Seena chhalni hogaya hoga,
Jab jigar ke tukde ko tukdo me dekha hoga,
Kya bataun us baap ki haalat
Jise naam se nahin body no 21 se bulaya hoga!!
Ab sau ki qataar me julus niklenge,
Kahin naarebaazi toh kahin mombati jala karengi,
Samaj bhi Kamal hai, kisike aankhen moond ne ke baad, aankhen kholne ki baat karegi!
Hum kehte rehte hain naari devi hai,
Magar aaj us dharohar ka bhi mandir me haran hua,
Baap stabd Raha, Bhai ki kalayi sooni rehgayi,
Aur maaa roti bilakti Rahi jab beti ka smaran hua!
Kisine bola payal,bindi pehna chhod do,
To kisine ladki bane rehne ki naseehat di....
Samaaj bhi Kamal hai, aurat ki jagah Tay karte hue usse uski pehchan chheenli!
Bharat mata ki jay goonjti rehti hai makaan, gali daftaron me,
Jahan mahilaon ka shoshan hota hai, din dohapar aur andheron me!
Samay ka paheeya age ghoom raha, magar insaan narbhakshak banna nhi chhod Raha,
Agar aparadh ka vinash, sarvanaash se hi hoga ,
To kitne "kalki" ko Roz punarjanam Lena hoga!!-
Afternoon escapades!
Scorching heat,
And desperate throat....
He had reasons enough
To plunge into what gets him the most.
His lips smack as throat turns dry,
Invoking all that is supreme or foremost,
Like a drowning man praying
Off the coast!
A sight too alluring,
And a fragrance too ambrosial for perverse...
While ears ring of screeches in melody,
The lingering presence would cause him to burst!
Who's looking for water,
If drops on her bare shoulder,
Could evoke and quench
His thirst!-
As red is the vermilion,
An attraction is as fatal as future unseen,
But fleeting desires assume permanence,
Giving off the odour of tangerine!
With time, the power play
Held close like scintillating gold,
To be overshadowed by compassion
In verdant valleys of love untold!
Myriads of emotions are untangled and expressed,
As clear as the azure sky,
Love explores the fluidity of indigo,
Within the intuitive high!
From the journey of what "we see"
To what " we understand",
From root to the crown,
The love evolves into a precious amethyst treasuring secret to the Grand!-
Dressed in the attire
Of valour and vanity,
We juggle between
The mighty rises and
Flawed dipping falls,
To discover the reality
Of temporary permanence,
From having a benign semblance,
To being disrobed so unbecoming,
We traverse along puddles
Spattered with mud
Crying over stains while enacting
The play between coming naked
and going undressed!-
She gets into the shoes
Of an ardent lover,
To sail through
An invisible Ocean
With deep waters
And shallow tides,
Portraying the universal
Harmless impression!
She weaves words with,
Lips as soft as petals,
Or skin as comforting
As the furry cushion,
She lets herself loose,
To the sensual rapture
Into the figment
Of her imagination!
She puts insight
Without any prior sight,
Soaking the essence
Of desire and passion.
The poet in her,took liberty
In delivering sleek urbanity,
Through virtual indulgence,
An act of impersonation!
An act of impersonation!-
I keep walking
On the black and white
Checkered board of life,
After careful thinking
With each small step of mine,
While being bored of life!
A long stride,
Or a longer jump to side,
Or a step back to life,
To still hold on,
I die numerous times
To bring myself back to life!
While king,queen or little pawns,
Have destined course
Swearing death against life.
My inner conflicts
Are put into chechmates,
As I played to win against life!
If life was a chess board!-
When the adversity you face,
Matters more than
The contour of the face,
Remember,
You are growing up!
When a change of heart,
Matters as much as
The exchange of hearts
Remember,
You are thriving enough!
When you know being a bag of bones
Is no different from
What's 'simply' been bred in the bone
Remember,
You are ready for the rough!
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Servant of myth!
I walked towards the unending horizon
Where the sun sank into the sea,
The way I chased the mirage
Floating on the landscape of debris!
In the belief of beliefs,
We embrace the falsehood in the truth,
Deeply satisfying to arouse hope,
Cordoning the myth from the sleuth.
Singing tales of "constants" and "forever",
Herds gather like a rolling snowball,
To serve the might myth,
That is phantasmogorically real!
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Heal thyself!
I stretch my arms
Like the classic Shahrukh Khan,
To the dripping clouds
That wet my face and flowing mane!
Aah,the 70% water inside me,
Resonates with each drop that is poured in,
Swirls all around and settles
Absorbing the essence, internalising!
Whether it's the ice that is pain free remedy,
Or the sauna that melts your fat away,
Or the water which drenches you to liberation,
Know what you are made of
Shall eventually heal you someday!-
Manufactured wisdom
Meditated hours mindlessly,
Before contemplating with swinging moods.
Like a log of wood you lay,
Before walking into the woods!
From liberty to liberation,
Mind played chaos with what it sought,
Finally choosing deconstruction,
Over destruction that was all for naught!
To release the feeling,
It has to be felt to the truest of your core,
Fortifying your mind with thoughts
To manufacture wisdom a little more!-