Mere silence is what I hear these days,
it's intensifying for the dusk in me to wait,
I keep asking myself,
where am I soaring to?
I feel my legs levitate,
An inch above the floor,
I see her shadows under moon's grace,
a gloomy night overhead,
Speaking to me,
in her embrace,
death in her words,
She'd warn me again,
Unknown to me,
Saving her at the cost I'm still paying,
I'd be dreading the moment for lifetime,
As the moment I lost my ribspaces...
"I'm a piece retained of my old self" ,
"everything that's new is what you've changed,
Everything new is dead n thirsty,
N I see my residues less loved... Loveless..."
It's an echo ringing...
Scars speak Braille...
Tilted heads weaving frosty threads,
Now spinning around my shoulder blades,
My hands, legs next,
The cuts from it's silver,
white it bled,
Mist in my breath escaping, screamed the same shade...
I'm a canvas painted white,
Wish My white had some reds,
my conscience has been craving the stains,
My cacophonous pale is impairing my gains,
For I'm too entwined in breathing warm soothes,
Amongst darkening burns and flames...
The darkest shade in my forgery,
is paler than limestone grey,
A finger across my skin,
you'll read stories of my scars,
They speak Braille...
Gar Kareeb tu hota,
Tere har khush Lamhe Ko tere haathon me mehndi ki tarah rang deta,
Khwaisheon Ko teri,
mere khwaisheon se dhak deta,
gar mere Khwabon se Naa mile,
Toh khud Ko tere savere me chupaun
Mannat meri har subah se,
Ki tere khawabon me kabhi aau,
Tere palkon tale,
Keh jaun, tu mera tu mera...
Tujhe mere beete kal ki yaadon me Rakhu,
Tu itna bhi khoobsurat waqt nahi,
Aane wale pal me mere pal du,
itna ooncha tera takht nahi,
Tere husn ki badaulat teri Udaan h,
Tere neele aasmaan me mere badalon ke liye jagah nahi,
Kaash tujhe yaad hota,
Sooraj se bachakar chaanv,
di tujhe in badalon ne hi,
Dua karta hu,
Waqt yeh kar jaaye sab Sahi,
Laut kr jab pass ayega tu,
Beghar tu hua h,
Mujhme tera ghar nahi...
Frozen breaths blasting my insides with cold,
Microscopic needles embedding my lungs are now starting to melt.
And yet, my cold eyes hopes for summer skies,
Says the rains are too dark for them to bask in,
That the nights won't bring them their shimmering blue streams,
breaking into tributaries,
Only to be met by the ocean that drains their tears too,
N they believe that's why the sky seems so familiar,
Maybe when someday they die, these two eyes too would find their place in a constellation,
One that'd bring hope for another set of eyes...
Waqt waqt pe badle log Safar me,
Aaj waqt ne hi kaayar Bana diya,
Jis sheher ki Roz mannate karta tha,
Iss seher use vida kar chala hu,
Ab raasta mera manzilein nahi khojta,
Bas kinaare khade in pedon Ko taakta h,
K kisi baarish me bheegte hue,
meri nazrein mude teri awaz pe,
Aur Ruk jau Wahi,
Par tujhese phir barbaad ho jau,
Kaayar ab nahi,
Tu toh beet gaya, beeta reh
Jeene ki thodi talab ab bas reh gayi h mujhme,
Ae khoobsurat waqt mere,
Tere Safar ke kai udhar h mujhpe,
Bache hue is Lamhe Ko mujhe,
Bekarz jee Lene de...
A feather shroud tucked over my head,
Red... Dripping down her blade
Let it shine under My blood moon
Let it quench it's thirst under heaving breaths,
Call me in, whisper my name,
I'm death, masquerading my stage,
Be the fire in my den,
Untill I'm burnt till core,
Screaming my agony all in vain,
for my bones still hold my meat,
N I would never know if there's another of such meet,
I'm tranquil n in vain,
Would you wait for Me?
I'll be here again....
I hope you find a perfect suit,
Thrift shops were never actually meant for you...
remember the sky under which I held your hand?
It remembers You...
There's a beauty in letting go,
I've never seen you so beautiful...
To reach my soul,
You don't need a path,
Everywhere you go,
You'll be coming to Me...
I'd reach out to you,
for all the breathe in thee,
I want it all,
what once belonged to me...
