Dusky Night

You are flaming up by so much light,
That I am lost, don’t know what is might

I hold you in my arms so tight,
Flaring emotions on a verge of fight

Emotions that don’t care what is right,
But wants to be with, the one in sight

Together we have climbed to such a height,
There is no place for fear, whether much or slight

Come out you, there is nothing to fright,
Lighting everything, making night so bright

Sleeping alone in bed so quite,
Calling someone in dusky night.

Remorse and Struggle

A part of ‘I’ desires, the other antagonizes..the self becomes so ambiguous. And I am struggling not only to find what the rest wants…but how to get what other split wants.

Is it some kind of fear which is stopping me or just unwillingness? If it is my indifferent attitude then I am stuck and can’t go anywhere. Whatever it may be..but I am blunted, rusted and is straddling.

Sometimes, I am so impetuous that I want to reach the stars and sometimes so inert that I can’t even see the path. I long to conquer the whole world but few thoughts snatches everything from me.

I know that a little push can be conducive to take me far. It can pacify the paradoxical state of my mind. But often, I am so egoistic that I won’t even listen to others.

Left alone, I forge for existence. I argue, I shout, I lie, I fake...do everything to prove that I am right. And one day when it surpasses all… conscience refills me with the desire to prove my substance. And I start the chase again.

Yes..I am struggling and this is a war with the self.

Back after long time

yeah..it has been a long time..last day of the year !!

frozen inside..thoroughly dried out !!

running away from fantasies

born out of speculations

honking all the way

japing me , tantalizing me

dont spill the beans

dont look for mount

its not failure, nor submisssion

its unconcern , loath for sure

somebody is choking

tyranically being subservient

as clash of sentiments

bringing forth barren arguments

cereberations and considerations

fermentation washes away

someone bestow me life

frozen inside..thoroughly dried out !!

Jab We Met - II

Read Jab We Met - I and here goes the continuation :

Pari ki dost mujhe dekh kar hass padi
maano meri to lottery hi nikal padi

Kismat ne saath tab diya
jab uski dost ne mujhe 'Hi' kiya

arey mere neeche ki jameen khisak gayi
Dostoon.. vo to mere college ki dost nikal gayi

usne mujhe pass bulaya, aur pari se introduce karaya
thoda sa mein ghabraya, par mauke ko nahi gavaya

mene pari se najaar milai
vo najar churate hue sharmayi
thodi si sharam mujhe bhi aayi,
par himmat kar ke baat badai

chupke chupke vo mujhe dekh rehi thi
jaise koi ishaarein kar rehi thi
dheeme se meri baaton par vo hasti thi
reh-reh kar mujhko deewana karti thi

baaton hi baaton mein time nikal gaya
aur pyar ka bukhar mujh par chad gaya

ab raaton mein na neend thi, din mein na chen tha
uski ek jhalaak paane ko taras raha mera mann tha

raha nahi gaya, dard saha nahi gaya

dost se gujarish kari
pari se milne ki khwahish kari
dost mera dard samajh gayi
jugaad lagane mein vo lag gayi

usne meri sifarish lagayi,
aur Barista mein meeting fix karayi
phir 17 taarekh ke vo shaam aayi,
khushi ke pal mere naam layi

uss crowded place mein bhi kitni khamoshi thi
samne vo bethi thi, shayad uski hi madhoshi thi

na usse propose kiya, na haal-e-dil sunaya
seedi-sachchi baatein karke, usko apna fan banaya

phone number dete hue apne dil ki baat vo boli
hooton se na bolkar, aankhon se sab raj kholi

baatein hui, majak hue
kitne ek jaise hai hum, dillo mein ehsaas hue

phone ki baatein, roj ki mulakaaton mein badal gayi
adhuri jindagi uske saath se sawar gayi

wo mera din hai, wo meri shaam hai
meri puri jindagi uske naam hai

do saal ho gaye,ye rishta waise hi barkarar hai
ab to dono ko bus saat-pheroon ka intezaar hai

Bitter Reality

Crouching in a corner with insecurity
Just wondering about world's sanity
I flared and went out
It was impassionate outburst full of insomniacity

Doing the things..being governed by others
I dont find in my heart any alacrity
Breaking the shackles,untying the knots
Yes..I am showing my resistivity

Raised my feet..stretched my arms
Stars were still out of proximity
Someone stabbing me from back
Dragging me back in the world of obscenity

Its only an apprehension, not my infidelity
Because I find everything indifferent, in this world of disparity
I feel sinking in a pool of wile
Giving a cry out of atrocity

This seems to most, a thing of lucidity
Deep inside my soul, I feel its gravity
Here i stand in world of ferocity
Suffering..worn out..dying..a bitter reality

Puppet

Me lost in a paradox..looking for Panacea..to heal the blunted thoughts but the Hysteria still remains untouched..an unquenched Thirst.

I am in a labyrinth..alone Straddling..getting Rusted..Struggling.

Struggling to forge, to persuade, to surpass the limits, to refill my substance

Straddling..an option ?? Never...but Puppet to circumstances. Rusted..loosing the self..longing for desires..compromising with situations.

"Being a puppet is not my will,

Neither can I wait to get knots ill,

Just being driven by situatios in my control,

but not letting my wishes getting kill"

Rust is neither replenishing nor rottening my desires..it is just speeding down my progress.

Being not govern by your will is being puppet.

Are you actually doing what you actually wanted and not being driven by someone else.NOooooooo.Then you too are a puppet..you struggle but finally ends into a PUPPET