The Poet in me - 7

Sangeeth ki kami

एक समय की बात है...

Dhoondne chala mein ek avaaz ki talash mein,

Ek tarfa pyar mein jo gira,

Utha liya mein ek Guitar ko,

Socha tha dard bhare geet gaunga,

Magar patha chala mere andar Sangeeth ka Sa bhi nahi tha,

Pyar na milne ka dard toh mit gaya,

Mere andar Sangeeth na hone ka dard cha gaya,

Isi gham mein liktha chala gaya mein,

Likhte likhte pata chala, khalipan aur niraasha phail raha tha mein,

Aur andhar khoj ne se, Sangeeth phir bhi nahi mila,

Mila tho sirf shabdhon ka khajana.

Khud se pooch

Kuch khoj ne nikla hu...saath chaloge?

Ek safar tay karna hein..saath nibhaoge?

Safar lamba rahega...aakhir tak rahoge?

Samandar paar karna hein, terna nahi aata...sambhaloge?

Har mod pe mushkilen milenge...hosla badaoge?

Ruk jaunga, haar mantha jaunga...Josh bharoge?

Iss safar mein, teenon ka "Haan" zaruri hein...teenon ko pooch:

Uss se pooch..

Khuda se pooch..

Khud se pooch.

A Boat called destiny

In search of peace,

I sat in a boat,

Running away from what I built,

Leaving behind my guilt,

I started rowing away from the chaotic shores.

I faced my fears,

I faced the monstrous waves,

With a sense of achievement,

That I have travelled afar,

Only to look back and see nothing but endless, open waters.

In search of God,

I have rowed for eternity,

Neither do I find a Ship to take me to my destiny,

Nor do I have energy to go back to the chaotic shores.

I only hear god's audacity "I am the reason for everything, I am the creator and destroyer". I begged him to either send me a Ship, or continue to write my destiny with his favourite pen, and I would fight with my favourite sword.

Self Exploration

Floating through life,

With imaginary ambitions,

With false aspirations,

Accepting my flaws,

Acknowledging my disabilities,

Living in fear,

Waiting to lose,

Hiding my psychopath self,

Protecting my sadistic self,

Trying to be the good person that I am not,

Flaunting the angel in me, that is never in me,

Camouflaging smiles and happiness with existence,

Expressing my inner thoughts,

Writing away lines and phrases,

At some point, people reading it as Verses and as thought provoking words,

While many rejecting it as frustrations and desperations.

I wonder why my writings shape up this way that prompts readers to ask me "All ok, what's wrong?", when actually life is reasonably fair!