Smoke melts easily

The canvas of blood

How do I draw you here?
The elevations from my pencil are so dark and fatal.
I haunt on to the canvas border
Submerged thoughts;battered desires

Illustrations are spineless,until I de-stain the background;
To unleash the curvature and paint the picture
Faint and smoky, I could draw your veins
Submerged in blood, still they look all the same

I couldn't see you, the red river makes you blur
I wish I could find you,
I wish I could suck the blood.

RANG!!

Boond bankar sun rahi thi mai rango ki jhooti mooti baatein.
wo nanhi bankar chaap chodna chahti thi kapdo par.
pata nahi apni nishaniya bhulana kyun pasand nahi unhe.
Pighalti , Sisakti , Raundti ..wo bus chipakna janti hai.
ghul ke kaise kho jana hai, kisi ne sikhaya hi nahi unhe

khara , matmaila ya saada;sparsh unka ek jaisa hota hai
paniyon se chankar wo roye bhi to algav behisaab hota hai.

What if??

What if ?

A traumatic childhood secretes special hormones to make you mutant..
At least that is what history , authors , movies explain.. I know, be it Newton's gravitation, Picasso's artistry or any other person of far more mental skills and abilities. All fields have been covered by scintillating brains. So does that make it that indispensable to master at least one field of interest???

The white and black keys of my piano are beautiful but what if I don't play them just because I like the instrument that way. Music is in my mind and what if I play it with my limitless brain attached to all the strings of music. Normal elements of life do exist which are abnormally brushed aside. Surviving to aid and apprise true non sentimental values is a work of fiction and the follower is secluded. A shrewd brain at rest is never recognized but why to create delusional stages to extract those brainy contents.. Can't it be, just kept at peace to resolve other inner conflicts ... which are perception less and secure..

Fariyaad

Wo aaj aaya tha talashi lene ..churaya hua sab le gaya..maine roka use..gumsum aankhon se sehlaya bhi..peer ki ibadat ki..sunepan se bandha...par wo chala hi gaya..neend me doobe hue un palo ki chaabi hi le gaya..
ab wo kabhi jaag na payenge..kaanch ki un deewaro se jhanke hue neend me hi muskurayenge..kash wo chaliya na hota..to mai use pehchaan jati..fariyaad karti..bebas lawaris aawaz goonjti..shayad ek fariyadi ki karakashta wo jhutla nahi pata..

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All I can remember now is his voice.His whispers to my ears are snakes on quilt..
I have become his part and not a part of mine is now left for me.I wish I could see him again as my restless eyes want some peace. I want his presence to touch my soul, to dig my heart, to freeze my breaths.The blowing breeze faints me down, takes away my sensibilities,tortures me and kills my imagination.

I am tired of faking my realities..so helpless...so ........

Chand ki katori par...

Chand ki katori par raakh sooni sooni hai
Geeli geeli ojhal si raat kahi rooth gayi..
Chup ke baithe hai wo roshandan se door
Ek tuk dekh ke chehra fer lete hai..

savera aa nahi pata unki aankho ke dayere me
ki thodi si roshni hi har taraf ghar kar gayi hai
Dhundla mausam pyara lagta hai, andhera rangeen lagta hai
uska mijaaz hi kuch waise banjara lagta hai..