Monday, 13 April 2015

A Tale behind a photograph

I saw your photograph, standing by her side, 
One hand resting on her shoulder, showing your protective attitude,
Showing possessive and pure affection for you.
Both of yours body language shows togetherness.

Your eyes did not hold any expression
Empty and vacant but her eyes have so many,
She wants you to stand by her side, in all phases of her life,
A smile on your lips is missing but she holds that gracefully.
She is devoted to you and confident of your loyalty,

A question always clicks in the marine of my mind,
Are you trying to balance between two of your loves?
Being physically with one and keep another emotionally inside you?
Is this the way of your love, to carry both in different manners?
Or is there something always which is not in your control?

If pairs are made in heaven, then why do lovers live life of hell?
Burning alive in worldly customs and being alone in flock,
Is this photo for satisfying your worldly duties related to your name?
To show your physical adoration to someone close to you, bound by society,
Even though somebody else might breathe in your breath, and beat with your heart.

Sunday, 12 April 2015

दो हमसफ़र

आँखो की बंदिशो में बँधे दो बाशिंदे, फ़ुरसत के लम्हे चुराके, ज़माने भर से,

एक दूसरे के क़रीब, गुमशुदा खुद में, वहम ही सही, जी रहे लम्हे हसीन-से।

ये परिंदे जुदा, कुछ ख़फ़ा रस्मों से, तलाशते अपने हिस्से का असमां और ज़मीं,

ख़ुशियाे के पायदान से लुढ़कते-सम्भालते, ग़मों की बारिश में फड़फड़ाते, भीगे से।

कभी सम्भालते हैं एक दूसरे को, तो कभी बन जाते वजह मुस्कुराने की,

बेमक़सद, बेवजह, बेमायनी, बेवफ़ा ज़िंदगी के फ़लसफ़ो में उलझे से।

वक़त के मारे, ज़माने से हारे, अपने वजूद की तलाश में इम्तिहान से गुज़रते,

दिल हुई ज़ुबा, छूटे लफ़्जो के कारवाँ, हक़ीक़त से परे, बँधे मुहब्बत से।

हौले से बढ़ती ज़िंदगी, रेत से सरकते पल मठुठी में रोकने की कोशिश में,

वफ़ाओ से लबरेज़, मुख़तलिफ़ राहों पर सफ़र करते दो हमसफ़र से।

Monday, 6 April 2015

A slap

A slap...
Just because I dared to answer?
Responded to non sense arguments?
Raised my voice for wrong behavior?

A slap...
Physically hurt that left a forceful impact?
Shattered me into pieces and wound my soul deeply?
This act is to teach me to listen, to make me silent?

A slap...
Yes you succeeded, I am badly wounded and hurt, 
I am torn into portions, weeping and screaming inside,
My soul is on edge of ache out of an unending pain.

A slap...
You belong to men; hit me as I am feminine?
A weaker part of your family and ripened society,
Depend on you for merely cloth, bread and currency. 

A slap...
Now it's my turn, I am no more a matter of pity,
If you can't protect, love and provide care,
You better be alone, you don’t deserve me.

A slap….
Can’t kill my love, passion, concern,
It surely devoted for someone better than you.
The Slap will bounce back, now I will leave you.

Platonic love

You are an inseparable, split part of mine,
Broken, wrecked, shattered yet completing  me,
Hidden wound, Painful scar, a weakness of mine,
Giving me strength to fight and still bliss to think,

You fight and hurt,  but yet you care,
You are an unknown stranger yet familiar to my soul,
You are an unseen dream, yet a living realism,
Apart from me, stays at another end of the world , still subsist in me.

You are unsaid tacit, an untouched delight,
You are the pearl of my life's string, but unworn yet,
You are adorable tale, which is still to be penned down,
You are my platonic love, free from all lust and desires.