Category Archives: What I Call Poetry
Why I want to be noticed I don’t really know.
Its a prophecy nothing extraordinary in me,
I still try and grin like a fool clenching teeth
My aspirations are as inane as my own self
I hope there is someone to call on my bluff?
Think night and day what is it that I seek?
I do have an answer but its not what I want,
Turning a blind eye to realities around me.
Its not the destiny if its not in my hands, right?
What’s in my hands are sands of the past.
And I ignore the messages this life throws at me.
The deal I had with the powers I don’t believe in.
Maybe your lord will have mercy on me one day
Let me pass away as calmly as I came this way
Till then let me suffer and suffer with me, you.
You leave me numb as always
I am smiling, or grinning, may be.
I don’t know what to make out of it
The world with words and no words.
Take the step, be a stranger no more
Blush, go pink, unbreak, make it one.
There is something that binds us
And I hope that it’s enough.
Its been long since I wrote a poem
Funny, because I have never written one.
There was no reason for me to write again
Yes, I was looking in the wrong direction.
I am happy as I could have ever been
Although, inhibitions had to be shunned.
These lines as always make no rhyme
But then, I also give them no reason.
I have never been the river or the sea
Yet, for no reason I just let myself drown
I may like what we have between us
Sure, I am not looking how long it will go on.
You are spineless, aimless and yet so effortless.
You have a glass half empty, yet so plentiful.
I am heartless, shameless and yet so penniless.
I have a thorn in my throat, yet not scornful.
You are speechless, feet-less and yet so fearless.
You have a face to stare-at yet so mournful.
I am guileless, mindless and yet so smirk-less.
I have an entire universe in my heart yet no force pull.
Tumhari tarah shabd toh nahi hain mere pass
Bas ek dil hai, joh kabhi-kabhi bol uthta hai
Tumhari tarah tootey huye sapne bhi nahi hai
Bas kuch yaadein hain, jo kabhi-kabhi ro deti hain
Par maine kab kahaa ki main shayar hoon?
Yahaan par toh sunnewale bhi taaliyaan nahi bajate
Bas char deewaarien hain, jinme mere shabd joongte hain
Tumhari tarah dard bhari kahaani bhi nahee mere paas
Bas kuch khwaab hain, jinhe theek se piroya bhi nahee
Par maine kab kaha ki main shaayar hoon?
Dil ko syahi banane waalon mein se main nahee
Bas khoon ki kuch boondon se yaadein seench rakhi hain
Zindagi ka zeher sirf tumhare hi liye kadva ho jata hoga
Mere toh shabd bhi zamzam aur bhaavnaayein bhi
keh toh raha hoon tum se, sab se, kab se,
Ke maine kab kahaa ki main shayar hoon?