My grandfather's portrait

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Scribble One,
A prank call turns to love,
Her blushing added sugar ,
Her voice merge breathing,
Self-made catastrophe...

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What happened that day was catastrophic
Requiring extraordinary courage to overcome
Although the pain purged me completely
Bestowing upon me clairvoyance and clarity
The loss endured could never be made
I did everything to save the situation
Somehow destiny wasn't in favour
What could've been saved couldn't be saved
The censure of the divine seem never ending
The pain and regret still lurk within ...

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you cascade a destructive smile
and i die a little more.
my chest pains a little more.
my heart skips again a beat.
and rage fails to pour out of my mouth.
the fragile edges on my body
red blood of love
dripping down my lips,
and changing colors of my skin
from light to dark
of scars and torments.
a handful of beloved memories i own
amidst a thousand nights of bruised moments.
my world is smiling at me,
a destructive smile
with a hungry shine in his eyes.
and instead of rushing past it
i'm fading
and dissolving away
in the abyss called
my 'infatuation catastrophe.'

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I'm terribly bored now. Don't know how long this lockdown will last? What about you?

I can't express, it's mixed emotion.
The lockdown should last to the time it should.
But, I'm just worried about poor people.

Yeah, seriously. They are really having tough time.
What can we do? It's tragic.

It will be enough if we all follow the rules and help the government to cope up with this catastrophe.

Yeah, social distancing with emotional balancing is the key to defeat the spread.

I hope everyone gets this before it's too late.

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मुफलिसी में, जिसके सिर पे टांट थी,
वो बारिश की सुन, खबर सहम उठा।

मूसलाधार बारिश से, नदी आई उफान पर,
देख बाढ़ का रौद्र रूप, समंदर सहम उठा।

जाने क्यूं नहीं जगाती हमें, चीखती आवाजें,
बच्ची को निर्वस्त्र देखकर, पत्थर सहम उठा।

धर्म की लड़ाइयों में, खुश था जो इतना,
अपनो की लाशें देख, वो कट्टर सहम उठा।

फितरत इंसान की देख, वक़्त शोक में है,
इतना बदलते देख उसे, अवसर सहम उठा।

शोलो को दामन में लिए, जो कर रहे थे गुमा,
जलता देख अपना उसमें, वो घर सहम उठा।

उंस ना हुई उस दरिंदे को, मां मारते हुए
मां का दिल काटता वो, नश्तर सहम उठा।

अब और क्या क्या दिखाएगा कलयुग बता मुझे,
की देखता "नवीन" यह, खोफ ए मंजर सहम उठा।

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While I queued on the
Lane of catastrophe,
To save you from
Dark dusk,
You tugged off
The curtains behind
To make me soak
The rays of hope
You kindled,
Which gave me
A reason anew
To live, With you !

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i feel like
an emptiness seeps
through my porous bones,
and each time
i look at you
i collapse.

my eyes get dilated
my heart runs out of beats
my body trembles
my fingers freeze.

it seems like
i'm losing my skin
slowly and slowly.
there's no light
in this dark chaos
which keeps on breaking me from inside.

you were nothing
but a catastrophe in disguise
which passes near me
just to destroy a part of me,
slowly and slowly.
i sense some unsung rhymes
of separation
yet, i feel some love
in this broken heart
and in the lines of my hands
meant just for you.

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“A naysayer dawns from a downfall in life.”

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i hold within
storms of disdain
and my lips stained
with brokenness.
we coalesce often
but, stay away
like we were made to be apart.
i think of the journey of riddance
but, thoughts seem
a little vague, a little scared.
you all at once,
cascade a catastrophe
that is more dire
like the one in my head,
like the one i hold in my heart.
you are a shadow of
damage done to my skin,
and a scar left on my soul.

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