Thursday, December 19, 2013

My Charmer

Boy, I swear, I’m gonna nail you
for the tricks you pull with your charm
for the crimes you do, and get away
with that smile you use to disarm

my petition is ready, and I’m coming strong
with a mind to get all even
will knock all doors, and I’ll be heard
my mood, today you can’t leaven

I’ve had enough of gritting my teeth
ending up a slavering schmuck
swept away by your wordless beauty
bereft of will, devoid of pluck

pray, tell, how you con me
and what do you dissolve in the air
making me forget, every little defense
unraveling me from far, layer by layer

it’s merciless you know, to have this effect
on anybody who loves you so
making them exist outside their skin
exposed, vulnerable, slow

today, honey, is a different day
i’m prepared with a battery of guns
just don’t turn back, oh my killer
coz I’d be dead, if you looked at me once

Friday, December 13, 2013

मैं क्या-क्या हो सकती थी

सुना है रोज़ सुबह उसे चाय की तलब सताती है
सुना है एक डाइरी है, जिसे वो काँख तले दबाये चलता है
लोग बताते हैं, वो कोने वाली गुमटी से पान खाता है
और पुरनकी बजार वाला पेड़ा पसंद करता है
जाने कहाँ से बनी हैं वो ऐनकें
जिन्हें वो सोते वक़्त भी बगल में रखता है
और वो गर्मी वाली खादी की बूशर्ट
जिसे हर तीसरे दिन पहनता है
एक लंच-बॉक्स भी लाता है
जिसे चाट-चाट कर खाता है
और वो सुनहरी ठेपी वाली कलम को
सीने से लगी पॉकेट में रखता है...

हाय किस्मत! मैं क्या-क्या हो सकती थी-
वो प्याली, वो डाइरी, वो पान, वो चश्मे,
वो कमीज़, वो बर्तन, वो कलम, वो पेड़े...


Wednesday, December 11, 2013


So you think you are hot. Others have contributed to this notion too. And meant it as a compliment.

In all honesty, I too think you are hot. You have a way of turning up things, including people, in flames. Flames that burn. Swinging between extremes of an unctuous boyfriend and a vengeful jilted lover.

When you are pleased, you lay out an entire garden of daffodils before your object of appreciation. And mind you, you don’t marvel yourself any less for doing that. When you are displeased, you take a perverse kinda kick in trampling the other person in the meanest of adjectives. Not loving yourself any less while doing that.

You seem to have led yourself into believing that this macho, irrational and filmy-hero type behavior makes you look like a demi-god. Polite and tolerant people let you swim in this fantasy, knowing well that disturbing your turf with objective feedback will only dirty their hands, not change your course. If you only had the eye for self-introspection.

You are rare, that is a truth. And thank goodness for that. It is nice to see you exploit your talents to the fullest, but doing it with a brazen, pig-headed, show-you-down approach, only takes my attention away from your core genius to your pathetic insecurity. Garbed under the cloak of rugged over-confidence. Some people say one has to be like you to sell in this world. I refuse to believe that.

But yes, I do get intrigued thinking, what a gem you would have been, had you known moderation. Balance.

I know you don’t give a damn to my opinion, or to anyone else’s for that matter. Which is quite fine with me, as long as you stay a safe distance away.

Warm people make one snug, soothed, comforted. So yes, you are hot indeed. You scald.