Here I, perpetual wandering
spirit, roaming aimlessly
on the lonely streets of necropolis
Prying through the chambers
of catacombs; I see
Some nursing heart, some
bleeding minds & some
fighting insomnia waiting
for berceuse to play
All in the chaos of crypted
mess, drenched in abyss of darkest
secrets, all jumbled
up and morose.
Until, feeling of tiredness
creeps with deep hollowed
numbness at the center
of my being
-
everyday I go to sleep
flowers grow on me
like they grow on graves,
sensing death bit by bit
midway in my dreams
I wake up to pull them away
maybe I still see life in everyday
I'm too fertile,
like the cracked open soil
eaten by worms
qualified to become a good flowerbed
with tinge of salt and warmth
what when one of these days
I sleep with no feeling of grief
and lie down welcoming
the smell of poppies and lillies?
everyday I go to sleep
flowers grow on me
-
उससे बिछड़कर...सच कहूँ...
कई रात तो मैं...सोया भी नहीं...
और वो शख्स...पत्थर का निकला...
मुझसे बिछड़कर...रोया भी नहीं...-
Dar- Dar bhatak Rahi apni taalash mein,
Mil jaungi ek din jee rahi iss aas mein,
Jindagi k Safar mein chal rahe kai saath mein,
Reh - reh gum Rahi yaadon ki baraat mein,
Bahut kuch seekh Rahi iss hayaat mein,
Apne aap se mil Rahi in sawalaat mein,
Rishte aur bharose ki naav mein
Na koi rahbar mera.,
Khaana- ba- dosh si zindagi mein
Khala hai maano Samar mera.
Na koi paasbaan hai na koi aashnaa,
Bas hai nawazish aur ikhlaas iss
ruhaniyat mein.!!!-
Sleeping is impossible
when there are so many
combinations of words
still to be written.-
Insomnia is nothing but
the just another
word used to hide
untold indivisible pain.-
° Insomniac Subconsciousness °
it shows you, your insecurities
feeds your vulnerabilities
holds mirror to your demon
reveals a glimpse of your future
exhibits your awful past
manifests your intimate moments
exposes your deepest desires
and your darkest secrets
it renders you devastated,
empty and impassable-