Oh Bee !!

I came across a beatuful piece of photo capture by my friend vidyut and thought of this two lines... truly, Web is remixability. Web is about 'my 2 cents'...

"the essence and the essentials, for you its the one
we live through a mistake and end up finding none".

companion-de-catharsis

Those who matter just a ring away, away they are…
the ring is tall and ring is strong, ring we got into and spectacle is on

With each applaud, jumping through the hoop
like blind folded trying to complete a loop
The circle of pleasure refuse to get a closure

trails to mirage never leave a trace for other
Each has to walk his own journey be the king or pauper

pushed the envelope too long, now collapse within
Like a star who forgot to shine
or a cursed genius of classic old time

At least a shooting stars fulfils a wish
Here I create and forget a thousand piece
each so complete but sum total a big miss

I pocket my pen, deep in thoughts once again
Have been my companion-de-catharsis,
no new yet no one knew its pain

Remorseful I write, I sing when in delight
In doubt I shut up, And then I bottle up

The lucky ones get happy with the map for the world
Rest cook a private hell and live like no rules hold

discounted refinement

Sometimes I feel you can be either articulate and feel happy or escape to be a poet and seek refuge in the discounted refinement of thought and stay perpetually thirsty. I hate to become nevertheless becoming a clipart junkie who is trying to put together a collage.

hit and duck in the game of blow
be a meek or simple its way to grow
power play is on try and understand
Pawns we are, you sit or you stand

I have been a gifted fool sofar
see dejection in ashoka's eye even before the war
piggy bank the pain know not since when
shatter it into raptures to start the count again

endure we must

The filth and degenration all around me..
am losing my ability to disgust
what have become of this collective dream
aint a perfect world, its all we got and endure we must

Sandstorms

One believes in beauty of dice, the other in conscious act of creation
whichever shore I stand, freaking other looks a perfect illusion

conviction in either erode as scheme pattern irony make a crisp gestalt
when the humblest and the earnest bend down to the tragedies of lie and fault

thoughts lie down stranded and stare me in face,
eyes pleading for higher scheme to this maze,
but when..and then I go aghast
sandstorms in time altering the scapes of my past

nothing personal about loans... :)

कर्जे जो उठाये हमने बाज़ार से
हमारी जान की दुआ करने वाले बढ़ गए....
बेहिसाबो मे रहना सीखते गए यूँ ही
गिने गिनाये जीने मे क्या ख़ाक मजा था

Light Bulb Moment

mind in thoughts, eyes in blank stare,
a step after another, matching lines of the floor

frantic run on a mill, still going nowhere,
light bulb moment eludes, nothing seems clear

O Soulmate !

O soulmate, of denied existence
let me find my soul first
the glass shoe I'll then take around
from city palace to that remote hut

As I look for you all around
Its more a search of lost self
somewhere within and without
a mute perfection waiting to prevail

Handful of salt thrown either way
safe shores, see'em all receding away
the pain and the pleasure of love labor
realm unseen unknown, into we both sway

Time hi to nahi hain...

Don't have it on my wrist
got it strapped on my mind
a scarce resource they always say
hard pressed paupers of every kind

Reflections

Stick-out my forked tongue, I need a constant affirmation
I thieve on flattery, limelight and all that adulation
Am I getting more responsive, and so less immune
lose my yesterday on every passing reflection

Part time soul

4 am poet and a part time soul
much ado about a perfect hyperbole
feather-weight champion can't stand this wind
each realizing potential dwarfing me within

Sweet Phony

Hands and limbs, tied to the strings
Bright blue screen behind, freedom to dream
Get wide awake, let the body sleep on
well, the clever Ad gets it all spot-on

Ephemeral never fail me

a living without a grand scheme,...
Appy, watermelon and latte with cream

episodes of ...sun moon and twilight,
the feisty, the fragile and the delight

but the ephemeral never fail me,
and square one is the end of each journey

misplaced aesthetic

Poetic Justice, once again a misplaced aesthetic
hard hitting realism, crumble so soon to bits
self reinforced belief, a dear delusion
frenzied race to nowhere, you me and every fucking one.

O Asad

Me my companion, they say lonely,
It’s the very anvil of poetic if only
Deep dent me, o Asad, it’s you to blame
Let this half baked soul put to the flame

एहसास-ए-तुफ़ां किनारे से नहीं आता
इश्क-दा-जझ्बा दबी कशिशों में नहीं आता
सदियों कि खलिश और पल मे छुटकारा
रंगीन दिल को आसां रास्ता नही भाता

Free translation of Nida Fazli's poetry

hardly did I change,
am still the same
met so many,
but strangers we remain

surrender myself
to words and color
doesn't we all have
the golden despair

quest is one thing,
so is the reaching
a lot is between
the eye and the dream

.... some lines are free translation of Nida Fazli's poetry... rest by yours truly

Liars Paradox

Everyday ends dawning the meanest truth of our lives
Like a Liar's paradox, either which way it but defies

The observer and the observed, elude the order
I regain the senses and embark the journey of forever

Lets Face it

I disown my thoughts, see them from a distance
wonder was that me or just a part of my past existence

I humble to the one, adorning thousand metaphors - not one even close
I try to know it, understand it, than believe it or lean to its grace

Many paths go winding into this last womb of possibilities
a speck on the vast scape, thats me with my bare necessities

Lost curve

Dreams too grimly realistic, the dreamer choke
the only road to salvation, thus hits a block

Poetry getting starker than the geometry
theme, form, expression, intent all setting free

A life shaped by the exigencies of living
connecting the dots the curves loose their spring