Thursday, October 17, 2013

State of sublime

This was written after college.
He he :)


Out of the chaos etched inside
New Way of thinking, a state of sublime
Renewal, redemption
This life is yours to form
Revalue and question, abhor the common norms

New mind, new life
Break away from standard thinking
Step outside the common forms

Break down, deconstruct what's on the Inside
Redesign what you dislike
Climb up when you reach the lowest point
You see the world through different eyes
Erase your old life, redeem your soul
Come undone, just let it grow
Dont waste it, consume it, convert reality
Give a life a facelift to fit your needs
This is the way it now feels,
Not what it used to be.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Oh Apple

Ohh Apple!

Ohhh Apple!
You did fall from Grace.
yet you did gravitate.
And Newton shall forever be grateful

Then picked by an ancient doc
and given another 'emoticon'
put on the health's pedestal

Adam’s lump it is 
A bump it isnt
Guilty it said
'Guilt' there wasn't
Where is Lilith?
Lilith who teased Eve.
Serpent she became
Venomed it was.
Adam was doomed.
Eve was her second
Lilith was scorned
And hell hath no fury...

So it brings back to the hapless apple
Even the Baba-yagas poisoned them
Blamed for ages
Called the devil's fruit
When nature spiracle itself allows...
Apple is no fruit.

Doomed it was
cursed it is
Now the new doc says
it doesnt keep him away!

Benign, listless, lifeless
My poor apple, my poor myth
My poor his-tory, her-story
written, re-written, removed
How shall thou speak
When shall you speak
of your innocence.

These Lines

Can I capture your breath?
Can I capture the warmth?
Did I put you to an altar?
Saying, mistaking,
thinking and believing?
the naysayers be damned I think.
You are a queen! I think
Or at-least a princess!
And yet nothing remains still.
shall I be able to capture you in these lines?
can you feel the rhythm of these lines?
can you believe what I tried in these lines?
Did you feel I captured your breath within these lines
Did you feel I captured your warmth within these lines



Here's to a mystery, here's to life.
here's to her, and her myriad ways.
she came here, her dreams co-joined,
she shall do, her own means;
she shines, her face can shine too!
she looks so fine, enigmatic.
she carries, she believes, she cant be broken.
her laces are her own, and she braces herself.
her serenity, she is peace dove, 
a poet's muse, a disorder's balm herself.
take her to the altar, she deserves;
bring it on, celebrate her coming.
just see, see in your amazement!
See this beauty walking,
hear her talking
see her, believe her and her emotions.
and her sometimes confused thoughts.
she is strong, she is fine, in this strange land.
she'd cope, she'd be, she'd live in this strange land.
she is headstrong, she is unknown.
but she will be.
She knows it, yet wont say it, 
she seemingly will find her key.
don't ask her, just believe her,
her faith shall leap-frog.
she doesn't need to worry;
she will do, she will try, 
she will make her life happen.
she has everything she needs.
nothing can deter;
moreover she is creative, she cannot destroy.
Just believe in her, she shall find her occasion.
She will search her destination.
It is not destiny, its her own determination.
gaze in amazement, 
can she play with madness? 
Of course. She does.

समाज के ठेकेदार

समाज के ठेकेदारों ने बोलना शुरू कर दिया है

उनके तख़्त में थोड़ी सी भी आंच आती है तो वे विचलित हो जाते हैं, 

औरत अगर सशक्त होगी, उसका उत्थान होगा 

अगर दलितों की आवाज़ बुलंद होगी 

तो ब्राह्मणवाद-मौल्वीवाद का पतन निश्चित है 

अपनी गद्दी, समाज में अपनी शक्ति बचा के रखने के लिए बोल रहे हैं 

और उनका समर्थन कर रहे हैं वो - जो अपनी पत्नी को अपनी जूती पर 
रखना पसंद करते हैं 

अपने नौकर चाकर का शोषण करने, उनको उनकी ज़ात का कहने, 
उनको मारने पीटने में गर्व महसूस करते हैं 

और उनका समर्थन वो महिलाएं भी कर रहीं हैं जो अपने उत्पीड़न से 
समायोजित महसूस करती हैं 

समाज के ठेकेदारों ने बोलना शुरू कर दिया है...


Wrote this a few years ago:
And a few phrases that I rhymed here were used in the poem 'Stone Pelter', since it befits and makes that even more meaningful.


The winter chill and the brown pale earth
now little damp due to dew 

how I long for the sunny days and its hue 
while wearing a pullover over my shirt 

falling leaves, a scent of mist 

how do I endure the pain of a winter chill? 

Love was the only way, and it remains still 

I dream of beautiful days and twinkle in her eyes 
when she wrapped herself to me 
Like the winter skin 
warmth it brought, solace it was when u were near to me 

I long for that touch and that radiant eyes 

the sparkle and its balminess in that frosty morning 
bringing that glow to that bitter chill 
enough heat to get out of slumber after long, cold nights. 

