clouds crown
the mountains

in drifts
of grey

and white
they twist

into sticks
of lightning

mist
into whispers

of thunder
uncountable dragonflies drop

and rise
to announce

such skin
and the rain within

to day
past or future
not staying.

I rarely talked about love
Because the word "love" in a sentence is really sentencing by itself.

I miss you
I love you
I’m drunk
and I can’t think straight

My world is falling apart
Because I can’t stay sober without you

scratch on the wall
scream in the halls
this is an asylum
revile him
beguile him
let me out
please

जब सोचा मैंने
अचानक
विदूषक
अर्से से हंसी-मजाक नहीं कर रहा।
मैं बड़ी देर तक
उसकी इस मनोदशा को महसूस कर
बहुत बेचैन रहा।
वह जगत तमाशे से
अब तक क्यों दूर रहा ?
वह दुनियादारी के पचड़े में
अभी तक क्यों फंसा नहीं है ?


फिर भी
आज ही क्यों
उसकी हंसी हुई है गायब ।
जरूर कुछ गड़बड़झाला है!
क्या दुनिया के रंगमंच से
अपना यार
जो लुटाता रहा है सब पर प्यार,
रोनी सूरत के साथ प्यारा,सब से न्यारा
विदूषक प्रस्थान करने वाला है?

मैं जो भी उल जलूल, फिजूल
विदूषक की बाबत सोच रहा था।
मेरी कल्पना
कहीं से भी
सत्य के पास नहीं थी।
वह महज कपाल कल्पित रही होगी।
एकदम निराधार।

सच तो यह था कि
अचानक
विदूषक ने
खुद के बारे में सोचा,
मैं अर्से से हंसा नहीं हूं,

तभी पास ही
दीवार पर लटके दर्पण को
विदूषक के दर्प को
खंडित करने की युक्ति सूझी।
उसने विदूषक भाई से
हंसी ठिठोली करनी चाही।

सुना है
कि दर्पण व्यक्ति के
अंतर्वैयक्तिक भावों को पकड़ लेता है,
उसको कहीं गहरे से जकड़ लेता है।

यहीं
विदूषक खा गया मात।
दर्पण ने दिखला दी थी अपनी करामात।
उसके वह राज जान गया,
अतः विदूषक हुआ उदास।
और उसकी हंसी छीनी गई थी।


कृपया
विदूषक को हंसाइए।
उसके चेहरे पर मुस्कान लेकर आइए।
आप स्वयं एक विदूषक बन जाइए।
३१/०५/२०२०.

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everyday i wake up and i’m reminded -
people will never be there like they said they would,
you can’t make someone understand;
you can’t make anyone care.

it doesn’t matter what you’re facing,
it doesn’t matter how many times you warn people.
as soon as you need more than you can give,
everyone’s opinions change.
if it’s not about them -
no one's listening.

it doesn’t matter -
if you paint your fears on the walls.
it doesn't matter -
if you claw for support on chalkboards.

you could say you had a plan,
unleash all the demons.
you could try to beg,
you could try to plead,
doesn't matter.

it'll never matter.
you'll never matter.

you can’t make someone understand;
you can’t make anyone care.

The moonlit sky hovers
a dark and empty street
A night submerged with wonder
and stillness

In a blissful voice, the night sang
about a faraway land,
where the pastures danced
and summer was everlasting

Lustrous knights roam the land
and the goblins lurks in the shadow
Like the darkness I lay on
As my bones relish in the calm
of this wonderful night

Another kiss on the cheek
like a bus it hit me
there is a first time
and a last time
for everything
blood lips after skin
with newfangled revenge
from the age of once to heaven
in a space
where winter gathers momentum
a man such as I
seeks a clean slate
for your kissered-become
are colder than pain
at a point far beyond zero
my heart must melt the blizzard
as my Love for you
muster upward
counting the years
your tears
my rain.
Then heaven I shall enter
albeit waiting on you
are solely in vain.

ouch my chest hurts
my head is spinning
all I can think
is what if this is it?

