Zero-Tolerance-To-Venomous-Talks

Zero-Tolerance-To-Venomous-Talks—

Raise your hand people, who all hate Poison-Dipped-Heart-Searing-Taunts. Good heavens! I’m the first to raise my hand, the highest, cause if you ever ask me the ONLY THING I really hate, it’s definitely Taunting, making it very clear that I myself don’t do the same in return.

To bring the required lucidity to their pseudo-facts regarding my take on it, let me elucidate, neither I’m the ‘Aladdin Ka Chiraag’, to which they can willingly keep rubbing their tartness. For they wouldn’t gain anything from it, in fact, it might bring into play the risk of waking up the ‘Genie’ contained, and trust me, it’s not that goody-goody, and won’t ask for their three wishes, instead might end up turning them, and their ego into ashes, or rather coal, for the sake of the only chance of them being useful to the humanity in any damn way. Nor am I that stoic piece of furniture that would bear their snobby banging every time they pass by, rather a finicky  cushion-with-springs that would bounce back into their snorting face, and blow it off.

Still, every time they vomit their sourness, leaving me baffled, as to question the place they were born and brought up. Do the farmers there, use too much of pesticide in the crop, that they end up feeding poison to the natives. I sense consensus.

Anyways, what has been done is now done, but it doesn’t mean at all that they should continue with this fatal issue in their system. I got a piece of advice…Eat chocolates! That not only shall sooth their Venom-Soaked-Ego and Narcissistic disorder, but MIGHT sweeten their tongue too, hopefully!

Concerning the matter, I’m being generally questioned upon, and sneered at is—Am I comfortable in my skin? Oh yes! I'm…I don't need the feel, or feel the need of changing myself, et al, even if I dress in the rugs made of pesky, snobby, loner, and immensely introvert fiber...Me-With-Me, with a do-not-disturb note on the door, is my paradise...Wish to get an aroma of my world?…Come! Sit with me under the roof of silence, hold the cup of patience in your mystified fingers, and drink my thoughts, at your will!

 PS—I'm not poisonous, hence you shall return alive <3

Make Them Count

Something so vital, so decisive, taken often for-granted. Definitely a grant it is, from your parents—from a mother, who carried her heavy-sweltering-self through nine difficult months, from a father, who’d never missed a single sleepless night despite of having a sure shot toilsome morning. What is that grant? It’s the breath, the same breath which you were granted long back, while you were resting in your mothers' womb. The same breath you hardly give importance to, not as much as you give to the piece of land, or bank balance, you have inherited from your father, or grandfather- a grant as well, isn’t it?

Don’t know how many times I’d breathed in and out, while I write here, though I’m writing about the same. Easily coming gifts are never treasured. An irony, isn’t it? We mock the greatest gift, while being too much fussy about loving the other mundane gifts, for instance, high speed bikes, furious cars, cigarette, beer, dirty flings, sex, all these things, and more, drive you crazy. While you’re chasing a sucking job, a hot girlfriend, and an elite life, the only thing neglected is, nonetheless, your breaths.

I often come across posts like- Moms' love Vs. Girlfriends' love—Whom do you love the most and who loves you back MORE…They freak me out, and irritate me as if burning in hell is far better, rather than reading such posts. On no ground can one compare the love of a mother to a Girlfriends'. Mothers’ love is selfless, pure and to-remain-till-last-breath kind of, and a Girlfriends’ is more of a passionate, intense and live-to-love type. No doubt, you give preference to the later. Won’t blame you for that, love makes you forget the world, and parents counts amongst the same. But, when you’re willing to sacrifice your breaths for your Girlfriend aka passion, think once of the owner of the same. Yes, they own it, because they're the ones who'd gifted it to you, your parents.

Love is profound with whimsical effects on your sub-conscious mind, but don’t ever let it over rule you. Keep a track on your life, judging the direction you’re actually moving in. Traversing from this world to that is quite easy—Few drops of  poison, a rope, a knife or a railway track, anything would do the honor, and trust me, without any guilt, cause it’s you who is losing something precious, they’re just being a means to it. Hence, know the worth of it, before loss teaches you the same. Sure, we can’t count our breaths, but can make them count, isn’t it?

