Monday, November 30, 2015

Addicted

                                                             i am addicted to 
                                                         running in my veins
                                                          colored with blood 
                                                        can never get rid off 
                                                          objections rise 
                                                         but its irresistible 
                                                          just so addicted
                                                      taking me its trance
                                                          i let it all go
                                                      giving no chance  
                                                      for me to escape   
                                                     into bitter reality 
                                                     swallowing me in 
                                               i throw up all my cares 
                                               i forget all my worries 
                                               the sweetness of drugs 
                                         the after-effects leave me dreaded
                                            holding onto me tight 
                                        nothing bounds me anymore 
                                       when i am in its limitlessness 
                                      except void and psychedelic love 
                                           holding me strong 
                                       so i can become a "vairagi" 
                                                 no shoes 
                                     not a penny on my name 
                                       no shirt on my back 
                                       bared in, nudity 
                                         plugged in
                                   knocking it all out  
                            you'll never see me without music
                           making this world a better place to live in......


                                                    

Friday, November 27, 2015

Happy Anniversary

                                                     cutting the cake 
                                                     lighting candles
                                                       all alone 
                                            on my fucking anniversary 
                                                     he isn't here 
                                            but then he never was 
                                        he never was the part of me 
                                               i often ask myself  
                                        how did he became my life?
                                           how could he be?
                                         or did i let him in?
                                           empty bottles        
                                     drinking away the night 
                                 the night away with my salinity
                                 questioning again and again 
                                   did he had to leave?
                            a great deal of efforts put into us 
                             but now it all seems wasted
                              going down the drains 
                     nothing in my head except his voice repeat   
                       the voice that keeps on mocking me
                           why did he have to be real?
                     couldn't he wear the mask of fakeness   
                              let the pretension be?
                                  broken glass
                   i walk on it gathering all piece of me 
                   shattered i am calm and collected 
                  what was left between him and me?
                   empty, vague, void and vacancy 
                           no choice left
                   being lifeless and dead 
                      i am letting it be
                         all alone              
        on my fucking anniversary 


  

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Can anyone hear me?

                                                        i miss the time when i was an innocent old 
                                                       when the worldly possessions didn't mattered 
                                                                 nothing except so much soul
                                                                    as the years passed by me  
                                                            innocence sheds away piece by piece
                                                          i am covered with sinful lust and greed 
                                                                  held up in  chains 
                                                                 trying to break out 
                                                                  fencing it all in 
                                                                  taking it all in 
                                                      fucking pills to smile and to sleep 
                                                                   just trying to be 
                                                               somebody your not 
                                                            doesn't seem like me
                                                     sweet vengeance , bitter love  
                                                  i am going blind, dumb and insane 
                                                         in this maddening sanity 
                                                   can anyone seem to hear me?
                                                       trying to help myself see 


                   
 

Monday, November 23, 2015

Mitti

                                     woh har baat pe kehte hain ki woh kuch hain 
                                   main har baat pe kehta hoon ki main kuch hoon 
                                    lekin asal mein is kuch mein kuch bhi nahin 
                                                     jo hai mitti hai
                                      dhooli hai aur dhool he ho jaana hai  
                                              toh ghum kiss baat par
                                         toh ghamand kiss baat par  
                                   jab mitti mein he mil jaana hai 
                                     hum sab pehnava uude. 
                              banjaarey hain is duniya ke mele mein 
                                   na koi ghar, na koi thikana 
                                    yeh zameen hai basera
                               aur aakash mein ki chhaya mein
                                zindagi se har dum ladte huye 
                                 tere dar pe sajde karte huye 
                            chalenge sir pe kafar bandhe huye 
                              bhid, chaka-chaund se door 
                          kyunki is kuch mein bhi kuch nahin
                          ant mein jahan waqt bhi tham jayega
                    sab mitti hai aur mitti mein he mil jaana hai 


Sunday, November 22, 2015

QUWWAL KI QUWWALI:Meri nazar se

                                         alaap lekar ab usne aarambh kiya 
                                            usi alaap ne sama bana diya
                                      ankhein band,ungli meri thamkar 
                               woh raag le chala mujhe ek alag duniya mein  
                                     jahan kisi tarah ka bhandhan na tha 
                                               aur na thi koi dewar 
                              wahan jahan haddon ko laagna hai pesha sabka 
                                 sach kehte hain kala ki koi hadd nahin hoti 
                              koi bhandhan nahin hota, koi seema nahin hoti
                                    woh dhun, woh tezi, woh tarakshbaazi 
                                    kuch jaadu sa kar rahin thi mujh par 
                                        uski lehar mein beh rahi thi 
                                maikashi na hote huye bhi madoshi chha jaati hai 
                                     woh sooron ke saaz mujhe apni le aate hain 
                                    sudh-budh khokar, sab kuch bhulakar 
                           unki dhun mein, main khud ko kuch khoya hua paati hoon 
                           shor-gul se door woh kuch alag duniya mein le jaate hain 
                           jahan ekant se door main apni bhitar ki awaz sun paati hoon 
                              