I don't understand.
this has happened before
I've lost you and found you
why does this bother me more

ouch my chests tight
my head is foggy
all I can think
is what if I never see you again

The box in the attic unfolds a story of
old memories from a kinder time
And a tear falls down the man's cheek

We stare at empty light
Look at fake pictures
Pretend that everything
Is just okay

We watch pointless videos
Mindless entertainment
To fill the endless void
The people have created

We don't know what to do with ourselves
To keep us occupied
We don't know what we like
We don't know how else to hide

The world is ending
People are dying
We are all stuck
In a fake world

Just zombies
Trying to cure ourselves
Of the terrifying void
Outside

if time heals all wounds
then my clock is broken

My love for you fills the expanse of these mountains
Through the valleys to
The bottom of their rivers to
The highest peaks brushing the skies and
Splitting through clouds to
Flooding every stream and
Passing through the undergrowth to
Nurture the trees and
Creating forests and
Filling the air Intoxicatingly and powerful to
Carving paths that will always
Lead me back to you.

We all have a role to play
Function to perform
Within society
We try to be
A little less forlorn
About the whole entire
Universal
Existential
Crisis
Seeking purpose
From the worthless
Void
That even now
Must write this
Affirmation
Of self-righteousness
What validates the strife
A simple note
A memory
And in totality
Is life

The moon comes to me,
at once with melancholy.
Like old friends.

You held my hand with both of your hands,
as if you were telling me to trust every process we’ve been through.
You hugged me tight,
as if you were asking me to stay.
If the world asks for it, then I would nod as an answer.
With a smile on my face.

But, I know.
Our hands touched gently,
as a reminder that this is all over.
The hug we shared,
as a reminder that this is (maybe) our last goodbye.
The world asks for it.
It is what it is.

We made a deal, the world hasn’t ended yet.
Then I'll be happy about it.

No one listens
when you talk
in black and white
Only when
you color
the conversation
can you get them
to think twice
Black or White
they fight back
Turn to color
sweeten truth
Make it smell better
they hear only
what they want
Their minds
have become
untouchable
There is only
Silence
now
in the black
and white

You tore me apart
And said you love me
Getting drunk
Is that a way to reset my life
Will that cure my heartache forever
His smell on my dress
still stains my heart
I love you all again

i wonder what i would’ve been like
if i learned to love myself
instead of being taught to break down every little atom and put it on display
just to be torn apart

At the door comes a knock or a beating
That demands an uncomfortable greeting
So you hide from the guest
And deny the request
For this most unavoidable meeting

That girl sitting there
is a beautiful tragedy
her mind is an aghast
her body
is her grave
her bones
ache
while her throat is being strangled
whats wrong with her mind
cant ever be untangled.
she,
is a beautiful tragedy

A long road
Reaching to Destiny
Satisfaction

I hate when they say,
“ Now, you truly look happy!”
You never saw me then

Why do we poison the air we breathe,
The water we drink,
The soil beneath our feet?

The stars, aloof and ancient,
Smile down with silent knowing,
As we unreeve our cradle's threads,
And stain the blue with our discord.

Why do we strip the forests bare,
Choke the rivers with our refuse?

In the lap of the Milky Way,
We are a fragile gem, unique, irreplaceable.

Yet, we smother the sky in smog,
Turn the seas into desolate deserts,
As if we could find another oasis
In the cold expanse.

Once, we cherished the golden dawn,
The twilight’s tender embrace.
Now, we blindfold our eyes
To the beauty we obliterate.

Why do we forget our duty
To nurture, to protect, to love?

Our home, the whispering Earth,
Begs for compassion,
Yet we answer with apathy.

There is no other refuge,
No second chance among the stars.
Our planet, vibrant and alive,
Cries for mercy,

Yet

We plunder,

We pillage,

We proceed.

In the silence of the cosmos,
A solitary plea resounds,
Why do we destroy the only home
That cradles us, in infinite bound?

Because even a long summer day
Isn’t long enough to harvest hay.
We modern folk must lose
A lovely hour to snooze
Or botch our Sunday reveillé.

Moved there to move their heart
Worked there to move their heart
Lived there to move their heart
The heart did move,
But for someone else...

I lose my shape, shattered
In turmoil, deeply battered
Beneath my veil, head bowed and tattered.

I lose my way, defeated
In steps that forget to plead,
In anger blind to its misdeeds.

O Master of the Universe,
I am lost,
Forgotten the path of obedience.

O Ruler of the Horizon,
At Your door, I knock in submission,
To embrace the light of devotion.