*** Neither I’m watching any irritating Godly channel these days (Trust me, I hate them as much as you do), nor do I really love to preach. Noticed something, and felt like sharing my views on it. Hope, it makes a difference to a few, the intended ones.

Wish Love Was Asleep

Wish Love Was Asleep

From amongst the many scattered shards,

You throne me moon—chosen from stars

Dream-spell wasted—was it even worth?

You never knew, but I'd belong to dearth

You made me ‘that’, and you made me ‘those’

Oh, why you hold me special—why so close

Never did they whisper the touch—the feel

Plucking the smiles—making the joy kneel

None did delve into, to unearth the hidden

Sneak-a-peek into heart—read the forbidden

You held my hand, and glanced into my soul

To comprehend my silence—decipher it whole

Alas, could I have told the depths—dark 'n deep

Only to hold you back, till, love is in sweet sleep

Fancy Killing

Pretense preserved—

Swanking recouped—

Silence pervades—Words suicide

Mass of dumb-boorish-egocentric-shit

Does your soul carry the ear to hear?

Breathing in the sloshing vain rhythm

Feet stomp at the fake tunes of past

Yearning to stuff your uncouth mouth,

Benign-words-dipped a piece of paper

Suffocate the void gasping of stale air

Sapped lungs emote your somber head

When your fidgeting arms drop dead

I shall—

Slit the icy-blue skin open,

To delve into your heart

To find you alive then,

Its’ a bewitched start…

Cracked-Rusted-Faded

The crack in my Vision

Saw its half burned face

A snap of my faded eyes?

Or, a fissure in tainted glass

It was there, and

Then it was gone

It would have sworn

On my dull thoughts

Dry Whisper echoed

As if it never existed

And, hummed sharp—

“All is now wasted”

Holding my hand loosely

Drew shapes on my palm

It gave me tingling then,

And now I set to qualm

Still have my open hands

Fingers warped to hold,

The invisible—the intangible 

Evening winds flowing past the town

Mourn the bent hooves of rusted gate

Gate guarding the stained glass walls

Friend, then lover and now a stranger

Carrying a fragile foliage of questions

What, when, where, whom—Oh, Alas! 

Yes, an Ode to You...

Here, embrace this little gold-key

Clutch it close to set my heart free

A key you always need to keep safe,

And turn at the motion of love-wave

I trust you with the treasure of my life

At your feet, breathing love to thrive—

Oh, ensnared girl, I'm a locksmith,

Keeper of all hearts, ruling the zenith

Sparkling keys crawling underneath,

Kissing, and bowing at my dark feet

Glare of my eyes can keep them still

Twist and turn, at the wink of my will

Direction that suits my mighty mood

As the time wings by, keys turn crude

Junk that I don't keep to ruin my castle

Rusted Iron-keys, a triumph too facile

Things of no use are better off to trash

Ticking clock knocks to offer afresh…

Excerpt from something called 'SOMETHING'

“I'm trying my limits, and thinking, how deep should I go without letting you know”

“You can go any length, till you don't drown yourself”

“I won't drown myself, because I'm familiar with it, may be a little less for now, but soon shall touch those damp darkened corners”

“Help yourself, they won't bite, the only thing I can assure you of”

“And, what if I drown?”

“You won't, if you trust me…”

“And, what if I really want to?”

“It isn’t worth drowning--not et al”

“Huh, you bet—Sweetheart?”

“You see the chasm…so do I…It can smell our fear--fear of loosing the grip, and falling into it, for ever”

“Does falling hurts?”

“It does, if you can’t resist the charm of it and plunge yourself deeper into the pain”

“I would love to taste it, the pain”

“Don’t lie, I see it in your eyes…you are afraid of something, may be”

“May be?—this is how you define Ambiguity”

“I would rather call it ‘Inhibition’”

“Call it anything, that wouldn’t change the extent of my longing”

“What is that I see in your eyes then? If not the fear”

“Of course it is fear”

“Fear of?”

