Friday 25 February 2011

Love, I can feel your barb

Love, I can feel your barb,
and yet as I dare purge it,
its spurs bite deeper within,
the pain sears;
the feathers mock, their colours
rasp, grate, jangle,
as your poison creeps
into the blood;
the steel shaft
- catching the moonrays -
shines coldly even as
the stricken body thrashes;

and then the pain dulls,
the soul is deadened to pain,
now but a faint throb;
but the heart tormented
raves, screams, wails,
revolts;

but silenced, slain,
at last surrenders.

Wednesday 23 February 2011

जो कोई सिक्का ना मिला

बीच सड़क पर भिकारन को देख
हाथ नोट भरे बटुए तक पहुँचे,
पर जो कोई सिक्का ना मिला 'ख़ानाबदोश'
दिल की दिलदारी ही सूख गई

Memories

Fresh memories
perfume the day;
the mind a grateful vase.

Memories

Fresh memories
perfume the day;
the mind a grateful vase.

Tuesday 22 February 2011

All in a day

Blood
Kisses
Rage
Sex
Kahwa
Semen
Bitemarks
Tea
Sweat
Bitterness
Broken Cups
Broken Hearts
Mended Hearts
Euphoria
Wine
Kisses
Tears
Disgust
Barbiturate
Foreplay
Envy
Mary Jane
Bitemarks
Kisses
Nirvana
Blood

All in a day
between you and me

i begin to write

the mind loosens
blood turns to ink
every word is a rapture
and every thought a fantasy
the soft sound of pen scratching on paper
is a soothing salve
the heart beats in rhythm
to the metre of poetry
the soul is immersed
in the ether to which it truly belongs
the swirls before me engineer a whole new world
fairies dance and dragons dart
truth mingles with pain
every wound is a delight
and every delight a wound
the clock stops
and timelessness begins

Friday 18 February 2011

वह हस्ती ही क्या

वह हस्ती ही क्या जो आरज़ुओं पर मर मिटना न चाहे,
बिन ख़्वाहिशों का दिल किस ज़िन्दा जिस्म में धड़कता है?

Wednesday 16 February 2011

February rain

Wet-feathered parakeets
peck at mango blossoms:
February rain.

Monday 14 February 2011

Railway Tracks

Children play by abandoned
railway tracks where once
passing trains took lives.

Wednesday 9 February 2011

उम्र

हमारी ज़रूरत आपकी मॊहब्बत और उसकी माफ़ी है,
अपनी उम्र हमें न लगाएँ, ख़ुदा का दिया काफ़ी है!

मक़बरे

क़ब्र-ए-अब्द पर किसने फूल चढाया है,
यह दुनिया मक़बरे बनाती है
ज़िद्द पर अडे शहीदों के नाम

ज़िन्दगी

वह महज़ ज़िन्दा हैं जो ज़िन्दगी को बन्दगी समझते हैं,
और वह जी जाते हैं जो ज़िन्दगी को रिन्दगी समझते हैं!

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