A poet!

He could bind all in his words,
He could; the rising sun,
The lush green trees,
Birds humming their rhyme; everything.
He tries hard to sketch himself,
In some lines, some words.
But he fails and remains helpless.
Would he? Or wouldn’t he?
Who knows? Not even him.

He walks and walks the longer miles,
He sings and sings his lines out of rhyme,
He wonders and wonders some more,
In the theater of his mind,
Sense, he thinks makes or breaks,
Longing for it, forever.
Everything he makes,
Remains out of its own realms,
Wonder, wonder some more,
For a poet, he always should.

It’s been lying idle for a while now.

I cannot help but wonder why?

Its spring again;
It’s beautiful now;
Distracted by, the colours and the smell.

The spring must too end someday;
Winters! would return.

Is it then, you wait to walk again?
The roads once crossed.
You would wait that long ‘.’ ‘?’

A question?

The answer? .................................................

Triggers of numbers.

A man needs to let go of 'numbers', to realise the first step to peace. His desire to fittingly 'reply'. he should quench his thirst to get drunk on it. He fights, fights the way he should.
He needs to fight no one, except for himself. He needs to reply to no one except himself. Realise my man! for your self depends on you.
His appearance, appears to be clean. His 'will to survive', mocking his life. He desires, for he should for more.
His appearance, flawed, instantly aw....'ed, his appearance is none but him. His survival, surviving himself..... His desires, Desiring himself.

Look for it, on the surface. For you are looking for it, way to deep.

The story, then i wrote......

and then the journey begins... the travellers have met, to walk beyond now. the walk, on a vacant sky.
there she stood,a wounded butterfly! his ego grown mamoth, he rode a dying horse. on a vacant sky.
The vacant sky, a trillion galaxies within....

The unicorn...

The unicorn rose again, to fly on his milky white wings. ‘Birds of prey’ carpeted his way as he floated through the knighted sky. The stars he wondered looked brighter that he had ever seen them. Each dot marked its own territory on the black charred vacant sky. He felt a new life running through his veins. He flew again after a long and trying hide inside.

He spread his wings wide and beyond,
The first flutter, again, intoxicating, accelerating,
He touched life that night, he touched love,
The life within burnt like a knight’s final burst to survive,

He rose slowly; he was scared to fail his desires,
He wanted to fly, yet reserved about the pleasures,
He believed love had buried itself and departed,
To his surprise, it never was, it never would.

Go fly again, my oblivious unicorn!

Medekare revisited!

Ek machis ki dibiya mein mai.

Meelon bichey saapon par,

Sarakta sa, behta sa, chala jata tha,

Kuch masti mein, haathon se modi sadkein,

Parbat ke chehrey par muskurahat si rakhee thee,

Ek ek karkey oos ke panno ko hataya meiney,

Aur apney hi hathon se apna haath chudaya meiney,

Har koney har modh par bikhra sa who yauvan,

jaisey ghoonghat mein saji koi naye naveli shringaree dulhan,

Sharma rahe ho apney preetam ke intezar mein,

Un sunehri belon pe bandhee who teetar ki awaaz,

subah mere kano par dastak dekar jagaya usney mujhko,

Kehney laga, jao kho jao mere priyatam ke aalingan mein.

Phir se Kuch door tak chala tha mein unhee sadkon par,

Kuch harey se dooyein aur ek plastic ki botal ke saath.

Tu hi mera naam!

Kuch arz hai… kaheen bacha thoda karz hai,
Chukana hai karkey thoda thoda,
Janta hoon mein mera khud hona,
Aur hokar bhi na hona, ehsaas yeah khudgarz hai.

Kuch likhawati banawati baton se,
Kuch bantee simtee ahton se,
Ehsaas mein sarey pirota hoon,
Teri bandage mein banjarey sa mein khota hoon.

Hawaon mein ghultee se kushboo ki tarah,
Tera ehsaas mere maula,
mujhmein kaheen ghulta hai,
jadogar sa hai tu,
tera karishma gahde-ghade yoheen mujhpar khulta hai.

Kya gaoon teri tareef mein sadka?
Kya bataon rubaab teri had ka?
Tu allah hai, tu mula hai, tu Krishna, tu raam hai,
Hai tu nanak aur yesu bhi, unhee ke jaisa tu hi toh mera naam hai.

The ageless, aging lover....

Painted on the canvas,
Deep scared, violet lover,
Awaits his destiny,
Hiding beneath,
A doubted, voided cover.

Yet those smiles of ambiguity,
Render his face with an artificial happiness,
He scratches his soul,
Hard enough to scar the healing wounds.

He,
Who ought to find his self,
He,
Who needs to rediscover,
He,
Who awaits his destiny,
He,
The ageless, aging lover.

P.S- last few days i have seen a very close friend go through some turmoils that only i have been able to just scratch off the surface. He's begining to endure a quest. He's begining to unlearn, He's begining to learn again. This is my dedication to him. The ageless, aging lover! Chirag

meri fariyaad****

khuda mere mujhko kuch sila dey,
zarra hoon tera muujhko khud mein mila ley,
jooth hoon mein tera tu sach mujhko bana dey,
kadwaahat hoon teri, mithaas jaisa kuch bana dey.

terii saanson ko peeta hoon,
saaya hoon tera tujhmein hi jeeta hoon,
ghoont sa tu kuch mujhko bana dey,
suroor yeah sara tu mujhko pila dey.

bas baksh dey har uss baashindey ko,
jo niklaa hai tujhko mananey,
barkat kar apney sadkeyki,
mujhee se mujhko mila dey!

**** title credits: Sana Waheed
A recent friend whom i found through another friend. I thank her!!! both of them.

unquestioned affection!

last night was one of the most beautiful nights of my life. A friend gifted me with this uncomparable gift of heartfelt smiles wrapped in words (http://halime0607.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-special-person-in-my-life.html)
Halime shansheel. Her love for india is uncomparable to even the bygone freedom fighters that might have existed in this nation. Her passion and obession for india astonishes and reconfirms my faith that india ineed is heaven on earth. Shes from turkey and a huge or rather a humungous fan of 'vivek oberoi'. psst...! tell u a secret she came down to india for him. She met him at shoot of "misson istambul" in istambul, now u see the connection? nd yet again psst...! she also stars in the movie in a camio role as viveks wife. who's..............!!! ok i will not spoil the fun of the movie of the people who are reading this. So I am a 'star's friend'! :P

A star, yes she is. A star shining far away in the sky, glowing smiling in the dark. Her soul is free. She would find her peace sooner that later. Her innocence is captive. You see her dancing to bollywood numbers... u would sweat! its gets hot in there! :) she always complained that i never went with her for even one of those. Gosh! i was saved afterall... :)

well not that all she has written about me is true. Since she has written it I really could not out rightly reject that too! So i shall keep quite. Just the gesture of writing so heartfelt and so beautiful almost brought me to tears. but then i remebered 'tough guys don't cry'.. hehehhe! so i didn't.

for you my dear,
you shall always be close to my heart,
i shall always admire you for who you are,
i shall miss you too,
but i know, that you would come back too! :)