Saturday, 29 April 2017

Out of love - 80!

You know what matters?
Our stories are nothing but a little exaggeration of incidents and accidents that happen everyday!
Love is not a land that you share,
It's like the air that surrounds.
Love flows.
Let's just accept that we aren't afraid of people leaving us, what scares us is the fact that they'd move on & we wouldn't!
You're strong you survived with the poison, the world is weak don't let it out; they will lose faith in the good that the world has.
You're one of those mistakes that I want to forget but not erase.
This pain,
Doesn't haunt
Or love me
You can't en-cash the hurt, but if you don't en-cash your pain you are just losing an opportunity!
Drink poison if you must to strive, survive and conquer.
How I wish we could love each other instead of just fixing ourselves under the garb of love, solace or whatever.


Saturday, 22 April 2017

Let this pain be!

Tonight I don't want to
Get over this pain
The pain which is
Making every cell
Of my body scream.

Yes! I don't want it
To get over.
I want this pain
To kill the loner in me
The one which wants
Someone to listen.

It's high time this pain
Realises that the urge
For warmth especially during
The times of pain and trauma
Isn't the thing I can get it.

Yes, every cell is screaming
With every cell screaming
A part of heart is breaking
But, that doesn't mean
I get the licence to seek warmth.

All this pain and hurt and hollowness
Doesn't make me The nizam of Hyderabad
Who would have 100 people around
Just when I wanted
There's nobody.

I want this pain
To make the
Hopeful heart realise
The fact that
This hollowness, will stay.

The hollowness,
Hopefully, will leave
In a decade or more
But till then
This craving has to go.

And no,
There's nobody to be blamed, either
It's just me
And the power
I derive from the pain,

Saturday, 15 April 2017

Ignorance, magic, gratitude!

If you're thinking
How often does your ignorance
Trouble me
Just know that it does
Every second.

Yes! Every second
I am thankful that now
It just hurts
And doesn't ache
That often.

Your blue ticks
Your seen notifications
Your constant updates
On Snapchat
And yet no replies
Have made me an artist.

For an artist
Consumes pain
Generates art
Magic and stardust.

It's okay,
You won't understand
For you aren't what I'm
I'm not what you're.

Since my love
For you is
As eternal as
It can possibly be.

And so,
I will always
Be grateful
For what we
Once were.

You then
Made me a lover
Today an artist
How do I hate you?

When you've
Just beenS different
Forms of magic
Even in the
Times so tragic.

Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Us, humans!

The thing about us,
Humans is
That we run after perfection
While the imperfection
Winks at the perfection.

It's about how we
Love tattoos
And lose all of it
When we see or
Are reminded of our scars
This discrimination
This notion
Of the right
And the wrong
Kills us,
Kills us everyday.

We're humans
Who fear death
While we're all
Internally dead.

Our souls numb
And hearts in pieces
We flaunt our heads
As if it creates masterpieces.

It's all about this race
And race has never been
Good or kind
It just brings failure
And makes happiness
Difficult to find.

Monday, 10 April 2017

Out of love - 79!

Faith is a choice that you make,
If someone shreds it,
It's your bad,
You may choose to regret
Or deny,
As per your comfort
From crying over broken toys to now hiding tears over broken hearts, we just realised growing up was not difficult; it was and still is down right fatal.
There ain't a joke bigger, funnier and uglier than life.
Time can do nothing, but pass and change. Such a coward, time!
Past is not trash, it's just ash
In the end you survive because the survival needs you.
In life so hollow,
Is there any hope
That light may follow?
It doesn't hurt everyday,
It just pinches once in a while and
that's exactly when you realize,
that it has been there, throughout
and you had just chosen to not acknowledge it,
when it was giving subtle signals.
The thing is that they're all the same; just temporary and fake.
You know what?
Your heart didn't age
Your passion didn't die
And, that's exactly what your head can't handle.
Hence, the mess/ chaos!

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Faith, love, magic!

You want to know what
Faith, magic, love
Looks, sounds like?
Just know that it
Doesn't look or sound
For it's not a mere mortal
Like you and me.

It's the power that
Has kept the Earth rotating
And our hearts beating
It's that version of oxygen
Which you and I can't define
But can't do without either.

It's the magic that your faith
Does to my inability to love
And be loved.

Dare you call it unreal
It may not be what your science
Can define
It may not be the essential
That your institution teaches
It still is in you.

Yes! You.
The one who wants to
Wish as soon as it
Sees a shooting star,
The one who wants to
Pause for a while at 11:11
The one who finds infinity
In your lovers eyes.

Magic, faith, love.
Eat, prey, repeat.
Aren't meaningless
They're just a combination
Of unexpressed emotions
And unacknowledged feelings.

Tuesday, 4 April 2017

कुछ अलफ़ाज़, बस यूँ ही -16!

पहले पानी प्यास बुझाता था, अब आंसुओं ने पानी की अहमीयत ही खत्म कर दी और प्यास अपने आप ही मर गयी.
क्या तुम्हें मेरी बातों में अपने लिये इंतजार महसूस नहीं होता?
क्या तुम्हें मेरी बेचैनी में अपनी चिंता नज़र नहीं आती?
बात तो तुम में ज़रूर कुछ है,
जो तुम मुझे मेरे ही इज़हार में
मेरी खुद की हार दिखा देते हो।
ख़ासियत है ग़म की, हमेशा अकेला ही आता है.
ना ख़ुशि का साया ना उम्मीद की किरण.
तन्हाई से रिहाई की भीख माँग कर भी अब थक चुकी हूँ.
समझ तो ख़ैर नहीं पायी हूँ
लेकिन फिर भी 
बस इतना जान गयी हूँ 
की ज़्यादा प्यार और घुटन 
में कुछ ख़ास फ़र्क़ नहीं होता 
लगता है इस खेल में नए हो,
इसीलिए शायद 
मोहब्बत से क़ायदे की
और वक़्त से भरोसे 
की उमीद पाल रहे हो 
हर रास्ते को मंज़िल मिल जाए ये ज़रूरी नहीं
लेकिन, हर मंज़िल का रास्ता तो होता ही है 
अब तो नींद की फ़ितरत भी इंसानों जैसी हो गयी है,
जब मन करता है तब दग़ा दे जाती है।
अधूरी अर्ज़िश का नाम ही शायद ख़्वाहिश है।

Saturday, 1 April 2017

Out of love - 78!

That crack in my soul that you and i refuse to acknowledge is exactly the place where my stream of art flows from!
To you your vulnerability is beautiful, but for the world it'll always be an opportunity to exploit.
Next time before I ask you for anything I will certainly remind my self to not ask you
There wouldn't have been any heart ache if we didn't make memories out of our moments.
All of us want our pieces to heal but the irony is we will never acknowledge our pieces.
Magic is entirely a matter of faith!
Your restlessness will force you to crave for home.
Pain may choose to leave your body, but the impact that it leaves on the soul is pretty much forever!
It doesn't hurt everyday,
It just pinches once in a while and
that's exactly when you realise
that it has been there, throughout
and you had just chosen to not acknowledge it,
when it was giving subtle signals.
But, life never said it would be easy and hope never claimed to be real, anyway.