And here it is here again,

the winter chill and its pale damp earth 
But now there is nothing left to dream about. 

longing for your touch, your breath, your skin on mine. 

I am aloof now, and not at all calm this winter 
I have lost my composure this winter 
I have detached myself this winter 
I feel acute apathy this winter 
your unconcern, this stiffness is bleeding me this winter 
Your indifference has left me wrecked this winter 
I lay dying, while u remain frigid, this winter

I Long for it

I Long for it

Your allure, with that animal magnetism, 

Your appeal, with that attractiveness, leaves me captivated 

With bated breath, I feel the charisma, enchanted. 

I am fascinated, I swirl around this force field, its magic! 

I am seduced to this magnetism 

you practice witchery, this attraction; 

This attraction is surely a work of a witch! 

the delightfulness, of holding you close, the desirability, and the sweetness of it, 

how I long for it!

Your unsaid lines

Your Unsaid Lines

The sadness it bears, your unsaid lines,
the unshaken certainty that devour,
the sadness of it,
it is expressed, yet still unexpressed.
I feel the sadness, its me, I could shed your tear, I know.
I felt the sadness of it. I am aware, whether you believe it.
Where was solace?
Was it lost?
Was it shelved?
Is it out of reach?
Where is it?
Is it untouchable?
Longing for a significance of this, is me.
Longing for a comfort is me.
Longing to be a sage in me, dying to unravel is me, longing that you don't feel this penance, is me. 
Longing n fearing, n yet confident, of not letting you feel depressed, is me.
Mystically, beholding the truth,
the naked truth.
How do I find it here,
is the quest.
Is still me.
Asking for trust, is me.
An overwhelming believing, of u, is in me.
To comfort, is me.
Trust me, its me.
Magically, u, are so already so much me.
Magically, what u endure, is so much me.
I can't hurt, its me. I feel you. Its just me.

Few short poems 'Aazaadi'



Jashn-e-aazadi, shauk-e-zindagi to nahin

ya kahen ise jashn-e-tanhaee ka koee aalam; 

kaheen yeh humari muflisi to nahin
isi majlisii-hukumat mein, ise charagaar mein, 
Ye dasht mein bujhti koi charaag to nahin..
ye Badkaari aur bad-amli ke yeh aalam; 
yahan kahin koi aas, koi aasra bhi hai bhi ya nahin
Be-dastoor is zindagi mein koi roshni kyon nahin

Koi aazadi kyon nahin, meri aazadi kyon nahin



Only the dead
not us
only the liberated
not us
...not the lucky few
not us 
only the dead
not us
only the blessed 
not us
its only them
not us. 

We ain't free. Chained and maimed, slaved, we ain't free. 
Oppressed, arm-twisted, forgotten, we ain't free. 

May The voice be one.
I may not be free, but I'll die to be free.
My thoughts shall forever be free
We ain't free. Chained and maimed, slaved, we ain't free.
oppressed, arm-twisted, forgotten, we ain't free.

Belied, dusted, yet undefeated.
Crushed aside, pulped, yet undeterred.
Wailing, screaming, ripped, yet unconquered.

Fear psychosis, tortured, abused, orphaned, yet to be won.
May The voice be one.
I may not be free, but I'll die to be free.
My thoughts shall forever be free



Figuring the differences, I know not
Raising the questions, I know not
Fueling the protests, I know not
Believing the tensions, I know not

I am a patriot, I know nothing else
National interests, I know nothing else
Agreeing, I know nothing else
Blind, I see nothing else.



Misses n chances the tale begins 
which to leave out, which to believe 
sign posts n the door, which one to leave 
thoughts n wishes, which one to conceive 

bring-forth disillusionment 
bring procrastination 
bring glasses, n bring efforts to break 'em 
bring an animal, bring it to butcher 
bring loathe n despair 
bring me some life, lemme take 'em. 

You are a mosquito, I snapped your life.



Waqt karta jo wafa, Kashmiriyat, insaniyat, wo ek milkiyat hote
wo jo pak hai, na hind 'au musalmaan hai, wo hum sub ke hote

Kahin Rangrezon kee koi aise hi haunsle to na badhte
tere aaansun ke katre, kamaskam surh-au lal to na hote

ab 'gar nagawara guzre, to sahi, muflisi huqumat hai
na chahte hue bhi, wo bezubaan 'humaare hai'

na gair hote hue bhi, jo be-gairat hai, 
jirah ke faasle aur faisle, sub humaare hai

ye taqraar kee jamuriyat, ye bhi 'humaari hai'
jo na kar sake, saare daaman humare hai

taareekh au tawajjoh, ye bhi humaare hai
jo guzre, syah, kaala, sab humaare hai