Yeh sab jaise bachpan ka khel lagta hai.

Yeh sab jaise bachpan ka khel lagta hai.

Hastey they, gungunatay they,
Befikar,
Doston ke sang zindagi ke mazay loot te they.

Gali- gali me apni sharaton ke charchay they,
Aur har shikayat me, maa ke maar ke hissaydaar they,
Par, fir bahar khelte they,
Aur gharon ke sheeshay fir fateh karte they.

Badon ki har baat pe bhrosa kar baithtay they,
Aur fir doston ko wahi rai dia karte they,
Fir kuch baaton me hum bhi unse kum ni they,
Kyunki bachha hona , bachhon ka khel kaha hai.

Kahaniyaan, aur baatien khoob banana jantay they,
Mirch –masala daal ke,
kabhie hasaya aur kabhie daraya karte they
fir jab raat ko neend na aati,
to kuch kahaniyaan maa se sunke,
sapno me kho jaya karte they.

Ye sab jaise bachpan ka khel lagta hai,
Kyunki jo baday karte hai,
Wo hum bachhay kahan socha kartey they.
Sab se pyaar, sab pe bharosa, sab se dosti,
Hasi-mazaak aur thahakay baazi,
Rona, dhona aur jhooth –mooth ke naatak,
Khana-peena aur mazay karna.
Ab baday bhi shayad yahi kartay hain,
Par wo sab khud k liye kartay hain.

Bachpan shayad kisi ko yaad nahi,
Kynki jawaani ki kahaniyaan to,
Ab hum sab,
Akhbaaro aur tu news channel me dekh hi lete hai.

Shayad bachpan ke khel hi achhay they,
Khushiyaan zyada aur aansoo kam they.

it's a dry day!

it's a Dry day!      

It almost took twenty four hours,

To meet the paradise-like-peaceful sleep,

Eyes closed, entered the world of dreams,

But,

Oh! It’s a dry day, no dreams were available.

Things do not always work as per your whims and fancies,

Depressed, and burdened with a bad day,

I went to a comedy show to release the tension,

But,

Oh! It’s a dry day, no laughs were shared.

A peddler at the station sold me red roses,

Filled with love and emotions,

I went in search of a companion to be with her,

But,

Oh! It’s a dry day, my lover was missing.

Then, heart-broken, I remembered one place,

 God’s shelter,

With full faith that things will be fine,

But,

Oh! It’s a dry day, even god was on leave.

I am too shy to ask for it

Just stepped out from the prison of slavery,

Which is like everyday struggle to set myself free,

But yes those bucks make my mind fall apart instantly.

The world outside the entry gate,

Is any day seductive to make you fall for it,

Those buried thought blurbs,  reincarnated to unknown identity,

As if making you lose all burden you holded for long.

In the crowd at bus stand with strange look of belongingness,

Ah! There I see you in long curly hair,

Messing the thoughts with pink band in hand,

Enveloping the care, bottled in the red nail paint,

Rolling the heaven in that white glorious paper.

I forced my eyes to talk for my zipped lips,

Because lending me one drag of heaven won’t cost her much,

But my fingers, silent, talking among themselves,

To gesture you, that I am too shy to ask for the roll.

A million dollar smile, then made it all ok,

To gesture the approval on my companionship to heaven,

Coming close you made it too warm for me to just have it,

Because it’s the only chance to be with you tonight.

The stress that smoke released, and love that filled that space,

Well, my urge for a drag to break free,

I got over it, handcuffed with your love.

Your face in that smoke was now my heaven,

Unconvinced by the fact that,

 one drag can keep me close to you,

I am ready to be too shy to ask for it.

  

when you know everything

I can see it taking turns,

deceiving every landmark

to meet the unknown destination.

I know everything. I know everything.

I yelled your name, called you to return,

but you deceived my voice

to hear the unheard applaud.

i know everything. I know everything.

I swear on god you will regret your action

but this time,

god deceived me showing you the light of tomorrow.

I know everything. I know everything.

Now, i am following your foot steps,

deep inside, believed, we will  make it,

deceiving every taboo of the marathon

to live the pleasures of it.

I knew it. I knew it.

my creative CV.

my creative CV.

Golden swoop

You must have thought of stealing gold? 6.45 pm, road next to FSI building is the place for action. People swoops to abscond gold back to their place. The car head lights in traffic seemed like golden rocks ham-handed by night commuters. But all that glitter is not gold. And I think you won’t mind if I steal some.