life's a kick

पूरे चाँद से कहो, बुझ जाए बहती नदी से कहो, थम जाए झिलमिल बारिश से कहो, लौट जाए सुहानी हवा से कहो, घर जाए अपनी यादों से कहो, न आये या मेरी मौत से कहो...आ जाए

when a good friend asked me how i was my world stopped for a moment life came to a pause memories raced back to when you were with me bliss ran in my blood 't was a life meant to be i lost count on time since you went away in years i haven't talked to myself a single day...

आज फिर पगली हवा ने गुदगुदाया है मुझे आज फिर न चाहते हुए भी वो याद आया है मुझे मौसम बेहद सुहाना है और मन बिलकुल अकेला आँधियों की शोर में गूंजे है वीरानियों का मेला ऐसे में मैं आज पुकारती हूँ तुझे अब तेरा ही आश्रय है समा ले बाहों में मुझे प्यार से फटता कलेजा आ तुझपे वार देती हूँ बेजान पड़े सपनों को तेरी झोली डार देती हूँ आज फिर कोरे कागज़ पर दिल से भरती हूँ स्याही तेरे सहारे चलती है, ऐ 'कविता' एक ज़िन्दगी अनब्याही

I could be a swindler or a cheat a thug or a hussy I could be nasty and biased unfair and fussy I could fleece the skin off you and damn you with usury without further subjecting you to all-mightiness of the JUDICIARY I’m mean enough to cross all limits like a wolf I cry, like a lamb I dress my best knavery falls way too behind when compared with the impostor called PRESS I’m a gone case, I admit but I’ve never killed a single person my designs are petty and amateur unlike WALMART, WORLD BANK, or ANDERSON I let people live in their own way my ideals, I don’t shove or push I could be a liar – phoney and sly But fade in comparison to GEORGE BUSH I strip not people of their life-long savings no irreversible damage, no rancour I’m nothing but a trifling little thief and not a behemoth BANKER I stay clear of the innocent I don’t grind them to their knees I posses none of the ruthlessness as that of the corrupt POLICE I could be blunt, but I like it this way better than always whitening the ...

It’s not that I resist just to stand out it’s for a deeper reason that I deny and flout I refuse to follow ideas that cross terms with reason I don’t care if you’d charge me with blasphemy or treason I’m a bohemian, a vagabond a dreamer to the core I glide with my senses with my mind I soar in a far-off land I live away from conventions’ rot u could fetter my body; not colonise my thought my stories could be small my value trifling but freedom is my partner and bliss my sibling I won’t toe the line and I will not conform am here to appease none but beget my own norm Custodians, beware! a rebel has risen in me to cause a wave of change that centuries will live to see.

Like a feather on a wave i float by my days everything is a blur every emotion a haze please break the silence let not the emptiness persist hurt me, better still tell me i still exist

Through the wilderness and forest everyday i run all night and day past the moon and sun i run to ward it off to get rid of it someday but it haunts as it follows it's hell bent to stay it lurks in the corners it springs up in the face holds a sweetened knife stalks with quickened pace i implore it to let go "please set me free" it's a parasite, doesn't listen it sucks its life from me i could peel it off my skin or burn it or throw away if only i could touch it or make it do as i say but HOPE is a hopeless thing a shadow that never leaves it thrives on despair never heals, only grieves.

Nature is playing a cruel game when steeped in his arms, i prayed you to rain but all you lashed was wind in vain now i stare lone and slain and now you shower time and again wounds get wet deepening the pain nature is playing a cruel game