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*****

Bed Tea-se

Monhegan's Schoolteacher, 2004 by Jamie Wyeth 

Moonlight spun strands veiled from dewy-eyed Sun
Or, the poetry book, open at the page you left unread

Bare pearl poised skin, with pristine angelic bosom

Or, an empty chair across the unpolished wooden table

My parting lips or, the hum of my warm-honey-tongue

Tousled bed-cover unraveling my modesty-much-siren

Or, the tranquil snow patiently kissing the naive-horizon

The precious sight from the gold-dust tainted glass

Or, the melting warmth that the blatant candle renders

Anything or,

Everything

To beseech your hushed heart

To offer to your matted thoughts…

Shall I wait for you?

On the late night dinner, of course…

I am sharing this poem with Mag 165

Love-Blues

Monday morns, giving me blues

Specks of solitude nip my longing heart

Love revamped, passion chose to preen

Prancing to the lonely dark nooks

And, it feels novel - so new

All I wish is to have you

Come here, come near

Beauty lay veiled, so much to unfurl

Yearning for the moment...

Kisses and hugs,

Treasure unkempt in the Garden of Eden

Rob me of my full silver moon

I am impatient, 

Dying with every aching breath...

Homecoming

I didn't - no - never saw a Dead

Then I saw him lying there

HIS Brutal fist was again at work

Squashing ripe tomato must be tad fun

My drowning heart, lingering to beat – to throb

Inhumanity, ruthless word once heard,

Dancing with its dark dreadful eyes gaped

He lay there devoid of his brain and eyes

As if they never belonged to him, ever in real

And, so-called-humans found it cool to click and flaunt

Was that the right time to set your angle and flash?

A son, a brother, a husband, a lover

How many things he must have - wished to be

For now, so many things he - failed to be

Screams swarmed and bellowed in my clogged throat

I wanted to yell, snap at their cell phones

Then a whiff of stale - no, not stale

Cause blood was still oozing from his cold head

Freshly-blood-stained air gushed pass my hair

Hallucination must be, it'd whisper in my ear

And, might be to the half-dead conscience of all standing there

I heard, I felt or my mind's eye was again at play

HE scorned his creation, mumbling in disdain

“Thou a'rt human by my choice,

Thee shalt be Inhuman in thy ways,

Thy conscience is a warmer place,

For Shaitan seeks warmth to thrive,

It shalt suck away all that thee possess,

Churning it into as-cold-as-dead-breaths,

Take heed to that kind of Homecoming

For Malicious is the trait of thy guest”

Sluggish sultry smothering realism dawned 

Quiet as feather, savoring the wind's flow

Lulling my awakened conscience to sleep

Callousness, malice, egocentricity, apathy

That's the sieste’d humanity is in thrall to…

***Sieste'd- Enjoying an afternoon nap on a hot day ( World is at peaceful rest 

                         when its hot and burning everywhere)  

      Shaitan- Devil

      HE, HIS - GOD ***


I am sharing this poem with dverse Meeting the Bar: The Unfathomable

Blaming the Butterfly

“What is it that you are holding in your hand, baby?”

“Mamma, it’s a GAARRL pin”, my 3 years old couldn’t even say the word GIRL right

“And, where did you get it from, Baby?”

“I snatched from her, and now it’s mine” his voice sturdy and tight

“My baby would give this back to the girl tomorrow, won’t you Darling?”

“No..No..I won’t, It’s mine and only mine” came his daring reply

He ate, played and slept clutching the pin in his tiny but gritty fist

The beautiful pink coloured butterfly tucked on the pin is to be impugned

It must have grabbed my baby’s attention and made him filch

Nit-picking shall annoy me, fostering the heart of a loving mother

But, a woman’s instinct gets nickeled with palpable fear dainty as a feather

A knot in my gut got tied with the occurring thought of might-be repercussions

Is that it or will I be witnessing such instances more, am I being paranoid?

Nuance it may seem, but my quivering mind fathoms deep farther inside

His ‘claiming Habit’ gave me chills

He might do it to feel that ‘Manly thrill’

Trust me all flawlessly beautiful girls there

He shall be charming, natty, genes shall thrive

What clenches my throat is the Time tested fact

Vanity swaps sanity

Hence, dreadfulness stabs

He might clasp and claim the same girl’s honour, like the pin fancied him once

Oh, He is a nascent bud, three years old still savouring the bright shades of life

He being palette and me a palette-knife

Mixing, applying or scratching the erroneous colours is my craft

I shall not let him cherry-pick and paint the canvas of life with flaws

I am and shall be savoir faire

He shall revere the ‘Platonic Love’, not ‘Noxious lust’

Pin he yanked is broken with butterfly lying apart

He shall soon absorb the lessons of his life

And no butterfly or nubile would ever get hurt…

Bon Appétit

Oh, you know her and have seen her wandering eyes

Her fidgeting chest carrying a half palpitating heart

Half of it is already so numb, more over thwart

Soul dripping in ink too dark to make a baffled note

If she writes, muddled letters stain the spotless sheet

She artlessly leaves a mark where ever she steps,

But...Alas, as fate would have it

Renaissance never followed, what follows is only dearth

Vulnerability is so juicy,

Melting on your tongue, as

Mozzarella on pizza crust

Little Cherub becomes a malicious mammoth,

Cheesecake so richly silk to make you hover

Don't tell me that you have no desire to taste it

You know it shall rouse your dead leach senses

Instigate you

Entice you

Incite you

Linger to your sedated mind, enveloping it in a cocoon of succulent pleasure

Chef-d'oeuvre, a magnificent feast to dine upon

Be an unprejudiced basilisk, suck away all her aching breaths, but,

Look for the juice dripping from your smoldering smirking lips

For staining the chenille might leave a sign of your scrupulous sin

Do let me know once you are done with that aphrodisiac THING

Is she still taking that vicious agony stricken lurching Breaths in?

Is she still alive?

Anyways, Bon Appétit...

  ***Chef d'oeuvre- a masterpiece
      Chenille- velvety fabric
      Cherub-an innocent child looking angel with wings
      Basilisk- a mythical reptile whose look or breath could kill***

I know no New Season

Yes, I do know and, I'm very sure

You want me not, no anymore

Can you be a little patient,and

Shall we wait for a New Season?

Then we might fall apart

And walk a different path

Will you talk to me for a while?

And, let me hear your Last Smile

The Last Blush of your cheek

That makes my knees go weak

Still how can I make you stay here?

Feelings furled and nothing I bear

But, this is no good time to drift away

For searing summer season is on its way

Parched lips and cracked surface beneath

A glint of love and a drop of mist to breathe

The Girl flaunts her nut-brown tan to her friend

Soil thrust its chest oozing with love to attend

Won't you be the last thunder shower? 

Quench and spell cool the blood flower?

Autumn might soothe, enliven the dying blossom,

And bring some respite to burning heaving bosom

Falling leaves emulate forsaken love billow

Wish to be left naked as a weeping willow?

Winter coldly shouldering howling winds and snow

Will it be able to endure the burden of Icy teary woe?

No, no, no, trust me it won't…

They can't ever and they don't…

Poets shall wait for the season of romance to arrive

When the beautiful nature's tender buds fondly revive

Cheerful chirpy songs of spring birds freshen the withered air

It's the time for love to flourish wildly, can you even forswear?

Love is no less than the holly, always red, prickly yet evergreen

New Season needs callous inception, where love shall demean

Still if your efforts to slay the love go in vain

Wait for the day when I shall feel no more pain

You will be an achiever, a loveless winner, a warrior buoyant

Isn't defeating love and finding New Season, a triumphant?