na ism e musalmani hoga kaafi khuld ke liye
jasamat e insani bhi hogi nakaafi khuld ke liye
hai nahi angeethi ki tapish bardasht tumko
karoge kya jab mayassar nahi hogi faryad tumko
hai mohlat bas ke jab tak ragon ki ravani hai
ehsaas karo na karo hai ye to faani hai
nahi shae e zahirdari tareeqe kar qalb ki safayi ka
nahi kaam ye aaasaan ke jaisa daadhi ki safayi ka
sanad jab tumko milne lage tumhare jazbon mein
aur qareeb tar tumhare logon ki nazron mein
to jano hissa hai akhlaaq o maamlaat bhi
aur rahe bedaar tumhari niyat mohtaat bhi
kab tumhari parwaaz e khudsari ki tadbeer ho jaye
kab tumhari bayaz e fael aseer ho jaye
abhi mumkin to hai kal ko rahe na rahe
khudbeeni ki haalat tum mein rahe na rahe
aao dozakh ki lapak se bachne ka intezaam karein
kaam jahan bhar ka karte hain khud ka kaam karein

Sleepless

crippled feels my poet mind

bemused and paralyzed

fighting noises of sleepless nights

long and jeopardized  

battles open on so many fronts

my powers all seized

the heart waits for the morning

struggling and diseased

O Lord give me some composure

truthful and undiced

O Lord give me some sleep

peaceful and prized.

Ho ayaan jo is rooh e tahreer ki surkhi
aur zebaish bhi iski zaeef wazeh lage
to taqaza alfaaz e naadaan se na ho
larazte ashaar ke hami nahi hain hum

Painful Writes

colors of its spirit if revealed
claddings shivering tattered old
skins never then be pealed
draw them silent in your hold
spears may be pointing out
pierced through bleeding firmament
no play of a pretending lout
or an occurrence permanent
had not it been healthy once
in gloss in humour and aloft
a lesson new is casting dunce
in a heart timidish soft
like a river of volume and width
its music noiselessly graceful low
constricted into a rocky myth
how turns turbulent in its go
a great fall then falling loud
takes to condole and pacify
with no liberties allowed
and so none bravely to defy
can these want to mirror sad
are they of their own
haven't dressed themselves bad
in meanings or their tone
do I sound bothered for their looks
ignorable are these banal trites
the reader decides what it cooks
changes not these painful writes
O please put forth no complain
and no nailfull healing balms
let these try to feign again
and wait to return to their charms

My Nights

Bejeweled in pearl and diamonds
slowly swinging nights would come
and take me with its tantalizing self
on calls silent to the worlds
but to us in our joyous hearts
masking away all blaring cries
through fences and gates and the walls
of thoughts too high or low, far and wide
wrapped around wisdom and selfishness
and of shrewdness of the norms.

I would often touch myself 
and recast my heart spic and span
off dirt and rust alike
to like and love myself.

has an evil sight conspired
or have I taken turns too tight
my trustworthy companions, my nights
keep swaying away slowly from me
the affable summons are same awake
I whisper I call I inveigle
in the same identifiable silence
but in vain drains my treacle
as I see, hearing my calls
they keep swaying away from me.

Discovery of Love

In the awe of this seemingly eternal tenacious spell of my life where in the first place I feel more than comfortably warm in my own self assuring disguise and fretfully restless in the other at the same time, I try to revisit where it all started.  Before the time it all started I was living in a completely different emotional ambiance comprising of idiotic endeavors of restitutions meant to be candid to my true self, overtly ambitious and vigorously anti-metarule, yet found myself deeply dissatisfied. Often I found myself fulfilling inane necessities of an inquisitive yet vacuous mind, and this I wore upon myself so religiously that it had begun to be my identity just around the time I was shaken from what I call now, a period of forgettable trance.  This is little like a biographical account of reformation.

When I woke my eyes and mind open from this trance, I slowly, unintentionally was entering a premises  governed by a very different mind. A mind which held no complexities unlike mine. A mind simple beautiful and sad.  A mind which had different ambitions. Ambitions which look very easy to shape but are far more challenging and asking than mine on human front. They asked companionship, they asked long journeys to be taken. They laid down unostentatious demands to be successful as a human. I was introduced to the world of peace.

It provoked in me a desire to be that beautiful, to be that forgiving or simply said as good. I wasn't drawn in forced by anything but those desires. Still the sense of dissatisfaction and restlessness won't go. A strong feeling had set its roots very strongly in my heart. Having lead a life in reclusion from any such force made me wait and wonder. Those were the times when I had nothing in my mind but to solve that puzzle. I asked myself of what the life expects my next step to be.

All this while my amazement kept changing alluring attires. I was being guided but didn't realize that I was. I could feel the metamorphosis but was blinded off its target. Each night when I would talk to myself and seek help from the innermost introspections I would get clues to the puzzle. When the clouds of clues were full, it rained in a dream and has been raining ever since. I discovered love and I love every moment of the deep satisfaction it gives me in the shapes of my new ambitions. 

