Saturday, June 11, 2011

BHOOLNA MAT YAARA!


Pehle zindgi khud ek pyara lamha thi
Aaj us ek lamhe ke liye tadapte hain.

Pehle popcorn ke tarah dil mein uchalti thi ye yaadein
Aaj dil apna sa mooh lekar betha hai ek kone mein.

Pehle sur chaashni ki tarah rago mein ghul jaate hain
Aaj paisa rago mein daudta hai.

Pehle teri di hui daru ki khali bottle bhi nasha kar jaati thi
Aaj daaru peekar bhi wo yaadein dastak nai deti.

Pehle us toote ghar mein jakar buddhe nana ko pareshan karte the
Aaj khud ki lagaain gaathon se pareshan hain.

Pehle aasmaan choone nikkar mein nikal jaate the
Aaj ahankaar ki deewar paar kar milne tak nai aate.

Pehle dhooen ke challe bana kar kisse baata karte the
Aaj us dhooen ke paar sab dhundla gaya hai.

Pehle bhalu ko gudgudi kar, cycle churakar bhaga karte the
Aaj gaaadi se itna aage aagaye, ki aaine mein nazar hi nai aate.

Pehlle aakhri panno par cheeta makaudi karke kashti banate the
Aaj uni kashtiyon pe sawar kahi door nikal gaye hain.

Pehle baarish ke golo ki chuski banakr khaate the
Aaj chhatri lekar usi bearish ye door bhaagte hain.

Pehle aansu poch dete the ek dusre ke haste haste
Aaj ek dusre ke saamne rone se bhi katrate hain.

Kya ye bada hona hai?
Ya ye khud ko khona hai?

Ret phisal kar khud mein miljati hai
Hum fisle to rakh mein dhal jaenge.

Purine din ki jagmagati roshni ka mazaa lootlo
chauhda din, fir wo kaali raat dastak degi.

Parchaai bhi chood parayi ban jaegi
Dost, teri ye dosti tab tujhse’ dum’ lagwaegi.

PERFECTLY WEIRD


Does the matchstick get hurt when you burn it?
Does the newspaper feels left out when you dump it in a corner?

Why do people die and leave their shadows around us?
Why do the golden dust particles stick to my soul?

Why my rainbow has only two colors – black and white?
Why does nobody paint my sky?

For how long will the walls hold their breath?
For how long they’d save my house from crumbling?

Why do I see you in my mirror?
If I dream of you, will you help me sleep?

If I cut one finger, will I lose one of my senses?
ANd if I lose all my senses, will I meet god?

How will we cry when the rain will die?
How will we breathe when the air will die?

How does the sun deal with its heat?
How does the sky deal with its thunder?

Can someone guide me through these unforgiving waves?
And make me meet the most beautiful creature of the future

Can someone take out the infected blood out of my body?
And fill it with the divine wine

Can someone gift me a bed of sand and a pillow of winds?
For I haven’t slept for years

Questions, explanations, life and me – are we all weird?
Is there any sacred sequence that will unlock the mystical bank?