“Not knowing you—losing you—forever—sweetheart”

“Oh, I love the way you play with your words”

“I love you too”

“Pardon?”

“What—oh, did I say ‘you’, whoopsie...I meant ‘yours too’”

“Mine?”

“Yes, you play with your words better than anyone I have ever known”

“On that note, I got something for you…want to hear?”

“Of course sweetheart”

“Here it is—Ransacking my clear-as-water thoughts, however deep you dive...swimming through the tides of my mood might seem easy and fun-to-do for now but, what if I tell you...Dear…the depth you fathom is still too shallow!”

“Oh my, I love it…I got something for you too…see if you can comprehend it, my love”

“Bring it on, and save ‘Love’ for later”

“I can, surely. Here it is—A hurried tryst of lips, burning in melting desire, exploring anything and everything coming in the way… to taste the heaven in each others warmth, the honey of passion, dripping and folded into much love and lust....a moment when they become one, to leap the physical boundaries...when the rest of their body is crying in sublime pain, pain of ecstasy that drives the urge to shun their rugs and let the velvet rub against each other...the moment when they wish to dive into each other’s depth to grab the most beautiful feeling, to jump into the chasm to catch the bliss of touching the stars on the seventh heaven ...to dissolve into each other’s arm…till eternity…”

“You’re impossible!”

“Come-on, call it what?”

“Jerk!”

“I call it a ‘Kiss’—Sweetheart”

***Sadia***

~ Yes, now I vision … ~

~ Yes, now I vision … ~

“I love your Almond shaped eyes,

Hazel of it rebounds the sunshine”

He said the words for the sixth time

Shunning the dull skeptic thoughts,

It again curved my lips into a smile ..

How guileless are his loving ways

Manifesting a bemused reflection

“Should I give my love-luck a try?

Falling for his words worth a shot?’’

He wouldn’t mirror the image of those,

Who, once called me their eternal muse

I’d breathe it much an incessant time

Betrayal doomed, trust took to slime ..

He wouldn’t parade his biceps or sedan

Dear clock ticks-tocks holding my hand

Sweeping away the nip, memory thresh

Oh, yeah —

His eyes look through my dainty flesh

Into my scared soul ... and beyond …

Yes, now I vision,

He makes me whole …

He makes me whole …

To-Be-Felt-Only-Thing

It is incandescent,

Luminous is its skin

Viral, its peculiarity

As in,

Creeping the thick wall

Tapping the hollow part

And,

Seeping into the cracks

The dampness of paint

It renders,

Scream and shout..

Mind play games, and

Tells you to hold it back

Mind's eye fools around,

Not letting you to fathom it,

For the depth boasted about,

Is still too frail and shallow

Hold my fingers and,

Let me enlighten your

HOW?

Fold that neatly into a half, and

Place your right onto your left

Feel the rhythm, the heart steps

If it's the To-be-felt-only-thing

Steps shall soon turn into flight

Fly to shy the wings of butterfly

Blood shall sing the godly odes

Of Purity banishing vanity,

And eternal platonic knots

Of forced parting and,

Chosen betrayal paths…

Romancing my Muse

@@@ROMANCE@@@

I'm listening to my heart,

To get to the right path

Why does it make you wince?

Pain-struck, chopped and mince

Why you say I got a squint,

And I'm chasing the flawed tint

Damn you-Darn you

God forbid

Is this all about you?

No, it's not

It's me and my muse..

So, just leave us alone

Cause

We're romance prone…

Kuch yun hi....:)

~ Woh khaali kona bhi bharta sa mehsoos hota tha,

Muhabbat se jab jab tune hath rakha mere seene pe!

Every void seemed filled, those chasms were bridged,

Warmth of your soft palm, when embraced my chest! ~

~ A dream I lived, as you came to my town,

Your sojourn my land, a mirage, is it not?

