BANALITY

 

I looked through the pores of city lights

Found none but mystery

Some voices said, some eyes unheard

and faces gloom to treachery

I vexed few lines of charcoal

Pushed them harsh

achieve no grace

Few travel bugs and enthusiasts

Came with songs of reckless praise

to oblique me and bring me sultry

Some voices said, some eyes unheard

and faces gloom to treachery

Clout of light is concubine of dark

Where dark is a patient riddle

riddles are born on gutters of street

beneath stripped flesh of reality

I longed for a friend in empty crowds

Truthful and viscous essentially

Could only find frames without a shadow

Endangered heart with mucous of banality

Some voices said some eyes unheard

And ‘their’ faces gloom to treachery

 

 

 

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ABIDING

 

That silence in her

Pushed a clot of blood in me

Knocking the inner voices

Palpable only to the contrite self.

Rubbing the dryness in her eyes

A solemn me argued

I shall be the shore to your flow

Damp and precise

Till the limit of being timeless

And beyond

….. A Famous Fantasy

 

When wicked emotions

brushes the pulp of my heart

Taking the taste of

that sickening saline flavour

poison

and the name chants despondency

Fickling the vicious saint in me

sodomizing the end, to be anxious of

the momentarily struggle, that seems

forever

Licking the thickened walls of my eardrums

Sweltering the sheet of my nerves

Beholding to heel myself penultimate

perhaps on a famous fantasy called

LOVE

Young And Beautiful

I’ve seen the world
Done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant
And Bel Air now
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you’d play with me like a child

Will you still love me
When I’m no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?

P.S.  Excerpts from a Lana Del Rey’s song

Out of Sync

What hails me to continue?

Out of sync

To make hays of dreams in the latent path

Hurled feelings just to come out of some jinx

Traversing to unknown and then back to warren

This polite wind from the mountains temp

And frisking of my heart as that of a lynx

A pact of my soul with unheard vent

The dancing leaves on tunes of the breeze

Trooping on my conceivable session

Making merry to debauch the possession

Brokeback Mountains with their crown of pride

Those chattering rivers and their human link

Mystic scent of the uncanny hope

Warming my soul, my blood and my whole being

This roaming heart blessed with pure feelings

Thrusting to be felt by another pure one

Shielding it from the world until it happens

And happens with the point of no return

All of this comes to me in thresh of a wink

And it all hails me to continue,

Out of sync.

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Dil mein koi sui si chubhi aaj, meri aankh bhar aayi hain,

Karwat lekar dekha maine, meri dost sirf tanhai hain……….

Arzoo hoti nahi muqammal, meri iss jahan mein,

Der se hi sahi ye baat, mujhe aaj samjh mein aayi hain

Karwat lekar dekha maine, meri dost sirf tanhai hain……….

Milte gaye qaffile, har mod, dost bante gaye.

Fir kyu Aftaab hokar bhi, humne andhero mein jagah paayi hain.

Maana hummein reh-shumari ki khubiyaan nahi,

Humne to rooh-e-pak main saari umar gavai hain,

Karwat lekar dekha maine, meri dost sirf tanhai hain……….

Sooraj k saamne hum, kuch feeke pad gaye lekin,

Alfazo se apne humne bhi, kai baar aag lagai hain,

Dua-e-walida karti thi roshan taqdeer meri,

Apne hi haathon humne, wo jane kahan gumai hain.

Karwat lekar dekha maine, meri dost sirf tanhai hain

…Love has no ending…

 

‘I‘ll love you, dear, I’ll love you

   Till China and Africa meet,

And the river jumps over the mountain

   And the salmon sing in the street,

‘I’ll love you till the ocean

   Is folded and hung up to dry

And the seven stars go squawking

   Like geese about the sky.

‘The years shall run like rabbits,

   For in my arms I hold

The Flower of the Ages,

   And the first love of the world.’

But all the clocks in the city

   Began to whirr and chime:

‘O let not Time deceive you,

   You cannot conquer Time.

‘In the burrows of the Nightmare

   Where Justice naked is,

Time watches from the shadow

  And coughs when you would kiss

PARADISE

Every time I close my eyes
It’s like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
I’m scared that you
Won’t be waiting on the other side
Every time I close my eyes
It’s like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
But there’s no you,
Except in my dreams tonight

There’s no relief,
I see you in my sleep
And everybody’s rushing me,
But I can feel you touching me
There’s no release,
I feel you in my dreams
Telling me I’m fine

P.S. excerpts from Lana del rey’s ‘darkparadise’

DROWN

   I get drown in me

In the lusty breeze of sea

in dilemma of an untamed mind

whenever I seek precision

In bewilderment of my identity

lynching in the crises of life

heading nowhere but in oblivion

I get drown in me

In thrust of this unkempt world

In its lies and squabble

Recluse and babble

when people suck me dry

and I hold nothing to offer

then I lay spent under the night sky

to let the stars induce in torrential

I get drown in me

when I witness the hex of a setting sun

its yellow, its orange, its red

swallowing my hideous dark demons

and spitting out a soul unchurned

I get drown in me

when I remember those eyes

those brown celestial ones

that once confessed love, pure and proper

but mugged me and left undone

I get drown in me

When I decide to rush

to the cosmos, in its lacuna

searching a portal that

embrace me with my frothy matter

bestowing some rustic peace

somewhere I really belong!

Inspiration

Inspiration!

The more I see this dormant world

Eyes wide open without a twirl

I catch it dark,

and darker it gets

Thee lay on prey without regrets

Scarce is when all people have woven

Cometh an inspiration in name of women

They are high,

They come with dreams

Color of life,

Living on streams

I wonder how they shine so bright

May be

coz of their dreams upright

Waving the air being still on ground

their balloons of dream sway

Without a sound