Phuur...


Kehete The...

Jis peher se beetey hum
Who peher tere kal ko na jaane
Tu upni Manzil
aur upni kiasmath
Khud upne haatho se likhna jaane

zindagi kuch bole
Nidar Chalna hai tujhe
Taqdeer ke saath Buland
Rehena hai tujhe


Purani Baatey aur Purani soch
Se aagey badna hai tujhe
Har Mukaam par yaad karna hai
Is bachpan ki seekh ko tujhe

Dunya ke saath
Aur Samay ke peeche
Aagey badna hai tujhe


Ab Kehete hai mujhe...

 jo Guzar Gaya bachpan
Toh Upni seekh bhulani hai tujhe
Jo pad likh ke aagey nikla
Waapas toh aana hai tujhe

umar ke saath aayega samajh
gareebo mein nahi, doodh
baata jata hai bhagwaano mein
Aur sitare ek khoobsurat dhrishti nahi
Insaano ke pagalpan ke karan hai

Kehete hai mujhe ...

Umar ka tajurba hai
Har din ek Samaan nahi
Har Din ek bhagwaan nahi
Har din ka varat alag hai
Har din ka bhog alag hai

Ki
Har cheez  se mujhe archan hai
har achcan ka ek upai hai
Archano se mujhe
seekhna hai nahi
Andar ki or dekhna hai nahi

Yaha Eeshwar ka koi nyayay nahi
bas puja ka yeh ek paat hai
thoda paisa thoda Karam kaand hai
Koi din na ek samaan hai
Kabhi shani kabhi mangal
Inka na koi deen imaan hai

Yaad hai!...

Dunya ke saath
Saymay ke peeche
Lagta hai
Parinda hu mein
Ek din
phuur ho jana hai mujhe

A Wishful Ounce

It is the way it is
As far as I see,
Always a far away tree
Always the lonely leaf
For the valley of merit seeks
A little appreciation of its
Earthen efforts of rivers running
Finding meaning as agreed

It is the way it’s is
Lesser of the two evils I speak
An omitted word a silent sound
A letting go of a wishful ounce
Always a far away tree
Always the lonely leaf

It’s a curious thing
The bond between
The valleys mountains
And it’s river indeed
A watchful fantasy lived by
Yet another omitted word
Of a meandering river
Down the mountain steep

It is the way it is
Always a mountain steep
Always a meandering river
As far as can I see..

Space in between

To savour moments that have left us
 As I stand on the bridge
 Between yesterday and today
 I wonder what it could have been
 As I walk collecting parts of myself
 Scattered in memories and stories
 Once which seemed, a certain reality

 What if it was just me
 And what it’d be if not for family
 In the faint melodies of my yesterdays
 I pick up on sounds of myself
 Of what it’d be had it been just me

 No this is not melancholy
 It’s a mere thought of who might I
 Eventually choose to be
 I am no soldier, they find purpose 
 In things other people see
 I am no messenger, they define purpose
 To people who can’t read
 I just am a bunch of words
 In scattered memories and stories
 Once which seemed like, a certain reality

 It is one to the heart’s desires
 Of a certain peace
 Among the people who we love
And from whom love we seek
 the other a peculiar oneness
 With just me, as I walk
 To savour the moments that leave us
 As I stand on the bridge
 Between yesterday and today
 Facing of what will be eventually

I am the light that resides within
That supreme being beyond beings
I am the peace amongst chaos
Towards every element I extend
A familiarity of oneness
I am the loath of a jealous unborn
And parent to the living
I am the destiny of time
Fulfillment of joy and longing of tears
I am
The fire in the sun and cool of the moon
I am the static in change
The finale of the beginning, I am
Creations words spoken artistically
And sometimes dangerously obscene
I am both sides of one coin
The water in the stream
The rock meandering distant dreams
I am philosophy history science technology
A whole in one piece
I am the twinkle in the stars
I am the lightening of angry clouds
The air in the breeze
The sound less in silence
I am
I am you and you me
I am ..... That!

Fuck Knows..

I try to write different styles
While all I have is mine
back to the class room to search
My forbidden childhood and
Miss Wonders notes
What do I see?
i am there sitting on the wooden seat
coloring a people red yellow and green
the sheet, and on that a star
its mom dad my sisters and me
purple hills and a meandering street
a sloping roof and a chimney
Miss Wonders note to silly me
Remark- good job
Imagination lends to you artistically
As I try to write different styles
Tap tap tap
Click click- delete
To take a walk in the thoughtful beneath
The garden once we hid in and seeked
It is a starry night and reasonably lonely
What is it that I find so incomplete?
Forty two degrees have left me
Staring
At a completely blank screen
Well, it must be one of those days
You know
when you feel
Maybe I should watch a movie…
Have a beer
Not hear my thoughts in a loud club
with a dancing stampede
And look for a good conversation
Over a some burning nicotine
While we try different styles
Arent we all looking for Miss Wonder
Hand in hand
Outside the house
with a meandering street
Colored red yellow purple
Fuck knows
We could be green!

The Precursor

For once to realize- it’s a matter of time
The pledge of a mortal soul
Cannot finds its belonging in eternity
Thus far, realize
You are what you are
For that is why you pledge as you do
Time is for you – not eternity
Imagination is a gift – not your place to be
Ability is a choice – capacity is will
Serenity is a mood – not to achieve
For once realize – it’s a matter of time
What you can and what you must will
Yours is to love – not to seek

Lala Land

It mustve been a selfish spell
The way we ushered our beliefs
There must lie a note of thanks
You see
I find a bigger lesson as you teach
Together I must say
The demons of you and me
Surfaced crude realities
I am what I am as
I must what I must
What you have seen in me
the crazy angry beast, I
sometimes just as you have been
You see
Lets for once voice the underneath
In the cold night, figuratively
As I speak
The winter within me
Was the cold of you beside me
I must conceive
I were the troubled angry beast
Within your sight I seeked
Just you and me
Plain simple I and you, being
You see
Perfection to me was it
Whereas you and your moulds
Restricted not just me
Clearly, your perfection is you
And not in me
A little puppet I, if you please
Love there is
But I hate
the way you make me feel
I tell you
Not perfect are you
Not even in speech
The love is there
I just hate the feel
Some are in action and some beneath
You see
Your poison
kept you from screaming
but pain,
you inflicted inconspicuously
you see
I must be what I must
Youre no different
Only if
Within yourself you were to seek
Heres lala land
Abandoned – lonely