Kuch Raaz jhijhakte alfazoon me,
Mere hothon se yu behh Gaye,
Kya rishta h tere zikr ka,
Meri syahi ke in panno se,
Ek rooh rooh sa tujhe,
Mehsoos mai Kiya karta hu,
Tere intezaar ke waqt me,
Mai waqt mehfoos rakhta hu...
Every grain of my black soil holds a lifetime of my soul,
A fruitless seed still is the last thing that would grow in Me...
A lock restrained for my vile,
dark in these allies now in my drive,
I'm running to you in 15 frames,
Painting each layer after,
in some lighter shade of greys,
I Run to you sifting through my mist embossed gaze,
Your amber hair,
Leaving an afterimage of the now setting sun,
On my distant looking radiant face,
How the glass flows in time
Slowing down ahead of Me,
As if it were a race of fallen ecstasies,
in memory of older days,
I call upon thee,
A hesitant knock on your door,
Chances are more that it'd be Me...
Will you justify my skin this tight,
encroaching sun at late twilight,
squeezed nightshades in my right eye,
Purple black stain,
Under baggy eyes,
It's a no gain,
bit too many ties
Leaking nicked veins,
Needle razored knives,
In broad daylight
My weed white
now lemon pale,
I did a good deed
Yet again I failed
wanna cruze you
Under starless skies
I'm more than wise
Your curves are mine,
long I crossed the line,
Hungover me, talking destiny,
admitting what I believe
I only got two fingers under my right sleeve,
tucked in unnaturally,
Stained in mojito Grease,
My toxicity e...
I... The dead sea...
The salty sand under my feet,
reminds me of times the war broke inside me,
A memoir of how the water tasted sweet in my land,
of how this desert is the only remain of my legacy,
N now when I look at it,
it's a far stretched plateau I'm leaving behind,
like death passing in broad daylight through me,
All I'm left is a sack of bones crumbling, lips dry, crawling on my knees,
missing the feel of grass under my feet,
Missing the cool breeze through my breathe,
it's just a reminder of dried salt filled up my sleeves...
for I... AM the long forgotten Dead sea...
Unlike others who called your name,
I deserve more than being a petty Souvenir...
S T A Y . . .
Let them be your words or mine,
It hurts the same heart,
But since when did We stop trying?
I've told you, you'll always find me by your side,
Would you believe I myself have been dyeing,
in an essence that soothes those congestions in your head,
That don't let me reach in your depth,
I remember you like it was last week,
Your warmth, your lips, between my teeth,
I wish I could hold you some more,
it kinda hurts when you say it ain't the same anymore,
Under your decree,
it's your play
We'll do as you shall say,
Just tell me if I ask you to,
what exactly in Me would make you Stay?
Don't be my hope,
I'll make you my home,
Scare me away if it's not where I belong,
I'll fill in all those gaps left after you're done scratching on my skin, your skin coloured crayons...
A n d m a y b e i t t o o k M E l o n g ,
B u t d e a r ? , I h e a l e d ...
My eleventh hour...
These 11 hours with her,
Were like the kinda coke they sell the first timers to get hooked on,
As if I wasn't hooked on enough,
She was worth disrupting every bit of my peace...
I've been reading in lines under dark pits
Smoke lighting up my cove,
Sifting drapes through my seive
I'm uncertain if I might break...
There's something in these breeze that reminds me of you.
Everytime I breathe in,
There's a distinct line differentiating your cologne from the lay.
Maybe it's an illusion,
maybe my senses have elated,
it's just YOU...
My subconscious waiting for me to take over,
I don't wish to realise,
Shining in me is a love but grey,
My zeal to seal your breath,
Would they make me content?
numbers are all my measure for my wants,
Let me in my altered being
For I'm in sense searching for myself,
in my own flock..
LAND OF FALLING DEW...
I feel her presence once every moon,
In the air I sense,
more than just a dash of her century aged perfume,
My torquise lagoon tamed,
now difficult for her to soothe,
An amanous light reaching for me,
Is yet to reach the cacophony in a forest of falling spruce,
For today I recall her spree,
Avid to see those twinkling dots in the blue,
I'm a skin painted in rustic hues,
They read me on boulders lining lands of falling dew...
Ripped of my soul
I'm land parched dry
I fall breaking my roots weak,
For today, I DIE!
Halos in her eyes...
I keep telling you you've got those eyes,
That glowing skin in disguise,
If there's anything too eminent about it,
It has to be the unnatural way you glow,
Not like sun,
You glimmer like moonless starry skies,
I keep following,
those afterimages of your glowing eyes...