For Shubhdeep Sidhu

 Five brooks merge into one to mold this expanse 

Oh How!! fortunate was the soil to have given birth to such a man. 

Years of yearning and penance were a blessing h was their only child 

He was their universe, the apple of their eye

Obedient and rooted he was in every sense 

Hellucid and sincere to par excellence 

A flame had been flickering inside him 

A desire had been quivering inside him 

He began to ink out his scribbles carving out his destiny 

Soon fame and success were next to him 

He was spitting bullets of rhyme 

Never a miss, he'd strike the bull's eye 

But they weighed him down  until he was on his knees

A wounded lion brought down to 0 degrees 

Ignorant of stature and life so grand 

roaring on yet he was a simple man 

He still beats among the million and a handful still hate on him

Yet the title "legend" fits great on him 

Imterview with a Playboy

 You topped the list of all the requests I'd receive 

Do spill the beans, Mr Playboy of all ways you deceive 

Well, I grew up without a mom

and to deal with me, my daddy never had the calm

So  carrying this emotional baggage 

Being alone became a habit 

I fell, got up, and tripped over until I realized

I was absorbed by love 

It was nothing You'd lurking on earth 

it was a feeling so divine straight from Heaven'swas  above

She my one and she was my only, my only hopeful ray 

but for her, I was just another pretty prey 

When she broke me, she hammered me down till I was sore and brittle 

After relapsing into lover's rehab i said to myself No more! No more! 

I hunted down and preyed on pretty faces 

I knew how to crack open these cases. 

1- the try

2- the shoulder to cry

Bam!! She goes puking out her vulnerabilities 

Now its time to play with her stability 

I'd become her one and only in reel and reality 

I'd let her ruin herself in all kinds of toxicity 

I'm the one she's gonna talk about to her homies and friends 

Yet I'm the one they wannabe till the end 

That's how snaky I'm slithering in your thoughts and stay

Well, that's about how all players play 

The Bartender

 After tending the bars

and ending the happy bours

I dim the lights so there is no one else

and get ready to tend to myself 

I grab myself my favourite glass and pour an ounce of clarity

I let it sit and the blankness is all I taste and see 

To stir up the dram i add some darkness

and now its muffled and a mess

I sprinkle a dash of pressure, work load and accountability 

unpaid bills, laziness and responsiblities 

I unload a can of  stress and overthinking 

clariy is nowhere to be found and I start drinking 

I gulp and gulp until  it burns my throat 

It chokes me until i can take no more

Yet my soul sits on the counter and exclaims "Dear Bartender, Encore!! Encore!!"

UnBlinded Muse

 The man in a black cape  had a porcelin muse

for she was in penance all sights she refused 

Her job was to Sit still 

and she won't judge until 

the man in the cape, for he the orpheous who would play

the details of the case 

darkness fell upon him the man in the cape was caught by shadows 

chained and locked up by lust and greed 

he was punished to be unjust and only dream of minty greens 

He was possessed by his whims and fancies 

Overwhelemd by his own trials and nuances 

He tuned the lyre according to him 

so the muse in blindfolds would ensure and he'd win

He would struck string upon string 

day out, day in 

the God of vices were intempt 

the evil was free and the goodness  was held in contempt 

the porcelin doll danced by his will 

the muse had fallen from her grace 

H'd deamnd and command, gone were the good old days 

Once in drunken daze he began to pour himself of all the times he had omitted 

of all the crimes he had committed 

His crecendo was the screaming innocents acqquitted 

the fabric tore apart and the light was blinding bright 

the muse was no longer the muse

she was the incarnation of justice and truth 

the pyre was ready the man began to wane 

to cool down the ashes it began to rain 

and system was restored again 

Apni Niji Bhagwan

पढ़ -पढ़ पौथी पंडित नहीं होते 

और गंगा -काशी में डूबने से पाप साफ़ नहीं होते। 

चढ़ -चढ़ पहाड़ तुम ईश्वर को क्यों पुकारते हो 

नाम ढूंढते हो तुम उसका अक्षरों में क्यों उसे बुलाते हो। 

सोना -चांदी , फूल -चन्दन सजाकर थाल तुम पथरो पर चढ़ाते हो

और मुसीबतो में रिश्वत देकर तुम भगवान्  को रिझाते हो।  

थोड़ा सुधर जाओ !

वापिस घर लौट कर आओ , 

जहाँ साक्षात है विराजमान है 

हम भी भटके हुए है 

माँ-पिता हे अपने निजी भगवान्  है

इनसे कहो न कहो ये फिर भी समझ जाते है 

शैतान भी करता है खौफ ,माँ की एक दुआ से सभी बालाएं ताल जाती है। 

और माँ का औदा क्या है आज मै तुम्हे समझाता हूँ ,

इस्लाम , सिखी , ईसाहि और सनातन धर्म बताता हूँ ,

मुहम्मद -नानक -मसीह  और राम जब- जब मानवता को बचाने आये है 

माँ की कोख से उतर कर धरती पर अवतरित आये है।  

फिर इस नर -नारी के भेद का तुम क्यों हल्ला बोलै करते हो 

सब सृष्टि रची है जब जननी ने फिर क्यों तुम बेवजह मुँह खोला करते हो।  

अब बस करो ,  चुप हो जाओ 

और जल्दी जाकर माँ के गले से लिपट जाओ 

उसके आगे शीश झुकाओ 

और पैर धो कर माँ की चरणमित को सर-माथे लगाओ। 

अब मत रहो तुम इतने अनजान 

माँ -पिता हे है अपने निजी भगवान्  

 

Nind

 टूटता है बदन जब तकिये पर गिरता है 

करवटे बदल -बदल कर खोजते है खवाबो को 

आखिर तनहा जो रहता है।  

दबे पांव छुपते -छुपाते आती है नींद 

क्यूंकि बेख्याली और उलझे हुए ज़हन का पहरा जो रहता है। 

ठंडा बिस्तर, तह हुई चादरे , 

बेजान परदे और एक वो है जो हर रात को मात देता है। 

माँ की कोख से २४ पहर की रह गयी है नींद 

और वो शौरतो को इज़हाफा कहता है।  

दिन को धोखे देने में मुकम्मल है वो 

 बस रात के जाल में जकड़ा रहता है।  

और जो कहीं झांक ले भोज चिड़ड़ाहट -थकावट का 

तो हंस कर उम्र का तकाज़ा कहता है। 

और जो कोई पूछ ले हाल उसका 

तो मै ठीक हूँ , मै ठीक हूँ कह कर टाल देता है।  

 

succeeded

A sleep is not a sleep

until overwhelmed by dreams

endeavors my god the endeavors 

wide awake they keep me 

my foes shapeshifted into my friends 

their forked tongue spewing venom

portion of betrayals and sorrows 

gushed down my throat as i play pretend 

sea shell would whisper all the names that they'd been calling me

i'd still fish hope from a dying sea 

every now and then the tectonic plates of misfortune would shake 

and the clouds of darkness would break 

I 'd tumble everytime I see impending doom near

Yet with bare hands i'd scale moutnains of fear 

through stormy madness i steer with all my might 

death tried to check mate but i ain't giving up without a fight 

with words I would thatch my shattered roof 

something was still a miss,something felt aloof

although things were going rhyme and fine 

my knees would crumble from the load of time 

my patience began to wane in rage 

i was craving a stage, craving a stage 

my crown this mic and my audience my subjects 

i'd absorb all the applause that i'd get 

I was thrown into the cannon of fire 

they thought i couldn't make it

i came back gold 

my fate my armour 

and i had suceeded 

so i am standing tall ready to what lies ahead 

and i am most certain that i am not done yet