seems as if I am
trespassing in paradise
I watch you sleeping
At the heart of her
who can get
at the heart of her
bitterness
Soft spoken secrets
in her ear
soft spoken secrets
she giggles
आशार तेरे हैं
फ़िर आया ख़याल तेरा, फिर निकले आशार नए
ये ख़याल तेरा है या आशार तेरे हैं
जिस सिम्त देखता हूँ, तू ही नज़र आता है
तू ही बतला क्या रूप हज़ार तेरे हैं
चलो आओ करें इस गुलिस्तां का बॅटवारा
रख लो तुम फूल सभी ख़ार मेरे हैं
हर शख़्स लगता है मुझे चोट खाया हुआ
इस शहर में क्या सब बीमार तेरे हैं
क्या करे कोई तुझसे शिकवा गिला अमित
अपनी सफाई में बहाने तैयार तेरे हैं
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 153
Consumed
I am a museum full of
art, and a deck full
of music,
but none
tries
to
visit
me any
more – art and music
are meant for my soul consumption
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 152
I am the weekend
i am the
weekend that you need
forgotten
Whose fault
you inspire
me to inspire you
what should I
infer if you still
do not get inspired
The moments
the moments
before we touch them
are pristine
we sully them by
holding on to them
Savage seeds
savage seeds
she sowed in my heart
love blossoms
United we fell
united we fell
for his antics; the nation
now stands divided