             yeh thi quwwal ki quwwali meri nazar se 

Friday, November 20, 2015

INSANELY SANE: on the verge of dying

 Life is an endless road……
Dreaded, everything became fuzzy; her vision had become blurry, people running around her, saying stuff, some serious shit and that’s when her subconscious mind realized that these were people dressed in white. Every single inch of her body could feel the pain rising, the pain that had been instigated inside her. Strange even through her numbness she could feel shooting pain rising, killing her, stabbing her and everything else In between. Lying on the stretcher she was saying a different prayer, rather than survival she said “I am letting go and this time it has to be”, and kept repeating the same thing in her heart.
But the question was what made her push her limits to this extent?
Her past……
She had been a naïve and ideal girl growing up; at least she tried to be.  Families are supposed to knit altogether but sometimes they become the reason for unreasonable suffering.  She showed acceptance but all her bearing came to a standstill the day she fell for him and she couldn’t deny it.
He made her long for him, beg for his precious time and in the end just remain lamenting. She is guilty and hates the fact that’s she finds her solace in his arms. He beats her patience down and then swept her away like a day’s old trash. They tried explaining her, they tried doing them part but she knew what she was getting into, she knew it all along and also the fact that it was too little too late. 
He had taken everything away from her: her dreams, her hopes and broken every bond that existed before he stepped into her life. His insecurities played well on her as he made sure that he was her only companion for life and forever. She would fall victim to his lustful games.
She wasn’t enjoying bring treated like filth. Whenever she tried breaking away from him she just couldn’t do it. Sometimes he would lock all her doors and mostly it was her fucking fate and her dying courage that blocked her ways of breaking out. Love can be the biggest strength; a strength that can stand against all odds and break down the restraining walls, but for her love had become this insane madness which was weakening every nerve and every speck of valor inside her.  She knew that she couldn’t stand up to him so she decided to resume silence as a sign to show her resentment but even her silence had been mistaken for weakness, thus taken for granted.
He would threaten and she would act “I am not afraid of you; there is nothing you can do to Me.” but her heart was aware of the fact that she did feared him.

The worst part was after knowing and understanding everything she surrendered herself to him. For him she was always at his beck and call so he had never thought of getting rid of her, thus continued doing whatever he wished to do with her. He was taking over her, dominating her body and her soul and the only reason behind it- she was letting him do whatever he wanted to do with her, she didn’t rebel against him and for her: she lost herself the day she met him.

 Both weren’t obligated in any way or tied in any knot to stay together but then why she had been suffering for long? Thought she was suffering at least he was still with her. The thought that he was with her in some strange obnoxious way was somehow making her go ahead in her life.
The myth of him being with her shattered when one morning she found him missing from their home. She tried searching him around, asking the neighbors but when she couldn’t find him anywhere she rushed to the police. They questioned her and then after four stressful days spent wandering at the police she found the reality behind the man she fell for, the man she lived with and was in some cornered hopes of spending her life.
They made her settle down in a dark room and told her the truth “Aditya Mehra, the person you reported missing isn’t missing after all. We are sorry to inform you ma’am but the man you’ve been living with is a wanted criminal…..”
“Wanted criminal?  What are you saying? No its impossible Adi can never commit any crime, no way there must be some misunderstanding please sir re-check your records it must be someone else, you people must’ve been mistaken Adi can never do such a thing.” Said she defending the man who had betrayed god knows how many times.
“….ma’am we can understand your position but you cannot deny the truth he is a fraud, a crook, he fooled you and then ran away. He is a criminal. See, check these records these are the places he stayed, robbed and ran away from please ma’am trust us he is a criminal.”
Furious she stormed out of the policed station driving back to her place. No, no, no there was no way he was going to be a criminal. He couldn’t be a crook so she took some of her essentials, locked her house and went to find him. She drove down to every nook and cranny but she couldn’t locate him. The police couldn’t declare the man who had some point of time made promises to her. The police was keeping an eye on her too but they knew she was harmless; she was just another victim to false love games.
With every hope of finding him dying she was becoming restless and losing a piece of herself as well. Nothing made sense to her. Hopeless, restless and out of herself she drove back to her place and told the police “you were right I guess love is blind.”
He leaving her was the most shattering part of her life because all her hopes had been buried and she had become dead. He left her in peace but left her shredded and all she did was lament her loss. Love can make life, but at times love can break life too. He had left but his presence haunted her, no matter where she was he was in her thoughts, in her mind, in her conversation and most of all in her heart. What was unusual was the fact that she had been wasting herself after a man who had been tormenting her soul for so long and now even though she freed herself but her soul had still been longing for him. She didn’t for once feel that he left her rather felt abandoned now that she was all by herself. His subsistence was going to remain unfaded forever.

