भेड़िया
भीड़तंत्र में स्वतंत्र
एक भेड़िया
पहन वस्त्र विचित्र
विहीन चरित्र
आत्मा मूर्छित
वसुधा कुंठित
जहरभरी जाह्नवी
बिक गया हर कवि
धुंदला रवि
मदमस्त भस्मासुर गा रहा
बहरे श्रोता
समझे चीत्कार को मल्हार
झूम रहे खाके
जड़ी बूटी
किसी का सर कुचला
किसी की कमर टूटी
समय बदलेगा
हमेशा बदला है
इतिहास ने किसको बख्शा है
बख्शीश देने वालों को भी नहीं।
Dec 15, 2021
Dec 15, 2021 at 12:26 PM UTC
I was always a seeker
of deeper meaning and truth
no matter how painful they might be
because nothing else could promise liberation
you either play inside a cobweb
or break it
For me the cobweb took little longer
to untangle but at least it did
Shall I indulge in grief
for the time wasted
or listen to the loud voice of
my fearless eternal soul
not a hard choice as
reconnection is already made.
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
Words have just meanings
Actions are just doings
Time is just a line
Music is just a sound
They are all dead
Unless they have nuances
Which make them alive
Pulsating, vibrating,
Inhaling, exhaling
Life....
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 5:13 AM UTC
I have a strong urge
to purge fallacy
of my own and others
of my kindred soul
and my brothers
the shackles you see
are barely there
But those inside
your mind
rattle your soul
Using truth as sword
Justice as shield
Martyrdom awaits
In the holy battlefield.
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 1:54 AM UTC
You are his first friend
I was told by his mother
The house had an iron grill
Nobody was allowed inside
Only those who would not judge
The roof was leaking
A bucket was kept
To protect the floor
Made of mud
Yet they were good people
Full of faith and character
and hope
You both are like brothers
She told later
I brought books for him
I fought for him
Gave him whatever I could
Let him do things I could not
Fate took a different turn
He found success
I failure
One after another
in relationships and life
25 years on
when I had nobody to turn to
He came forward
with a helping hand
Without a word
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 12:57 AM UTC
I have seen times
and places
From where
Getting out was impossible
But something
Kept me going
Even now
It is with me
I just can't
place my finger on it.
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 6:33 AM UTC
He liked going out with them
As they behaved in public
He loved the guests
As in front of them
No one abused
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
Truth is beautiful
No matter, however it looks like
It can only be observed
But never be understood
You can appropriate lies
But not the truth
It stands alone
Naked and exposed
Fearlessly careless.
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 4:41 AM UTC
She plays guitar
**** well
Everytime she is disturbed
by the world or her own thoughts
She strums
Her original songs
She says I am a man of few words
Yes I am
But I always conversed
With her through poems
Words are meaningless
If they don't have
a Rhythm
Which she tries to find
Everytime she is disturbed
by the world or her own thoughts....
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 12:02 AM UTC
Thoughts like clouds
move faster than wind
words appeared
now lost without a trace
how to catch hold of a moment
which did not belong to you
Let's write something
about the feeling itself
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC