Some nights you are so distant
You make conversations
Cocooned in your solitude
Oblivious to gratitude
Of a chance at exploring
More than one can get
In a single lifetime.
Alas when you return
I am too far gone,
Too hopeless, too lost

Hoping this once, you
Will look into my eyes
And realize, I too
Was tired and bored of life
But had found a reason.
Only if it was merely
Something to enjoy
And not to live by.

There'll never be enough
For this world to feed,
Not debts, nor dough,
Not deaths will cease.
Who cares for joy
In living with less,
With lives to destroy
For personal progress.
Their legacy they build
Over ****** and lies,
But don't heed us,
As fools, we cry.

As the world keeps watch
Over each coin and grain,
We teach giving,
And living in pain.
Our audacity must
Pay you a dear price,
Make examples of us
For all to despise.
Forget us.
We're just
Fools in a paradise.

I might be wrong
Days have become brighter
Not with sun but sunny smiles
That find their way on my face.

I might be wrong
Tears dont feel painful
As they travel down once familiar path
But they soothe the dry trails.

I might be wrong
But I find new reasons
Crazier than the last
To scale the ways where we had a past.

I might be wrong
My questions get deeper
And answers become more evasive
But it doesnt discourage me.

I might be wrong
But I feel alive again
And I will not stop this quest
Till I get what I seek.

Lend me the fabric
of your tears today.
I will weave a tapestry
of undone dreams.
When you remember
To feel it's patterns,
The deep secrets,
Will be yours to seek.
Not words, not woes,
My hopes, I submit
Drink to it sometimes,
A tapestry.

Ages later, in your rasping voice
Meanings will reside
Only for you and for me
Till then, let this world
Call us senseless and abhorrent.

So many have come and gone
All have found a way
But I'm right where they left me
Taking one step forward
And two steps back.
Now the world has moved on
It looks back and laughs at me
I laugh at me..
They talk in undertones
They smile and smirk
How'd I face them, I've become
An omen of bad luck.

Soft, round with delicate patterns
You dance to my tunes
But beyond my sultry rules.
Hot and spicy - my tongue burns
As it takes you in deep
Each flavour separated, variegated
On my flattened leaf.
Even moments later
I want to taste again.

I met him on board the van,
Fiery and uncontrollable
against the heavily guarded windows.
He fought not with fists,
His weapons were slogans and songs
that shook the foundations
of a corrupt seat, a corrupt army.

How many times I had seen
him march the corridors,
His eyes set, his voice strong,
He was the face of freedom
and the fight for it.
To see him the same in the van,
it warmed my heart, gave me courage.

It was all over in a minute
A confusion, a push, a fall
And a flight outside the van.

They say he hit the limits
and his head exposed to all.
Some say it was a violent blow
And the "Gods" struck him down...
The rallies have broken,
People are back to cribbing
But none would walk his path
They fear, and rightly so,the aftermath.

The silvers of your hair
Testify your golden days
At my love's expense.
Neatly parted in lines,
Along the same paths
Where fingers once rode.
Your lauded wisdom,
Your crown of experience,
Flattened to perfection.
Sometimes wind disturbs
The crafted monotony
To take you back.
Willing, unwillingly,
You live your golden days
At my love's expense.

Been cut so clean
With words so sharp
Hanging in there
Bare threads of life
No where to turn
No where to run
The deals once done
But now just begun

What have you been fighting for...?

Hope
is to live for more
is to talk of a way
when none's there
is to aim for the sky
with a jump knee-high
is to believe in tomorrow
though highs and lows
is to hold nothing back
while providing for lack
is to live till the end
with sincere intent
is to know of the judgment
and be ready, be content.

You helped me
find myself,
You brought out
the best in me.
Now you say,
let it go.
This was never
meant to be.
How do I forget
what I know,
Or live for less
When I need more?

In raw interiors
Of a quaking savage earth,
The mirror of my heart.

Everyday I send a word
I'm brewing a hope of love
Send ur choicest seraphim
To burn it pure
To test it deep within
And with its triumph
Mould me anew,
A vessel unto you.

Rake my intentions
Find it chaste.
Sew up my failures.
And then with your
Archangels on my side
I shall take on this world
Under your banner, me and my love.

Last time it was a liitle different
Last time you were young and I was naive
Last time you had no ego - I had no pride
Last time it wasn't you and me, it was Us
Last time it was like music, not a dull buzz
Last time it was a little different

I wish it were the last of last time
You'd still be a beautiful thought in my mind

For God's sake
Make up your mind.
You want me or not,
You have a choice.
But your decision
Comes with a price.
Make up you mind,
I don't have the full night.

The gunman is a friend.
He was born in this street
He played in our arms
We saw him bawl and grow
Feel the pain of being alive
We turned our heads on time
To ignore the early signs
"Oye boy! Get outta here."
Let him live in fear
He's a problem, not mine.
He'll do just fine.
If not, we can always say
The gunman is no friend,
Just another headline.

There was nothing.
Then came light.
It illuminated, but,
It also discriminated.
All that was dark was doomed.

There was nothing.
Then came life.
It prospered, but,
It also destroyed.
All that was unique was lost.

If you have never wished
that we were a little different,
Think of yourself as a waste,
In the name of all that's Human.
For by thinking, you become.

It takes more than a few words
exchanged in sparse meetings,
It takes more than a few hours
spent in a dark, loud bar,
It takes more than a few rides
taken down unending roads
To turn a person inside out.
And with all that effort, I wonder
if it was worth it. Now I realize,
It was better being Strangers.
I now know, not knowing you
was the best I felt about Us.

My fallen tree.
Your victory,
In my mortal death.

Ascending to Unknown.
Comfort,
Your dead living.

I had fallen.
I rise.
You await end.

By what decree
you took it on you
to claim me as your own?
Let this world
and its ways
not fool you into grandeur,
For if any day
I consent
It will be for me, not you.

When did we grow too old?
Our souls and dreams now sold
Too old to laugh and smile
To go the extra mile
Too old to say 'Need a hug'
To share the tales of hurt...

When did we grow so old
Nothing ever shocks anymore
The deaths the births unplanned
Basic rights being banned
All pass by, we shrug
No question, no if, no but...

Tell me, when did we grow so old
That tears and cries became cold
From doers, we are now undone
Dreams like a drowning sun
Will there be another dawn
For our spirit to be reborn...?

The silent views
they may sigh
In the middle of nights
Spread them like colours of light.
                                   - Najeeb Nayazi

First you smiled
Later you stared
Then you moved close
And gently caressed
You softened my skin
With slow moist breath
And brushed my lips
With a feathery touch
You left me standing
In the black night rain
I stood there waiting for
A kiss that ne'er came.

One step hesitant
One too bold
One too late.
As you faltered
There were hundreds
To skip a beat for you
There were crowdfulls
To extend their best hands.
Deep within i knew
You deserved them and more
I knew and I accepted
There's more that you can get
From all your admirers
Who live your beauty and youth
I knew and I accepted
We were perhaps never meant
And so, when i see million be true
I pretend that I dont care
I pretend I barely know you.

Behold the give-up generation
That's out of land to run
Fearing mental castration
Out comes the rusted guns,
Get off the cursed confessional
The needle is now spun
Having no stake, no possession,
The hunted now shall hunt

You.
Do you know or care
Who you are?
Have you ever tried
To look a bit far
And find some more about
You?
I will reveal
If you believe
And vow to be
As destined,
I will speak on
Why you were born,
And what’s the deal with
You.
But be aware,
As I do share,
You must partake
For your own sake
Now in this quest,
And try your best
To find more meaning in
You.

You are a hold
In which this world
Hides its treasures
To others, unheard.
You are the sound,
From a source not found,
With secrets of future,
And purpose of nature,
You.
You are the truth
That time conceived,
You are the womb
That needs no seed.
You are a wonder,
You are a dream,
And this world a sky,
Where dreams do fly,
You.
You are a vision,
A divine mission,
Power manifest
Through life’s contests.
You are the fruit.
Meant for the altar,
Altar most high
Where justice resides,
You.
What more you need?
Do you believe?
My blood, my kin,
You are in you
A wonderful thing.
You are the change
This world can be
You are the eye
Of this gyre,
You.
If not to you
To whom this plea?
If not for you
Who could lead?
If you won’t stand,
If you won’t bleed
What good this day
You choose to live?
You.

Live on
You poet's lover.
When the world dies,
You are
Immortalized.

Today,
They create their own truths
Where peace is possible
Through weapons and wars
And sacrifices of the young...
You take pride in it.

They promise a better life
Is in cities and highrises
The price of which is future
And half your lives...
You join the line in silence.

They pick on the weak
With no paper proof
To show that they belong
And must to be heard too...
You fail to hear them.

They make you believe
You belong to a country
That is in dire need
So you ought to pay the fees...
You rush to fill those pockets.

Tomorrow,
You will be the Other
No name, nowhere to hide
They will put you as the price
So that the rest may live by
They will tighten your noose...

And the world will watch.

You came and then came opportunity.
You stayed and opportunity transformed.
He came with opportunity.
To slip, to hold, to let go - all my choice.
To hell with opportunity, I remain on my own.

What happens when we talk?
I know what you want to hear
And I know what you want not
There comes a slippery *****
Words go down the drain
They evade any meaning
Yet, they sound the same...

My dearest, when we talk
To you, I open my heart
There's love, hope and joy
That every soul has sought
But these words, my lifelong bane
They evade any meaning
Yet, they sound the same...

Hear me, when we talk
My silences are wrought
To say much in less than thought
How our lives seem so choked
With words that play their game
They evade any meaning
Yet, they sound the same.

I sometimes catch me thinking
Of days that were full of fire
I was, maybe, alone - not lonely
In sleepless nights of desires

I remember when words flowed free
And I proudly signed my poems
They were brazen, brave or broken
Some fears unknown and known

I found someone to anchor
An alien feeling seeped
Sunshine and meadows aside
I finally found some sleep

Content in my new comfort
I wrote my judgements raw
Till they ripped the bandaid off
Exposed my secret flaws

No longer a closet poet
They read every truth I wrote
Should I be ashamed, I don't know
But I stopped then for us both

Years have gone by living
And I have no memories to keep
Living at a prolonged ellipsis
I have lost a bit of me

I cannot be true to myself
So I cannot bear to write
Some day I will find courage
Tell me, do I have the fight?