In the cool evening of life's Autumn
inner demons desperate to release
a melancholic atmosphere so solemn
wishing to be at one with peace
In the inky blackness of the darkest night
haunted by a vivid breathless spirit
a demonic shape with me to fight
sanctuary sought but always near it
In the nascent warmth of early spring
my body meets the challenge of healing
this voyage on the big sea bringing
a fatigue inducing queasy feeling
In the solitude of life's hues
Melancholy speaks to quit
Mind needs inebriation in the blues
But heart believes in life's another whack
In the lonely hours of April daylight
positive thinking to achieve my goal
watching birds in soaring glorious flight
through the windows of my soul
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 9:09 AM UTC
O girl let me tell you,
For me its only you
My life began with myself
When I knotted the tie by myself
I dreamed about one personality
I by myself or it came to me itself
Can not say succinctly
But An unknown face and an unknown identity
Every night as it was happening frequently
Quite interesting coz its amazing quixotically
To dream of a person whom I don't know
Its like reading a book, whose title I don't know
One thing, I've designed you as only one of mine finest art
That i cannot let you by my heart
But exactly I'm designer of my own dreams
Own dreamland and own schemes
Every night, in the dark I was with you
every day in light, i was searching for you
As I was with you for around twelve years
Without any frustration and without any fears
Afterwards now that it became known
In the face of you girl i started flown
Then how could you meet me one day
And Let me go away second day?
Girl If you could, its not you
Its not you, i didn't designed any personality like you
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
लडा़ई तो जिंदगी से थी
हर पल बिन मौसम था
दोष हमेशा किस्मत को देते गए।
ये कोई जंग नहीं थी
ये तो ख्वाईशौं का मेला था
शिकायत भी भगवान की, भगवान से ही करते गए,
और उम्मीद भी भगवान से ही करते गए।
ये शब्दों की आंधी थी
उसमें विश्वास मात्र एक शब्द था
फिर भी हम ऐतबार करते गए।
वो जरूरतें ही थी
वरना हम्हारा पूछा जाना आम ना था
हम ना चाह कर भी इस खेल में सिपाही से वजीर बन गए।
आंखें भी गीली थीं
आखौं का कारनामा भी निराला था
हम भी आखौं-आखौं में बातें कहते गए।
दिल की मिट्टी भी सूखी थी
ज़मीर भी इतना बंजर था
फिर भी य़ूं ही प्यार के पौधे लगाते गए।
दुनिया नशे में थी
नशे की आदत होना भी जरूरी था
ना जाने हम कब इसके आदती होते गए।
इसमें से एक मौहब्बत-ए-शराब भी थी
ये मुझसे और मैं इससे अनजान था
ये हम पर हावी होती गई
इसके घूंट हम भी मन ही मन पीते गए।
कोई तो बात थी,
शायद वो सच था
जिसको हम झुठलाते गए।
वो कोई खुशी नहीं थी,
वो सिर्फ दर्द ही था
जिसपे हम वेबजह मुस्कराते गए।
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
Only an artists knows about
Dancing lights
Lonesome fights
the lurid phase of darker nights
Dead silence
Unspoken perseverance.
Only an artist see through
Real beauty of every heart
In fact, second side of every ****
Everyone sees blues
He remains imaginative toward life's hues
That's what makes him an nightly trailblazer
Inquisitive to self made problems and a decipher.
An Artist feels the dialects of wind and how it cleaves
What it says and how much weight it carries
Every rain summer and winter passes by under the eye of his heart,
Through heart of his art,
If he could feel the way it is,
He can shape up to the way as he wishes.
Methought, it was a game of mind
I gotta know when i by myself entangled
For me, it's like eat sleep and imagine
None next than burning myself on clock's trine
I found peace of day at 3 am
Picture of an fictitious world exist at right burial
Of all animal
Into bed for some time.
If I talk about pain healer?
If I talk about motivator?
What if I talk about gumptional trap?
No, all are lies for you unless
If you don't want to feel, heal or be a muse
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
life is brutal, life is not about something to rest
yet the grave is not its goal
happiness is on the way at slowest
after a time it would heal your soul.
in the world's broad field of battle,
in the topsy-turvy of life
be not like dumb to down settle
be a super power in the strife
no one is perfect, no one is angelic
angels were much before turned into devils into Satan
filth of greed speaks over the truth,
hold on, the way to hell is far shorter than that of heaven.
it's not a race of being contented
but it's something that inner soul could bring up sanctity
be up and doing and stay adapted
for the sake of humanity.
sick of old memories,
grieving over that people left you away
give a shot and try some new self-developed theories
like a diamond in the rough, be at bay
from all filth, even the darkest hour has only sixty minutes
today is the day not yours
trust it, do not fix your limits
its yet to begin an era through life's hues
long for shadow in the dark
yearn for truth in the lies
hanker after love in the whirlpool of nights
all dreams are cryptically lingered in the eyes
sad for goofs resulted to what is been lost
be remembered when you passed on cloud nine
be an initiator and life is fine.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
Lonesome always teaches;
Real meaning behind words
Surreptitious emotions
And their revealing expressions
Coalesced values and focused attentions
Yeah!!! But somehow its so brutal;
So brutal, if didn't handle well, it might be metamorphazised into suicidal
Pain of strangling of all cravings is inevitable
Sometimes it's maleficial
Sometimes it's innocuous
Sometimes it's optional
Some choose to be alone
some do it to hone
And I believe its difficult to be mone
Coz its better than being taken for granted
Coz its better than being attached and then warranted
Lonesome is better than being craved then scanted
So here I'm, don't know
What to do now?
Sitting under the dark night sky
all I am to do, is to cry, cry and cry
Till my lips and eyes become dry
I wonder a lightning may fall on and I die
I'm not broken
I'm me
Coz I'm unbroken
That's why it's me
My heart is shattered into one million pieces
Yet it's fine within itself for rejoices
Now i don't need anybody's care and love
Because I'm a lonesome dove
I'm a lonesome dove
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC