Lihaaz karne me reh gaya

A Gazal - A new experiment from my side. Never tried my hands and mind on writing Ghazals. Let's make my mind do some exercise and let my hands support it. Here it goes.


Us roz main unse izhaar kar baitha
is bechaini ke aalam se bair kar baitha
fir socha ki hogi uski kya samajh
rok ke zubaan main fir se khwaabon me kho gaya

fir na aya sukoon na neend ki koi khabar
chupa rakha tha wo raaz aur rahi wo bekhabar
na jaane kyon nafrat si jaagi khud pe
khud se baat karke khud khdu-hi se katra gaya

fir beete din, mahine, saal kaayi
zubaan meri fir bhi chup hi rahi
ho gaya fir main kisi aur ka aur wo bhi chal di kisike sang
aaj kal ki soch sirf kaash kehta reh gaya

ittefaq se mili ek din muje wo
khoobsoorat hote hain ittefaq bata gayi wo
kaha usne ki pyaar tha muje tumse par tum hi they roothe se
fir kosa is dimag ko jo lihaaz karne me reh gaya

mil jaye agar mauka ulte kadam fir jaane ka
na sunu dimag ki na gawaaun mouka izhaar ka
keh du usse jo hai dil ki baat
aur hass ke taal du wo lamha jo lihaaz karne me gum gaya

Main bas ek khwahish rakhta hu

Sapno se ubharti aankho me
jo dard ki boondein dekhi hain,
un aansuon ko hasaane ki
main bas ek khwahish rakhta hu.

Jin haathon ne meri zindagi ko
sach sahi manzil bataayi thi,
wo hi haath thaam ke chalne ki
main bas ek khwahish rakhta hu.

sabse ladkar jo har pal meri
tarafdaariyaan karti thi,
unke naam ke shaurya ki
main bas ek khwahish rakhta hu.

Jo hai nai mere paas par
vishwaas me ab bhi rehti hai,
jeet ke sab unhein dene ki
main bas ek khwahish rakhta hu.

Jo pehla shabd meri zubaan pe aya
sabse pehle jisne mujhe pukara,
fir wo awaaz sunne ki
main bas ek khwahish rakhta hu,
fir wo awaaz sunne ki
main bas ek khwahish rakhta hu.

And the pain screams

Sometimes in the loneliest hour,
when the birds stop chirping,
when the clouds come to a standstill,
I think of the bygone times,
the slashed wounds, those blood-filled streams,
flash my mind and the pain screams.

Sometimes when I see a shadow,
a fear darkens me deep within,
a doubt lurks and drifts across,
I think of the dark times,
those black days, grieves and cries,
echoes around and the pain screams.

Sometimes when I see love,
guilt becomes the ruler,
anger accompanies along,
I think of the treason times,
those trust killings, deceit, back stabbings,
penetrate my flesh and the pain screams.

Sometimes when I think of life,
its only me I see,
its only me I trust,
I think of the worst of times,
it was always me with me to prove my trust on me,
I succumb my tears and the pain screams.

Indecent smile

Few moments ago
At the shopping mall
I saw a blonde
She was the best of em all

Eyes intersect
I interpret
She was fallin for me
I was fallin for her

Nothing worked at all
She was walkin tall
She passed to me
An indecent smile
Indecent smile...(3)

*************************
Oww....I was thinkin aloud
like a frog on a cloud
should I jump to her
or shall I wait for her

when I turned around
she was nowhere be found
gosh where did she go
gosh how will I know?

I was cursin myself
I was kickin myself
oh my I regret
not searchin a while
her indecent smile
*************

Moving alone I was thinkin of her
when i sighted upon d lamborghini of her
oh god there she was
near the holy cross

my pulse slowed down
chills running me down
then she switched a click
the bomb shredded her down

it was shocking to me
lil' confusing to me
but i guess now i know
why she gave to me
indecent smile

killer...indecent smile

When the bomb went off
I was safer then all
as she already killed me
very early enough
with her
indecent smile...

killer...indecent smile
shredder...indecent smile
horrid...indecent smile
loving...indecent smile.

Get rid of your phobia

Do you wanna get rid of your phobia,
then you gotta practice necrophilia
your life's running on the razor's edge
can you survive all the wreckage?

corpses never hurt you nor they scratch ya
no fuss bout caring saying i love ya
its all on you and your choices now
can you make all outta the advantage?

peeps might say you are a daemon
gross,gory,yuck suck and pathetic
they just cant get through their phobia
that's why they ignore necrophiliaaaaaahhhhh

If you wanna get rid of your phobia
then you gotta practice necrophilia
your life's running on the razor's edge,
can you survive all this wreckage?

your life's....ah ah ah ah ah ahah
then you gotta....ah ah ah ah ah ahah
necrophiliahhaahahahah for your phobiaaah..for your phobiaaahh...necrophilyeaaaaahhh!

The Binary Poem

1100110...101010111....
10101011111, 11111, 010111100, 011111;
11000001111000, 111000000, 000010111;
1000001110001010, 00111101010;
11.....00....11....00....10...01...10!!

Water, thy had done a slaughter

The running stream, like silent dream,
was ever fantasizing.

The drops of rain, like silent pain,
were always tantalizing.

The gift of God, a forceful nod,
no soul were anticipating.

The rains were high, then pains and sighs,
the water level rising.

The winds flew fast, like a softer blast,
the dams were overflowing.

The days were wet, the nights were wet,
the ground was seldom showing.

The people strive, trying to survive.
like a graveyard was floating.

Corpses here, and bodies there,
the scene was traumatizing.

The helpless cried, the needy died,
and homeless people mourning.

Mom and dad were never sad,
till they saw their dead son floating.

Brother, sister, son and daughter,
the families were shrinking.

oh lovely rain, your gushing stream
had done a deadly slaughter.