Saturday, July 31, 2010

Silent Eyes.

They don't speak a word,
Unlike the others out there,
But I still believe,
There has to be a story they tell..

I never really got a chance
To look deep inside them ,
The only ones, I ever wanted to,
It just didnt happen, Who do I blame?

Sometimes when my gaze happens to ,
Meet my Eyes in the mirror,
I see them tired, and uninterested,
In reciprocating to him who they belong to.

They've been the same ever since they saw you,
And they demand for the same sight all the time,
They know I cant fulfill this wish of theirs,
They don't see anymore, just dream of you all the while.

They've stopped praising other forms of beauty,
They don't even admire red roses and blue skies,
But they flutter, and retreat shyly,
At the thought of one day meeting your eyes.

Leave out the rest, Give them a chance,
The ones who roll still worlds into motion.
Come down to this corner of the Earth some evening,
Raise a toast to them, To their non-stop admiration.

With your consent, let me now sneak into this scene,
As I confess , keeping aside all the lies,
I do wonder what would it be like,
The day when I look into your eyes!

Saturday, July 24, 2010

A Man of his words.

I fail to come up with any estimate, 
Of the words i've spoken since I learnt to do so,
Weird it might seem, a worthless thought, 
That's height of joblesness, I know! 

But during these jobless moments of my day, 
When everything else fades away,  
They refuse to leave me alone, 
Words- written and unwritten, spoken and unspoken..

I wonder how peaceful would this world have been,
Had there been no words communicated ;
I feel this urge to disown  all of them, 
Words that destroy peace, make things complicated.

Lost in thoughts of a world without any words, 
Am broguht back to this real world- " Bhaiya Chai".
See! Words don't even let you think about peace, 
Let alone, experiencing it , now you know why!

My attention is drawn towards a flock of birds returning home, 
They race away screeching at the top of their voice,
I wish I could reach for their necks, and choke them to death, 
Something that they deserve for making all that noise.

But now they've passed, and it's again silent around,
A silence that symbolises peace, the peace we chase.
But this no longer seems pleasant, I order another tea,
I want some words around, 'Addiction' my logic says.

I hit upon a realization, something I always knew, 
The only ones who sleep in peace are the dead, 
Peace is Death, as is silence, ours is the chase,
I breathe deep, Feel alive, with words pouring into my head. 

I guide them to the deepest chamber of my heart, 
I'll never lose them now, They'll be safe here, 
I promise them , You'll be forever mine, 
I'll stand by you, no matter who u go to, Remember I care.

I imagine again a world devoid of words, and smile, 
Looking back at my imagination of a graveyard like place.
The truth is life would not be life, without words,
Let them flow in through all corners, pumping up the chase. 

The glass is now empty, A reason to get up and move, 
Pen down some words waiting to be shared . 
I move on and type them down , Just to let them know, 
No matter what they do, I still cared. 

Cared because they give me evenings like the one today, 
Cared because, when all left, they were still here.
Cared because they add new dimensions to my existence, 
Cared beacuse they know it all- every little wish, every disturbing fear. 

What an experience this has been, 
An evening down the street.
Lessons learnt and laws forgotten, 
Words pervading a mind discreet.

I was busy killing time, having tea, 
and watching home bound birds. 
When in the blink of an eye I realised, 
I have been a MAN of my WORDS!

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Ending it with a smile!

Don't raise that hand, keep it wrapped in your pocket,
A wave of a hand, doesn't make anything easier.
So keep that goodbye for someone who takes them, 
Leave as you wish, But don't wave that hand here. 

Perhaps the beginning was never meant to be, 
And so let it be, The end is now here.. 
That which ends, never really existed, 
An end is all that it deserved, why care?

Forget the romanticism this world likes to live in, 
Where Endings are always happy, And so are you..
Rewind your life , and see for yourself, 
If these stories and poems are actually true? 

Happy endings are disguised beginnings, 
Ends that you enforce to make a new start;
Each story that ends or begins, has two characters,  
One playing his game, The other meagrely his part.

We've lived in this illusion for a while now, 
But the myth is now shattered, It's time is done.
You don't have to pretend , That you cared, 
Nor make it bearable , by saying it was fun;
This is a failed world, Each broken piece testifies, 
An end is an end, There never was a happy one.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Your Hands in Mine.

"What would it be like, if one fine morning you wake up,
To live a dream that you used to see while asleep?
We have always talked about reality being so mean,
So harsh yet so awaited, So obvious yet so deep!
But Dreams shall be meagre desires unfulfilled,
Until they get real, and you know how does it actually feel!
Close you eyes, and dream about that fine morning,
When a dream is broken, Just to let you experience it in real! "
~ ~ Aslam Baba

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Faithfully yours.


A million things I want to say,

But When I do not find a way ,

I pen down it all on a blank piece of paper,

And it happens to take the form of a letter;

I don’t know whom to send it to,

I feel giddy, Having no clue what to do..

I read it aloud to myself then,

Fold it back, and place it under the pen;

I look at the blank envelope on the bed,

Its ugly, It was supposed to be addressed!

i reach for the letter and open it again,

We don't give up, right? We are men;

I Write down something about the pain ,

Of the envelope not bearing a name;

I smile to myself when I realise,

The envelope still lies blank,  in front of my eyes;

But I decide to finish what I started,

It deserves an end, an effort that was whole-hearted.

I don't write anything more,

Am blank as the envelope, to the core;

But something inside heavily pours,

As I sign it off - Faithfully Yours!

Friday, July 2, 2010

Sabse peeche hum khadey !

[ DISCLAIMER- This article is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any person- living or dead.. :) ]

Life's been a race for us all, from the moment we opened our eyes.
And we've been racing, aimlessly, leaving behind all hues and cries..
Few amongst us are born racers, I was lucky I was one..
But long before I could finish the race, My sprint was done..
I had been racing really fast, to the joy of some, envy of the rest..
Until one day, I felt, I had done it all, I was the best!
What followed was my decision to retire from the field,
Yes, I had thought well over it, the decision was sealed..

What an experience it was, Life sans the race part,
Peaceful, jovial, and serene, if not street smart..
For I dumped the racers, and settled down with people who seemed more humane,
I termed them as friends, this whole friendship thing was driving me insane,
For I had spent all my life chasing one goal after another,
Crushing anyone who came in my way, without thinking any further..

But now, The chasing boy , had grown into a retired man,
And the desire to excel , gave way to a broader game plan..
I set out to meet people, watch them emote, hear them speak,
To see if Life was all about the race, or something out of the league?
That was where life actually started for me, As I kept growing wiser,
And there was no question left, for which I didn't have an answer. .
The only truth worth mentioning that I uncovered was that,
Life is only a race, and all humans meagre racers, nothing beyond that..

I made up my mind to resume the race from where I had left it,
Heh.. But life gives no second chance to mice, and men who quit..
Alas.. I had no other choice but to sink into my arm-chair..
Enjoy whatever was left for me , in life, Even if i didn't find it fair..
I termed this part of my life, as joblessness.. And learned to live with it..
Showed the middle finger to the Creator, who thought I was finished, I had quit..
I have had my own fair share of reasons, to enjoy this life the way I wanted to,
They came scattered in phases, and One of them , my friend, was you!

Someday, If you happen to take a break from the race you've been running,
and you need to share your success-tales with, some known harmless being..
You might not find him around, Just cut through the crowd..
An old Silk Route song shall guide you through, playing out loud..
Persuading you to chuck out the crowd, and leave aside the race for a day ,
If you find yourself lost, You'll find your way, when you hear a voice say,
" Duniya ki iss bheed mein , Sabse peeche hum khadey"..

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