Being Afraid

why are you afraid of happiness?

cause it will take wings anytime and leave you high and dry?

why are you afraid of love?

cause it will bond you and enslave you?

why are you afraid of the other realm?

cause it will make you neglect reality?

why are you afraid of yourself?

cause you still don't know who you are?

why are afraid of the world?

cause it is bent upon stirring up your calm?

why are you afraid of moving ahead?

cause of meeting another cul-de-sac?

why are you afraid of questioning?

cause it is a never ending maze?

why are you afraid of words?

cause they are hollow and yet they are all you have?

Silver Ratios

Silver ratios , come reveal the answers now,
He is a brave man- a one man army against the town,
In a sleeping moment she is trying to hear the flame burn,
Her heart is a dartboard- men they wait for their turn,
‘No don’t heal me’ and she lets the wound fester,
All the King’s men have failed, right up to the court jester,
She needs no polish- for pretence she can’t we wear,
No diamonds, no rubies – On them not a thought to spare,
It is the one man army she swoons over,
Alas! False battles engage the true lover,
Heal her, O heal her now,
Silver ratios do tell how.

End without a Finality

The sweep of the landscape was liberating. It filled in my claustrophobic tendencies with a spatial endowment that in itself was a sort of blessing. The corrugated tin roof jutting out over my head crowned my sense of exhilaration. And pregnant horizon, giving birth to a glowing sun, a falsity of inching close to a dawn of hope ; away from the now exasperated state of my mind.

The letter arrived just yesterday; a week after I first heard about the incident. I failed to decipher the meaning of her words. It was written in ambling way; touched corners, here and there, and then, looped into another long winding maze of thoughts. That she habituated a plane of her own, a hell of imagined pain and misery, was evident from the many chats I had had with her; but the depth of that morass and its venomous mutilating of her psyche was only evident now. I had but touched the peripheries of her mind and had thought her to be yet another case of escapist personality. 

Through words she tried to convey a meaning that my practical mind could not fathom. “It is like a spider ...clawing at my nerves and weaving a sticky web that sucks out my sense of self...leaving me a stranger in my own body... a duality that refuses to accept both this and that part of the story...yet condemned to live each and understand each”, she had once moaned.

A pain without any essence, a pariah without a cause, a departure without a loss.

Bas Yunhi

Shabdoon sey chilli is aas ko , aahoon ki thandh sey sektey hai,

Jamaney sey ho ru-ba-ru , phir aiyney mein khud sey puchha kartey hai,

Aaj ka safar toh tay ho gaya, kal ki kya kahun main,

dhal pey nikley hai to gardish hi naseeb hai,