life's a kick

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

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 ...  

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-introspec...