Tera aana bhi kisi khawaab se kam na tha,

Tera therna bhi saraab sa gumaan deta hai … ~

~ Ziddi patang ki uljhi tehniyon se, boliye kab pati hai,

Udana hai behad pasand usse, par phas kar sirf kati hai ..

Jo kate, kamzarf hawa ka haal e itminan phir dekhiye,

Ek barbad, to duja abad, baat ye patang ne bhi rati hai …~

~ They would ‘sigh’, when imprisoned is soul,

Why should they ‘sigh’, an enlightened soul ? ~

~ Na nikle dum, toh bhii 'aah' nikle,

 Jo nikle dum, phir kyon 'aah' nikle? ~

~ Daira ufaq pe baithe they, kuch surmai safed kabootar,

Seh-paher Mah jaga hoga, zaroor gutargun ki awaaz se ..

Mahtaab ke shabab O Shadab ke, jo charche har taraf hue,

Kashish madham padi aaj, ghusalkhane se aati awaaz se … ~

~ Ulfat e tarteebi, adaawat e mijaaz,

Jaan se gaye hum, tameez zinda rahi! ~

~ Jab bhi tujh main ghultin hoon,

Tab hi khud main ubharti hoon ..

Tu hi aaina, tu hi Jana aks mera,

Sarmaya 'gar, yun mehfuz hoon!

***Lover has been called a mirror, and hence, it says - Dissolving (looking) into you, lets me find myself (my image) ... You're the mirror, even my image (the reason of my existance) is you ... And if, I'm your wealth, I'm safe (as an image) in you ... ~

~ Qiwaam e muhabbat, chidak de yun tu mujh par,

Faqat jild bhi ‘gar chooye, meri qabar tak mahkegi  … ~

~ Sakoot harf awal, yun hi toh nai bane hum,

Apki aghaz-parwaaz thi, aur dhool hue hum … ~

~ Ikhtiyaar e tawaze ikhtilaf e Qaida e ishq yun kar,

Do ghadi ko tu ruthe, do sadi main tujhe manaun … ~

~ Tera jamaal e rukhsar, aur mere shaane pe bikhare tere baal,

Uff, ki reh reh ke meri zabt saadh ulfat, barhena hue jati hai! ~

~ Mujtahid rahi shuru se hi tafseeran e muhabbat ki,

Tu aaj bole hai ki mere unwan main bhi khot tha … ~

~Kabhi toda, kabhi joda, dil behla ke phir chorha wahin,

Pooche hai shab-o-roz ye aaina bhi, ‘Tu khilona to nahin?’~

~ Jis pechidegi se tu ne mujhe khud main uljhaye rakha hai,

Uljhe gesuon ko suljhana hi ‘gar kab kya asaan tha? ~

~Ek do misre sukoon-o-roshni ke dil gunguna le jaldi,

Waqt kam hai, andhera hote hi ghar ko lautna bhi hai!~

~Iss chaand se keh do ki yun shararat na kare,

Phir log kahenge ki aashiqon ko satati ho..

Uss hawa se kaho ki kuch aahiste chale,

Phir aashiq kahenge ki aanchal yun udati ho..

Kasam hai unn sarsarati tehniyon ko bhi,

Yun sarsara kar mujhe badnaam na karen..

Bol dena qadmon main charmarati pattiyon se tu,

Bikhri aabru ka tamasha yun sareaam na karen..

Phir tu fusfusana kanon main machalte khawabon ke,

Kehna ki, har ada ko behlana ab mere bass main nahin!~

~Woh khaali kona bhi bharta sa mehsoos hota tha,

Muhabbat se jab jab tune hath rakha mere seene pe!~

~Takbeer-e-arzoo hai, sun le ae musaafir,

Jo behed lamba safar hai toh aaj theher ja..

Iss basar uss shahar, na tera koi thikana,

Ek adh lamhe ki neend ko tu aaj yahin theher ja!~

~Hai kuch aisi sifat mere pyaar ki,

Be-lahu mujasma hi usko azeez hai..