and for her: she lost herself the day she met him.
This wasn’t the first time since he left she tried all the tricks in the book to end herself:- slicing her wrist open and watch the blood go wasted, banging her head on the mirror till it shattered, taking sleeping pills for a subtle death , even tried hanging herself but nothing worked her way and she somehow managed to escape death every single time. Her existence without him had lost every meaning. She wanted to get lost; she had to get lost as she realized that she was steadily losing control on herself.
Sometimes she would lock herself in the bathroom, turn the shower on and cry, just cry her throat out, cry till she couldn’t take it anymore, she cried till her throat was croaked. Her tears would burn her skin but still she would continue to cry at the top of her voice.  Nothing could bring down her pain, not even put herself to some ease rather it all piled upon her despondence. Her will to hold on anymore was breaking away. There was this void inside her which was sucking her in with irresistible impeccable force.  Her heart had been bleeding for him to return.
So she decided at the dead of night she rushed to her car and searched around insanely trying to find something, any clue that would lead her to him. She tore the glove compartment and found three bottles sealed. She went with her instinct and swallowed all the bottles at one go.
Drunk and out of her mind she pulled up the gear and drove into the darkness leaving all her cares up in the air. She was driving and driving maybe trying to find the end to the road. She was constantly thinking about him and how easily he made use of her and when he didn’t needed her anymore he left her, how every promises he made were false and everything was a lie but a part of her still believed in all those lies and fake promises.  It hurt her to believe in something that didn’t exist in her world but then she couldn’t erase her past forever.  Completely Lost in his memories, his haunting memories she lost track of time and her ways, invited upon herself her impending doom.
The present day….
Shocked and tired she was awaken by the sun blinding her eyes. Looking around she found she was in her room, lying, sleeping for a long time. Her eyes were searching for his presence but he wasn’t there. She realized she was out of her illusion. The nightmare was finally over, the mirage was broken she had become numb towards everything, now that she just attained the truth that no matter how much tried reaching him she was running into nothing, she had been wasting away all the while losing herself over meaninglessness and now that she had freed herself from all chains that held her in and she was now limitless and ready to take upon the sky……she just realized she was alive after all…

Friday, November 13, 2015

STOP!

                                                    stop falling in love 
                                               stop saying that ain't no one else 
                                                stop day dreaming about her 
                                                stop fancying about him
                                          stop saying that you need each other  
                                                 cause you need yourself 
                                            stop saying that your forever 
                                            stop saying that your mine 
                                     stop saying that i'll chase the skies for you 
                                            stop saying i love you 
                                      cause love is just a waste of time
                      
                                   
 

Thursday, November 12, 2015

They tell me

                                                  they tell me to drink away the pain 
                                                   but will water solve anything
                                               they tell me to let go of the past
                                                  but its still haunting me 
                                                   they tell me to move on 
                                                   i seem to be struck in 
                                             they tell me to moan no more
                                            but i can't erase your presence 
                                                  that resides in me  
                                          they tell me to get myself together
                                           but i am still scattered in pieces 
                                         they tell me to he is gone forever
                                   but i can't resist the tide rising inside me    
                                         they tell me to keep it all inside 
                                            but i cannot be composed 
                                        they tell my feelings to hide
                                    but i can't carry this much of load 
                                             they tell me he is gone 
                                            but i know he is mine 
                                         they tell me i am living 
                                      but i know i am barely alive
               
 

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Tamana

                                                  Tamana mat rakho taara ya sitara banne ki 
                                                      sochna hai toh uncha socho 
                                                 ki taaron se toh pura aasman bhara hua hai 
                                                           himmat hai toh chand bano
                                                sirf khaali sapno se nahin banta kuch kaam 
                                                 ab chhune ke nahin, paane ki tamana karo 
                                                        himmat hai toh chand bano
                                                            chand toh ek he hai
                                                      chandni roshan karti jahan ko
                                                      taare toh bechare doot hain 
                                                  banna hai toh maharaja chand jesa bano     
                                                       aur hazaron dilon pe raj karo
                                               sitare jalte hain aur toot bhi jaate hain  
                                                    un toote huye sapno mein 
                                                    aaj ka khayal mat dekho 
                                                   banna hai toh chand bano
                                               janti hoon ki chand mein bhi daag hai 
                                                lekin agar uncha banna chahte ho  
                                                        toh pak chand bano 
                                                      jismein koi daag na ho
                                              tum sada amar raho aur khush raho  
                                                   himmat hai toh chand bano 

                            

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

The MAKING of a MAN (Translation of the poem "Aadmi ki Banawat)

