The Fury!

The road rides with me,turns & bumps!
My fury scorches it too,scars & burns!
I don`t feel anything now,fire or wrath!
And I dont remember what I lost or won,the math!

The sky teases me,goes away as I ride close,
The hills roll besides as if reciting a prose!
My mind ignores the visage so soothing and clean,
For the heart burns,waiting only to vent the spleen!

The wind lingers on,fighting me side to side,
The wheels burn their rubber & learn to abide!
I take joy in the hell I make out of heaven,
There`s no returning from it,there`s no raven!

The anguish inside bubbles but never errupts,
The hate vapourizes fear but never corrupts!
I am thinking clear after ages of torture,
Hate is my wound and anger is my suture!

There is nothing else I would do than burn,
The wheels my weapon,every inch every turn!
What melts in heart is now a vapourizing fuel,
This world is a ring and I am ready to drive and duel!

वो पुराने सूखे हुए दरख़्त!

बहुत दिन हुए,अब लगता है आओ चलते है,

उस पुरानी गली मे उस पुराने घर की ओर आज मुड़ते है

गली कुछ सिमटी सहमी से अब लगती है,वो चहल पहल कही गुम है,
वो पुराने दरख़्त अब सूख गये है,डालो पर पंछी भी अब कम है

गली की वो धूल अब कहाँ मेरे पैरों को छूती है,
वो बारिश के पानी की मिठास अब कहाँ कही होती है

यही खेला था,यही गिरा था मैं चलते चलते,
अब वैसी ठोकर के इंतेज़ार मे दिन है बनते गुज़रते 

टायर की उस रफ़्तार मे घूमता था बचपन वो सुहाना,
कुल्फी और होली की राह  देखता था तब मन दीवाना

एक नज़र पुराने घर पर गयी,और लगा कोई आवाज़ देता है.
वो पुराने सूखे हुए दरख़्त से मानो लगा अब भी कोई ‘मैं’ झूलता है.

ज़िंदगी के आशियाने मे कुछ मोड़ पीछे रह गये है,
पर एक सास भर और उस घड़ी मे लेने को मान होता है.

दोस्तों को नही ढूंढता की मालूम है मेरा बचपन नही रहता यहा अब,
कोई खिड़की खोल दे मौला कभी तो मिल आऊँ उनसे सब.

गहरी है यादों की ये नदी,डूबने को मान करता है.
उस पुराने सूखे हुए दरख़्त से फिर बातें करने का मान करता है.

Warmth of cold nature

High and night! Dry and cold!
The weather was nasty and I bold!

Dark was vision,but feet were sure!
That direction was right,and heart was pure!

Thunder strikes and the ground shakes!
I wonder what is it that the baker bakes!

Counting in the blind,my eyes are open!
Nature beckons me,its fury no pun!

This is life,of natural chaos and beauty!
Free from tethers of any relations or any duty!

I hear my soul after long,it desires itself!
This body is a baggage,it offers no help!

To be with nature,understand freedom!
Let go of fear,find order in random!

As I walked towards the night and cold!
My mind kept saying-Hold,hold-hold!

And when you reach the eye of the storm!
Relax your soul,for it is fearless,without any form!

The hole in my heart!

There you are!

Standing before me as yesteryears!
I have not changed too!
Your eyes tell a different story though!

There you are! Yes there you are!
The evening is mild,and my heart is numb!
It used to race once at the touch of your thumb!
I get the feeling,like a sea without water.
You are here and so am I,but still it doesnt matter.

You! only you!
My dreams coped once you were gone!
They deserted my eyes,only pangs they borne!
I wished then if I could cut my heart.
But you were the hole in my heart!

I!
I too desired!there was an encore!
But strings are now cut,nor there is any core.
You are someone I knew before.
Now you are just the hole in my heart.

There we are!
I guess its time to part,in person atleast.
The seam of my broken heart needs u the least.
For Yesterday`s dream my eyes cannot smart,
You will always be the hole in my heart.

Hate....

Why? I ask in might!
Are these fauna & trees in sight?

Aren`t they free to be destroyed or hunted down?
To create space for the cement & spires,our jewel,our crown?

I am sure I am in a mad dream of past.
Who now has time to ponder that waste is aghast!

I hate the dew from heaven because it is so pure,
When we already have humanity and love to endure.

Why? I ask with right!
Are these houses not dark,full of light?

Power befits only few who can weild,
Stacking and stepping over those who burn and build.

I don`t know why the clamor for some godly spirit to come?
Gashes in earth and clashes in wars are so fun.

I hate the dew from heaven when it pours!
To all that is green and pure,in hatred my heart roars!

Anonymity!

Far Away in the dark gloom,
                                            In a night,where never no buds bloom.
My thoughts stole themselves,
                                            Mind bereft like no books on shelves.
The bliss needed no name,
                                       Darkness was both my master and my tame.

Stars hid themselves in the hangers above,
                                                             I too shrunk in my feelings,the lone alcove.
Needless was the struggle,I knew,
                                                 Bland were the spices,blotchy was the stew.
The horizon spread,calm and oblong,
                                                    Silence in perpetuity was the devil`s gong.

Trees hung on their roots,barely a life,
                                                   Moon was half too,as if someone had a large knife.
I trotted,unknown and aimless,
                                              The crescendo cut through the air,albeit soundless.
If only I had walked in the realms of dreams,
                                                                 The bite of this reality was harsh,rough were its reams.

Still I looked on,Thoughtful and living,
                                 For neither could I see the white dome,nor the shilling.
                                                               

HomeComing..!!

To the lands Where I Cried






I sat all alone! Pensive!!
Blocked all thoughts! Fensive!!
                                  I wanted a night alone,felt lonesome.
                                  But mind played tricks with,held me to ransom.

Indifferent ! I am now to pain and pleasure!!
For I had both the devils,in equal measure!                  
                                  Damn!Cross with myself for leaving my land this shore!!
                                  Fact reminded by one letter,the regal origins it bore!!

Illegible!The words written on the sheafs!
Tangible emotions,I sensed them in heaps!
                                  I dare not shed a tear here for it would be wasted.
                                  Even they are partial to the land they once tasted.

Land of Dreams,I came for! NO Stop!
No More dusty lanes,no more stunted crop!
                                  Jealous! I feel from the trees rooted deep!
                                  They know their place,only there they get a nights sleep.

Why? How? the reasons go beyong the reason.
Now! Never! to not to go back would be the treason.
                                   Hope!The Tethers release me,unquestioned,untried.
                                   For I will then catch the ship,back to the lands where I cried!