Apni bebaak pasand par bhi hai usko naaz,

Kehta hai ki ek wohi toh har waqt kareeb hai!~

~Kab tak khush-mijaazi ka naatak main karoon,

koi badal hai ki kab tak aansun ab piyun?

Jo takmeel ho jaye uss ujade khawab ki,

Maut ko yun aodun, sukoon se main bhi soun!~

~Benaam Shayar ne bhi kya khoob tamaasha-e-kamaal kiya,

Bezubaan Shaayari shor karti rahi aur woh phir bhi chup raha…~

~Kyon aaj raat chaand se mehsoos hote ho,
Kuch peele kuch sard safed, aur utne hi door…~

~Chahna, na chahna, zayaar't-e-itmenan ka khel hai,

Fursat mili 'gar zindagi se toh zaroor khelenge…~

~Lutf ab khud ki saanson ka hum yun le rahe hain,

Gila rahega jinse ta-umar, unki khatir jee rahe hain...~

~Muhabbat ho hi jaani thi,

Zara ittefaaq jo rakhte

Yeh doori bhi mitt jati,

Silsila-e-mulaqaat toh rakhte~

~Koi keh gaya usko bhool jaane ko

Saans lene ki ada bhi ab yaad nai

Usse door jaane ka ajar ab dekhiye

Jaagte hue katin bezuban raaten kayi

Ki uske naam ke qaseede padha karte

Tasveer-e-sanam paas na toh na sahi…

Ki rakh rakhi hai

Dil ke aayine main tasveer-e-yaar

Jab zara gardan jhukayi, dekh li…~

Dekhenge aazma kar tujh ko bhi

Aane de daur-e-muhabbat kabhi!

Unki tang-dili ka andaaza yun hua humain

Woh tooti hui sadk aur chand chithde hue dil

Kal jo shaakista  they unke kadmon tale

Sisak rahe hain pevand sile kapdon main!

Woh hi raat, ek baat, aur chand malmal se khawab

Koi eklauta  harf agar gum hai, toh woh tum ho

Takiye ke aagosh main ab neend aa toh jaati hai,

Tere jism ki garmi ko bas yeh khawab taraste hain

Ek kaali syaahh raat aur kuch bikhare hue khawaab,

Marti hui muhabbat mere naam vasiiyat likh gayi...

Hai mera aks bhi sheeshe main machalta hua maghroor sa,

Gumaan ho chala hai isko, tujhsi adaayen woh bhi paa lega…

Pooche ab saya bhi ajnabiyon se naam-o-pata khud ka,

Ki maalik hi gumm ho chala hai yaadon ki galiyon main…

Bazar-e-muhabbat ki inteha-e-masroofiyat toh dekhiye,

Khabar nai padti aur khawaab bik bhi jaate hain…

Bohot masroof rehte hain, nahin fursat saans lene ki

Ehtraam-e-mohabbat hai, ki palken uthh nai saktin…

Hai ye ittefaaq ki hum donon ke khayalat kitne milte hain,

Maine tujhko hai chaha, tune bhi sirf khud ko hi chaha…

                                     *****Sadia*****

Word-Mermaid

Crevices ajared,

Nooks darkened

Words, floating void,

Slashed and drained

She is the daughter of the ocean

Her thoughts float-succinct, soigné

Message appears on the surface,

To breathe in the endurance

For the fraction of the second,

Dare you attune?

Anatomy of fancy sloppy breaths,

Sleazy, disguised and blurred

Wear the beads of blinking stupor,

To catch her dreamy glimpse

Trinkets-serene and svelte,

She has sworn to dance in

Diving deep and gulping the black hole

You got the strength to hold her and stop?

The sense you derive is fake and bony

Fathom the nude darkness and,

Reap to sow…

Kuch yun hi...