                                                before all, first came in existence 
                                                            comes innocence 
                                                            pure and naive 
                                                 away from worldly matters
                                                    it breeds in curiosity  
                                                       shining bright
                                         has nothing, except humanity inside  
                                         Hush! the world begins to conspire 
                                           and then ignites a flame, 
                                             turns into a wildfire
                                         burning innocence within 
                                 and from the ashes of morality and ideals  
                                                  rises a human
                                    a human who has a specific form 
                                               a specific deed 
                               a human who must respect all aspects of reality  
                            who can't be wondering like a nomad star carefree
                             another is added in the race of fame and greed 
                                           he loses all sensibility
                                      he embraces all possessions 
                            before all it seemed meaningless to him  
                          but in this remarkable obnoxious journey
                            aren't we forgetting one thing 
                   that he lost and burnt the only thing that made him 
                             poor innocence! pity on you humanity! 


Monday, November 9, 2015

Aadmi Ki Banawat

                                                       sau sawalon ka ek jawab 
                                                   ab us jawab par bhi sau vivaad
                                                 aaj ek baar mein faisla karte hain 
                                                saare raaz-e-dil bayan karte hain 
                                         sabse pehle kuch nahin bas masoomiyat banti hai 
                                        woh jigyasa aur jeene ki ichcha mein panapati hai 
                                         jivan se bharpoor roshni ki tarah chamakati hai
                                                sabse pehle masoomiyat banti hai 
                                            par har din ke baad andhera hota hai
                                         lekin andhere ke baad he toh savera hota hai 
                                            
                                    vesh-busha dhaarn kar har kan-kan yeh sajish karta hai 
                                        aur us masoomiyat se he toh aadmi ubharta hai 
                                        woh aadmi jo adarshon ko bech chuka hai  
                                              jo insaniyat ko maar chuka hai 
                                       woh dhire-dhire barbadi ki aur bad raha hai
                                          masoomiyat ko nasht kar, uski rakh par se 
                                                       aadmi ubharta hai 
                                       zidd ki daud mein andha dhoon bhaaga karta hai  
                                  jeetene ke lobh mein apne imaan ko daav pe lagaya karta hai  
                                          masoomiyat jab kadam rakhe duniya mein
                                         andhera bankar haivaniyat ka uspar chaata hai 
                                                 fir he toh aadmi ubharta hai

                                       santoshti ka daman chod, laalsa ka hath pakad
                                              duniya ki raah mein chalta hai
                                                 tabhi ek aadmi ubharta hai    


Sunday, November 8, 2015

Andhera

                                                     tanhai ki nishani hai andhera 
                                                kisi ki yaad mein jalta hai yeh andhera 
                                                      rishte naate, kasmein vaade
                                             se milon door panpata hai yeh andhera  
                                                       uske dil mein, mere dil mein 
                                                 har dil mein basta hai yeh andhera 
                                         sahi-galat ki beparwahi mein hai yeh andhera
                                          sadko par, raat mein awara chand ki tarah 
                                                          firta hai yeh andhera
                                       pyar mein wafai ki guzur karta hai yeh andhera
                                     fir bhi na jaane kyun darr se jodta hai yeh andhera
                                              aankhon mein basera karta hai andhera
                                dhakhan mein,ragon mein laho bankar behta hai andhera 
                                   fir bhi na jaane kyun beghane lagta hai yeh andhera
                                          khamoshi ko awaaz deta hai yeh andhera
                                          chaka chaund se door hai yeh andhera
                                    aansoun ko namkeen karta hai yeh andhera
                                            mere dil mein, uske dil mein 
                                      uske dil mein basta hai yeh andhera
                                          raat ko arth hai yeh andhera  
                                  fir bhi har din ki tarah badalta hai andhera 
                          use aaj bhi khawabon mein basaya karta hai yeh andhera
                                       raha aaj bhi taka karta hai yeh andhera
                                   sabko bhoola deta hai,har ek ko gher leta hai 
                                  ghan ghor kala kabhi na mitne waala andhera  
                      har achai-burai ko apne aagosh mein chhupa leta hai yeh andhera                                                            shayad ab lagta hai itna bura bhi nahin hai yeh andhera 


Saturday, November 7, 2015

Livable:impromptu

                                               in the chase of  insurgency 
                                                 i am after urgency
                                           pain and life are similarities   
                                     life and death two different things 
                                          make this time run faster 
                                           i am going to lose it
                                        before i reach the after
                                    lovers, romance and chivalry
                                           sound so good     
                                 but only in fantasies and books
                                   everything else is nothing 
                                     but myths and crooks  
                                         life is bitter
                                        sour in taste
                             with a pinch of despondence to it   
                           but then it is what you make of it
                            crowds, stress and loss 
                        are the ingredients for living  
                        unknown strange still 
                           somehow livable world it is...