I Appeal

Your garden is sulking and silent

buds of daisies drooped nascent

the moon too lingered gloomy grey

before clouds cleared him away


Likes not a winter night to be

in seizures of dewless greenery

prepared all day the jasmine bay

but they don't scent like yesterday


I appeal to you all be merrier please

you moon you flowers and you breeze

from wherever have you gone astray

make her dreams a dreamier way


So her morning smiles will narrate

her hardships are compensated great

come you all and let all colors spray

and have her bluenesses driven away.

hai zahir ke khyalon mein aaj aasmaan badrang hai

sangeen hawaon ki shama ko ye samajhna chahiye
kahin parwana uska bhi joojhta hoga thapedon mein
parwane ki mashaqqat ko bhi ye samajhna chahiye
ki roti shama tak usko bhi jaldi pahunchna chahiye

lau e shama ko bhi laga ke jaan dhadhakna chahiye
ki raah e umeed bhi nahati rahe noor e ulfat mein
hausla sametna bhi parwane ko aana chahiye
ghir ke tashaddud mein sambhalna aana chahiye

Against My Will, Against My Choice.

In the most cruel gaits of time I find
when starts to crawl from its dark repose
pokes me pushes me into its grind
and keeps me all day on my toes
my hostility to the rising sun
and often the pesky dusky nights
blame not me but its misrun
no argument to con to array fights
tries hard to cast me in its racial feuds
no wonder I like nights for talks
no resting dulcet interludes
no wonder I like sleepy walks
all the play and all its hum
strive to snatch my lineament
frame on me my indolence some
so I look back to lament
its heart is such vicious saw
to the giant green in me
whose deep roots it can never draw
but its half can surely see
its now swiftness of the teeth is felt
some slender shoots are bleeding sap
some tenderness in me has knelt
while falling into this torpid trap.

A cold heavy night is going past
with no reasons to rejoice
leaving me dreary and aghast
against my will, against my choice.

Fever

Is a fever some scary ghost
Or a defiant guest to flimsy host
Feels boiled eggs in your burning eyes
And the face shrinks to a tiny size
Like emery paper is your throat
and ice creams left to all you dote
fresh air and windows are for all
but you in blanket with paracetamol
tottering on two twisted twigs
the spine feels like a core of figs
it has all your tastes to seize
you crave for absent lemony cheese
for no more bread and milk to take
you do whatever you can fake
with neck and shoulders pains flirt
repulsive remains your fetid shirt
as much welcome is a touch on you
is as much different a touch of you
the stairs you would leap like frog
you climb on them now like a sloth

does it descend to avenge some sin
or to burn your darkness residing in
horlicks and juices and some days
you remain confined to your bays
with sleep and bedtime stories
may mark it as a reconciliation lease.

Lover's Wait

I wait with a lover's eyes
my palm feeling my heart
With your picture in between
And breathing slowly sighs.

I wait with a lover's grin
blossomed in your thoughts
of dangling tiny ear drops
And your dimpled chin.

I wait with a lover's hope
Swimming in delights
of little pinches in my heart
And wait left to cope.

To Rescue My Joy

See the moonlight shies away from me, and the darkness dancing thick. The starry caravan shows off departing and takes away something with it. In shimmering dust it runs along, this youthful wait in chases with smiles. Gets drawn in the delusions of the imagery in fallacious realms spins some miles. See fugacious delights have flown away and this cruel sky mocking me hollow. How this night skins a weeping heart and paths deepen into sorry mellow. May those sulking sleeps avow Or the last among the stars in trail, and blindfolded by the shine of day, accedes to it my joy put to jail. Stars of your twinkling eyes to rescue my joy, and moon to shy behind your smiling face. Your tresses to wrap around my nights, And rising rays from your forehead to amaze.

My Light

If some light you get to see
your goodness alone can reach
The shimmer of a heart in me
Safe for only you to breach.
You see it all so glowing fine
And at times if ablazed too
What light, what to say of shine
All in all borrowed from you

Rekindling

In the realm of a heart cored sun,

in pursuit of a life called run,

if tired and grappling with burns.

Know your time for slower turns.

Turns away from losing fights,

of greener lonesome soothing heights.

Where calming cooling zephyrs blow,

and clouds sketched in humors flow,

and see your soulful energies sowed ,

and thoughts of mistrust cleanly mowed.

Your love rekindles whatever kind.

New noble passions then you find.

Your life is your own, even though,

righteously not, If you feel it so.

gumshuda raahein

Khud mein gumshuda jab raahein mila karien ,

Kisi raah ko koi sitara jab yunhi takta rahe,

Mehtaab ke jalwe aur wo khunki aamoz tapish,

Kahan rahe bechara jo yeh sab mila karien.

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Pata sabz baab e shareek e hayat ka kya karien ,

Khat hath liye qaasid kisi raah ko takta rahe,

Guzre jo koi to hain nigahon mein sawal hazaar,

Is phailti khushbu ko chhipa ke Kya karien.

I Pray

I am not for all this fight

for sun or moon, or some tribe

I pray for you which keeps stand

all your age and all of mine.

each day of which may be so

congregation of health and happiness

of wealth and increasing kindness

and such be all of your nights

you sleep well in assuasive sights.

May not sadness ever come

to your perky perky eyes

to that I be standing guard

against inflictions whatever size

Me turning happy in your prides

you turn to me from all the sides

Each morning written in your smile

all day spent in its facsimile

the youthfull beats be retained

thorugh the years while turning old

in such harmony we be trained

to spin all moments into gold.