Ziddi patang si naazuk tehniyon main uljhi padi hai,
Kambakhat aisi ja fasi, na udati hai, na katti hi hai …

~Woh na mera hua, na khud ka hua,

Hua  tha jiska, woh hi uska na hua!~

Uljhi zulfen badhawaas nazaren hosh faakhhta

Fir alvida keh gaya beeti raat khawab main aake…

Kuch yun hue rubaroo zehen ki sachaiyon se,

Ki ab mukhtalif behoshiyan azeez ho chalin…

Kuch yun huin benakab zehen ki sachaiya,

Ki ab mukhtalif behoshiyan azeez ho chalin…

Sanjo rakha hai dil ke konon main alfazon ko,

Ki koi unsuni baat abhi baaki hai..

Kisse nazaron se bayan hua karte they kabhi,

Ab zuban pe aayi baat bhi be-maani hai…

Ek muddat se dar-o-darwaze khole baithe hain,

Suna kiye ki band dar aahton ko pee sa jaate hain...

Ek muddat se khule darwaaze se simte baithe hain,

Ki band dar tere aane ki aahat ko pee sa jaate hain…

Zindagi ne hazar gham diye,

Humne likh likh ke kam kiye..

Katra katra tapka, syahi ka rang liye,

Khoon-e-dil se kissa-e-haal likh diye..

Bojhil gar Karen, fir kaed kyon rahen,

Haawi jo hon, soorat-e-alfaaz hone den...

Tera aana hi kisi khawaab se kya kam tha,

Ab tera jaana bhi miraaj ka guman deta hai…

Nahin fursat yaqeen maanon humain kuch aur karne ki,

Teri yaaden, teri baaten bahut masroof rakhti hain...

Ki dekh teri Inteha-e-wafa ne kya haal kar diya,

Be-wafaaiyan teri chokhat pe sijda ab karti hain…

Mehek uthegi qabar bhi marne ke baad meri,

Teri Khusboo ne kab saath mera chorha hai…

Gar poochen log, Karen sawal mere bare main,

Bas yunhi muskura dena har baar ki maanind,

Ki bada sukoon meri rooh talak pohnchega…

Hai yaqeen uski har baat, har wafa, har waade ka,

Mila hoga hum se haseen, jo yun bhoole baitha hai …

Hua kuch yun asar is dil ki kashmakash ka zehn-o-zindagi par,

Yaqeen maano humain bhi jeene ka hunar bakhoobi aata tha...

Tujhe chahna hai gar nasaaz gunah teri nazron main,

Sazaye maut ke hai qabil ki yeh ab har pal hi hota hai…

Nighaon se pilana ek muddat tak kaam tha apna,

Phir hua yun ki uski baton ka nasha ab tak haawi hai…

Ruswaiyan hain, betabiyan barbadiyan aur tanhaiyan bhi hain,

Suna hi karte they mohabbat kisi badnaam shey ka naam hai...

Zindagi ko ab bas teri hi aarzoo hai,

Tere aane talak hi mohlat di hai saanso ko...

Jurrat ki hai tujhe chahne ki,

Sazaaye maut bhi ab kam hai…

Hum khwabon ke gulistan se alfaaz chunte reh gaye,

Tune yahan humari khaamoshi ke afsaane bun diye…

khushboo aur chand yaadon ke siva ab kuch na baaki hai,

Yaqeen na aaye to iss zehen-o-jism ki talaashi le lijiye…

Tujhse hi hai mera wajood, tu nahin toh main kahan,

Khudko pane ki justuju main dekhenge inteha khushfehmiyon ki…

Dar badar dar dar phire, bedar ishq ka bhoj lekar..

Maye ke pyaalon main dooba kiye,

Shab-o-roz bas yun hi jeekar

Sharab jab gham ko pee na saki,

Ravan ho chali nason main khoon bankar…

Bada hi shauk ho chala hai iss dil ko thokar khaane ka,

Tadapta hai, sambhalta hai, phir tadapkar sambhal jaane ko..

Har berukhi bhi teri ab isko apni si lagti hai,

Nadan hai ki tere zulmon ko bhi tohfa samajhta hai…

Kisi bache ke maafiq aaj bhi dil zidd par ada hai,

Tujhe chahna hai aur bas tujhko hi chahte rehna hai…

                   *****Sadia*****