
Takleef mein to har koi mil leta hai,
Bas kami lagne par saath khade nazar nahi aate.
Jha roz roz ka chakkar tha mere ghar ka unka,
ab mahino samne se chup chap nikal hai jate.
Kuch parses gye, kuch bimar hai, kuch rooth gye, kuch pareshan hai,
Lekin phir bhi dosti ki ghooti nahi azmate.
Har marz ki dwa kehte the wo jise,
Aaj usse chand lamhe guftagu karne nahi aate.
Beet jata hai yeh lamba safar ae dost, reh jati hai yehi sab taz-e-tahqt,
Lekin guzar jane par sawan ke badal kabhi wapis nahi Aate.-
Nancy would see an emotionally distraught, shattered, and disconnected reflection in the mirror.
The image that wouldn’t look directly into her eyes.
The dried blood on her lips, a regretful soul oozing sadness, and a longing to reach out for help.
Adorned with society’s treasures, she would still see herself—miserable and unfulfilled.
Every day, she would wake up with a hope that something had changed overnight.
The mirror began consuming her. She would sit in front of it, turning her face to meet her own eyes, wiping the blood from her lips, dressing the wounds in her reflection.
One day, desperate to feel whole, she yelled at the mirror and broke it into pieces.
Each shard now showed a different image—ghastly and gruesome.
Reality would flicker back only in moments, as she lay tied to the asylum bed, jolted by shocks.
Nancy had lost the battle long ago, but the mirrors would never let her go.-
How difficult some friendships can be.
Years of meeting, then silence for months.
You long for familiar faces, shared laughter,
the warmth of a touch, the comfort of a voice,
the strength of silent support.
Is friendship a fading fad—
deceiving laughs, false connections,
and quiet manipulations?
Teary eyes, midnight calls, impromptu meetings—
why do they disappear?
After years of silence, can a broken bond heal?
I see distant friends, searching for a way back,
wondering if they belong.
Can we rekindle this fire,
or were we meant to fade?
They say some friendships last forever,
but how many sacrifices, to make forever last-
The desperate, sex-itched love letters,
The early morning goodbye kisses at the station,
That yearning to see each other in the night,
The creased bedsheet with love-ridden marks and kisses,
The empty wine bottle and bud-filled ashtrays,
The needle shots we took together,
The high and lows of dosing over and over,
Till we reached the cusp of separation,
Tilted by the time jar, filled with short life-long memories,
And the last overdose I shot my vein with,
Ending at your tombstone, still high in our rainbow-draped, picturesque life to be lived.
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I was riding down that road to Whitefield on a rainy, dark, and queerish night,
And I realised I am hazy, clouded, and inebriated with puff and liquor.
He winked and smiled on that busy cluttered road. Drenched, high, and shivering, he held my shoulder tight and asked, "can you help"?
I turned around and checked his caboose.
Do you need a RIDE?
Where are you going?
Home.....
I can accompany you 😈. Hop on.
The closest I felt to this stranger and nearest I could feel his heart. The warmth of his body and breath of my neck.
His hands getting closer and water on dripping on my lips.
I asked him to come closer and embrace me.
The story continues....
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Chalo ek waqt ke lie mann le, ki sab pura hai
Wo irade, wo umeedein, wo khwab, sab anjan nahi hai
Andhare mein chalti wo sadak, akeli raatein, adhure paigam, adhe jale die, sab akele nahi hai
Ek tarfa wo pyar bhi shayad pura hoga
Adhi adhuri haath ki lakeere, wo yaadon mein akelapan jo beeta mera, sab pura karle
Lekin tera na hona kaise pura hoga?
Wo chah, wo jism ki khusbu, wo dhadak, wo mazoodgi, wo saanson ki garmi, wo badan ki nazdeeki, Wo kaise manle tere bina ki puri hai....
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Can you hold me a little bit longer?
I have been through enough!!
My shoulders are burdened and I see hazy
I feel like I love you but I can't say it
Like it's all in my head, buzzing, tired, and muffled.
It's been hard for you as well but they say, there's always life ahead that we should look onto
The belief that we hold, the desire for spring, and a little peace that we crave
I wanna stay in your arms and feel your heart beating onto mine and your breath caressing my neck,
My body curled and my chest pushed against yours
The moment of being together and forgetting what it was and should be
Looking into your eyes and kissing you gently.
I wish I could tell you how much I love you and make it last my day if it wasn't the same for you.
Tonight, read my lips, hold my hand, walk a mile, gaze at the sky, sleep next to me, and look into my eyes.
The prom is just a night but I assure to love you forever!!
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