Monday, September 29, 2008

THE QUINTESSENTIAL SEARCH

That ideal mate...that ideal love...that ideal life...that ideal song...that ideal job...that ideal house...that ideal car...that ideal anything n everything else that u so desperately search for in this world, IS already PRESENT within YOU.
i can see the disbelief writ large on your lovely face.......hmmmm... you dont trust me. Well why should you...? i mean when you do not trust YOURSELF, how can you trust a complete nobody like me...? But wait a minute i can perfectly understand if you do not believe in me or my words BUT you are not stranger to yourself...Are you? No na...then why dont you trust yourself by searching yourself & finding out yourself whether you...yes dear YOU, possess all that wealth that i blog of. At the most what will happen...? Either you will find out that you are EMPTY (which in anycase you are) and will curse me for making you go through a rigorous process of searching yourself & hate me for wasting your precious time OR...you will find yourself & be happy for the rest of your life n death.
Does this sound interesting...? Are you really interested...? i know your answer....its a big big NO...loud n clear. Ok Ok but dont you wanna try...once at least. NO... You sure...? NOOOOO....

ok ok i give up....thats why i call MAN IS BAD KASE....isnt he?

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Man is a bad case....isnt it?
सुकून मेरे अल्फाजों में नहींएक फांस है,
अंदाज़-ऐ-बयां में नश्तर सा एहसास है,
चुप ही रह जाते हम बेदर्द,
शुक्र के वो बर्दाश्त-ऐ-हुनर आपके पास है...
दो कोड़ी का तुम्हारा ये विशवास है,
शब्द में ही छुपी एक आस है,
टूट जाता एक ज़रा हवा के झोंके से,
रह जाती फकत दिलों में फांस है...
फिर न कहना के हम तुम्हारे ख़ास हैं,
हमे मालुम तुम्हारे सब अंदाज़ हैं,
बिखर जाती है सब नाज़-ओ-अदाएं,
खोले जब भी हमने कुछ राज़ हैं.........

Sunday, September 21, 2008

An ode to THE DARK KNIGHT & THE JOKER


i AM STRANGE ; MY WAYS STRANGER STILL
EMOTIONS i DO HAVE A RANGE ; MY WORDS BUT KILL
U CHERISH ORANGES ; i EAT CHILLIES AT WILL

me a psychic case ; illness u cant heal
me MAN_IS_BAD_KASE ; figuring me out a drill
u like to be an ace ; me joker of thrill

i FLY ALONE ; FLIGHT FREE OF FRIGHT & BILL
LIVING IN A CRAZY ZONE ; ENTRY THROUGH A NIL
U LOVE TO GET KNOWN ; i AFRAID i AM ILL

awestruck being a blunder ; in death do i deal
i keep stinging wonders ; my voice a shrill
u've feelings so tender ; i've spades to till

i AM NO GOOD ; TELLS ME EVERY JACK n JILL
ME KNOWS ME RUDE ; WISHES AIN'T EASY TO FULFILL
U LOVE WHEN IN MOOD ; OH! GOD GIVE ME THAT PILL

agreed me mystirious ; i sit on a thorny hill
u right to be furious ; i shiver i chill
hate me i am injurious ; filth about to spill

ME A DEADLY DEFECT ; MADE IN GOD'S OWN MILL
MY EGO CLUMSY, INFACT ; BLAME IT ON MY STONY " dil "
ON SOCIETY U A GOOD IMPACT ; ME A FOOLISH DEVIL

me in severe guilt ; bearing self a skill
how come i got built..? ; my parents never wanted this ill
u live to the hilt ; zilch! me too little

ME A THREAT TO MANKIND ; MY THEATRICS EVIL
i AM BRAT i AM UNKIND ; MY ADVANCES EVIL
U BE HAPPY U BE GREAT ; i SULK i AM EVIL

i hope... NO MORE CURIOSITY
...NO MORE ANIMOSITY
...NO MORE FEROCITY
now that i confess...ME NO SAINT
...ME NO MYSTIC
...ME A DESPERATE EVIL
patiently waiting behind ur masks ; i've no frills
HA HA HA HA HA hi hi hi hi hi HU HU HU HU HU ..........

Sunday, September 7, 2008

lack of love


i am love ; surrounded by the stories of lack of me,
They come to me from near & far, from all corners of the planet Earth,
They are deep, they are grave & they are sad,
but tell u what ; they are not bereft of me...
Be it the story of a cocky husband or an estranged wife,
be it the story of a selfish brother or an indiffernt sister,
be it the story of a lonely father or a dependent mother,
i am in each one of them ; some germinating with me, some are rife...
i wonder how they cant feel me when they are infact me,
it was me when as a child u ran after me in gay abandon,
i was u, i was the running & i was the butterfly,
it was me when as an adolescent u first gave me your heart,
i was u, i was the sweetheart & i was the cry,
in youth u were confused, u were bemused, u were free,
u searched me in ur lover, in wealth & in health,
u tried to find me in ur best friend, in wine & in dine,
u wandered everywhere, u found me nowhere, u lost in the sea,
i was everywhere, i am NOW HERE, why couldn't u see...
exhausted as an adult, u gave me up & kept urself busy,
but even in ur busyness, u felt alone & thought of me,
i was in ur work, i was in ur dreams, i was in all ur pursuits,
i was waiting for u, i kept on waiting, i am still waiting...
u grew up more in the worldly sense & got more tensed & distanced from me,
u sought for me in temples & in rituals, in masters & in books,
everywhere u found an emptiness, the void persisted in thee,
i knew u were thirsty, i knew u no more lusty,
i opened up my arms but still u didn't enter in me...
now on ur death bed, mind not clear, u wait in fear,
u think what went wrong, u mourn & u groan,
i silently sit by ur side & wanna tell u neat & clear,
i mourn, i cry & i die for u more than u for me,
Oh ! dear what a waste of time, of life & of prime,
what a bliss it could have been, what a life it could have been,

only if u would have paid some attention,

only if u would have lived moment to moment,
onlu if u would have searched me inTHEE...

U are my house, U are my abode, thru U do i float,
U are my creation, i am Ur creator, together we create this world & this sea,
how did U got lost in this world, why didn't U see,
Oh! what a loss...? BUT...wait a minute...
there is still a hope & there still a chance,
i seek one more chane from THEE,
this time please don't FORGET...,
do not forget coz i can't preach, i can't speak,
i can't decide for u as u can for me,
know once for all that i am U & U are me,
please do not forget as i can't force me upon u as u can on me...
i AM LOVE ; SURROUNDED BY THE STORIES OF LACK OF ME....!