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Yes its sinking in.. Rank 40, CSE 2015.The UPSC circle- the close and the beginning.

Bagh-e-Bahisht Se Mujhe Hukam-e-Safar Diya Tha Kyun Kaar-e-Jahan Daraz Hai, Ab Mera Intezar Kar                      - Mohammad...

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Once upon a time.

Once upon a time.
these continents had become one.
then they began to crack and drift apart.

Separated in time.
they still wander.
across this globe, 
longing to unite, then again part.

So, when You and I collide again someday.
There is going to be an earthquake.
A part of us would sink and melt into memories again.
And the other, like new islands and mountains of hope will rise.
What decays, has to rise one day.
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Monday, June 15, 2015

Mankind's experiments with fire...

One day they struck together two wild stones.
Fire, they invented. 
Or discovered it may be.

Then, one day, they called it sacred.
And performed yajnas, 
from birth to marriage to death to eternity.

Then,they began,to burn in it a fellow species.
Fire, they claimed,
would lead to heaven,both the dead and the 'sati'.

Today,they know fire.
A chemical reaction producing smoke.
and warming up the globe.

Whether with firearms,
which kids in our cities play with.
or those by militants and armies,in a Mosul or Tikrit.

Paradoxically.
On this warming up globe,
In this world on fire,raging red.
We're all getting colder,
with indifference or hatred.

As I shiver again, another cold night,
on this warming up globe,
and with every sound of the gun.

I think of, the fire
You once lit up on my forehead, one evening
when you drew up on it, the sun.

Which fire lives forever,
and which perishes with this globe and me.
Is for mankind to see.
So, You want which one?

Sunday, June 14, 2015

The belief of the child...

Do you exist?
I know you do.
Do you love me?
I know you do.

Come, lets shake hands.
Let our joys dance together. 
Let our tears float in that eternal dance.
Let our dreams merge.
So what if we can not.
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Trust.

There will always be 
something, which this crazy world can't see, but you can.
One day it will rip open your walls.
And you'll let the dam crack.
You'll let the water fill your world,
You TRUST that magical dream.
which this crazy world can't see, 
but you can.

And when you are drowning,
you will shout for help
to that someone from somewhere
to come and rescue you.
You TRUST that faithful love.
which this crazy world never knew or felt, 
but you did.

But, you know what?
Your dream may betray you.
That someone from somewhere may not come.
And when its the last,
The reticence of nearing death will silence the sound of the gushing waters,
You'll hear a voice from within.

Your magical dream? No.
Your faithful love? No.
It'll be your own.
That forgotten You.
And it will come, just for a second,
only remind you;
that You had always loved to swim.


Dream and love with innocence and with truth.
But, don't get so lost in them that you forget the You.
You are the truth.
TRUST that YOU.
Then neither dream nor love, can ever betray you.
They'll be yours forever.
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Friday, June 12, 2015

Two minutes more..

When I touched You the last time,
I did not know, it was going to be the last.
Else, I would have stolen You from this world,
after every one-twenty seconds,
asking from you,
Two minutes more.

But, You were TIME.
You slipped away...

Will you let the world take me away..

There is always something, which sustains you from beneath..
There has to be a foundation.
A base, a root, a source.

Go, kindle every part of you.

Allow the world to stampede all your tiny desires.
It will still preserve the You.
It will keep you from falling.

Let not this ignorant world reach it ever.

Let not the world take it away from you.
Your base, your love, your truth.
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Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Inside and outside...

Most of me, lies deep inside You.
And this crazy world can never see this me.
Never reach me.
Never touch me.

The part which will come out sometimes,
in your words,laughter,and tears .
will keep casting a reflection
of my innocence, I left in You.
May it keep that child in You alive.
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Bridges, she does not seek...

Burn all bridges.
This ferry was anyway not going backwards.
What dies today is not love, for it is beyond
but the friend the child in her had found in you.

What lives still in this shivering ferry
struggling amidst these cold and deceitful waters
is an unbowing morale,
a hope, which flickers but will not stall.

And bridges are not what she seeks.
The sea will teach her to swim.

Saturday, June 6, 2015

The day I die..

Dear God,
I still believe you exist.
I still am alive. 
And
I will still make every effort to go on,
to stay pure, and
away from hatred.

Please don't let my faith in you and humankind shatter.
The day that happens, I die.

Friday, June 5, 2015

Story of that trembling touch.

When you touch life, it trembles.
Then it absorbs you.
Then it makes you its.
Then you dissolve.
 and find your moments of truth and peace.
Then you make it yours.

Then you withdraw.
Then it lets you go.
Then you look at your hand.
And you find its mark.
Indelible, timeless, immaculate.

It always leaves its mark..
I do the same.

And then, you silently walk away.
Forgetting your reflection behind.
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Thursday, June 4, 2015

The blackhole

Its gravity.
It pulls everything down.
People fall.

Its gravity. It pulls everything down.
Is that why YOU didn't stand up, and fight for me?
Is that why YOU gave up?

But I still try to forgive you,
telling myself each day,
that may be You lived on a blackhole.

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Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Fix me 2

When You try to simplify,
the complicated,
the simple becomes complicated.

I was simple.
I am becoming complicated.
How do I simplify?

Please fix me.

In continuation to Fix me
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When the earth became a star..

A dark coffee with You, that snowy dawn.
The child in me was still unaware,
that the earth was not witnessing just another polarity reversal,
when the north becomes south, and the south becomes north.

The north had collided with the south;
as your breath touched my forehead, and stayed there, frozen in time.
The élan blinded all those on other planets.
They thought, the Earth had become a star.

The storm that shouts will burst me.

What is wrong?
Why am I talking so much today?
Am I getting closer to myself?
Or is it because You are so far away?
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Defying gravity

It is gravity.
It will pull you down again and again.
Will you not stand up?
Will you not defy it, to remind it
that it is the weakest among all four fundamental forces you have discovered.

It is gravity.
It will pull you down again and again.
Will you not stand up?
Will you not defy it, to remind it,
that the human in you is mightier.

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What is next?

All my fears,
have started to come true one after one.
And now I have begun,
to fear fearing.
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Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Fix me.

No, its not music.
Its my pieces who collide, 
tirelessly inside.
And fall down.

No, its no poetry.
Its my pieces who shout, 
voicelessly shriek out.
And fall down.

Pick up my pieces.
Please fix me.
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Simple.

When your world is drowning,
tumbling upside down.
You'll do anything to protect it.
Simple.
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Monday, June 1, 2015

I am the seed, the kernel, the essence.

Go. Bury me in some dark country of your mind, and your body.
Hide my songs in your silence.
Cover my touch with mud and sand.

But you forget, I am the seed,the kernel, the essence.
One night, when you are tired of this crazy world,
and your heavy eyes shed moisture,
I'll sprout.
In your mind, and in your body.
I'll sprout. I'll grow.
And I'll become the forest.
Go bury me nicely.
in your mind, and in your body.
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The matter collides with the antimatter.

The universe bends. Time curves.
I will again meet YOU.

But, by then my love, I will not remain ME.
Will YOU be YOU?
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