Letter to My Younger self

 I am going, to  begin with, the most overused line 

How are you and I am not  hoping for you to be fine

Because I know you're not 

Because I am you just from a different time 

My sole purpose for writing this letter

 Is to lift the weight of myths from your shoulders

So the truth sparks inside you brighter 

And you feel a lot lighter 

I know maths has been traumatizing you

Dodging numbers that's all you do 

Fingers are pointed, questions are raised 

And for every calculation wrong you are to be blamed 

You pick up the compass and tattoo your vein 

Allow or don’t allow me 

But I am going to tell you honestly 

You suffer from dyscalculia a learning disability 

When a person struggles to deal with numeracy capability 

So it's not the subject and you need to be treated with sympathy

But that teacher would belittle  you every single time she’d teach 

She has been assassinating you with any chance she gets

This is going to cut deep, you will never forget 

The school counselors won’t help you discover all this 

Stamped upon you, you may never recover from it 

How is that new season of supernatural  been coming up

The Winchester brothers, the novice Sam and Dean’s been toughening up

I know you, sulk behind hard covers and journals scribbling I want to be rescued 

To tell you the truth that no one going to come and get you

You need someone to hold you up when your losing esteem 

You are becoming Sam and I know you’re craving a dean

The fact of life that it isn’t a scripted scene 

When in reality you are Sam and you are your own dean 

Be careful of the people that you're surrounded with 

And you're going along with it 

You have this habit of going out of your way

To be a beacon of hope, turn gloomy skies into warm sunny days 

And that new girl in your class has been creating some issues

She has been shaming you down, you’re being abused 

Even when you feel that you are the culprit, 

She is so naive and doesn’t how you feel

But girl some scars are never going to heal 

Let me break it down for you

And tell you the truth 

She is the bully, and you're being bullied 

You are worthless you are conditioned to believe 

Listen up, listen clear you are not someone’s punching bag 

She is the problem here because decency is something she lacks 

Oh yes! How can I lose track of your best friend forever squad

Hate to tell you that’s all a facade 

I mean see it on your own, the word ‘friend’ ends with an end 

What more hints could I give you, they are  all playing pretense 

So enjoy while you can and leave, leave with no  guilt

Unlike them, you are differently built  

I am no doctor strange and I don’t have the power to turn the wheels of time 

Yet I am compelled to warn you that  don’t you ever open the doors for the opposite kind 

Soon you will realize you are nothing more than an asset and they are the liability

And all this time they have been playing with your stability 

So much so that you’d end up shutting yourself 

That’s why I tell you to invest in your essence and not in them 

The world is out there to get you and juice you out to the very last drop 

For them, you're just an overused prop 

Papa, the only man in your life  who wishes nothing out of you

Rather than wraps up every  ounce of happiness and gift it to you

So when you’re lost in translation and have no clue 

Just stare at him every once in a while

Charismatically it will widen your smile 

He has set the bar skyrocketing high and no one dares to inch closer 

Don’t beat yourself down, good luck and take care

Signing off and now the letter is over 

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।