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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...

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Hot air

Scorch me again.
Deliquesce me.Char me.
Diminish me again.

But, like hot air,
I'll rise. I'll expand.
I'll rain over you.
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Saturday, May 30, 2015

Peace or freedom

Why do You cage yourself every time?
I know, you think, doing that can buy you some peace.
But you forget,
There can be no peace without freedom.
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Friday, May 29, 2015

You and Me.

I know YOU are not the answer to my questions.
YOU know I am the question YOU can not answer.
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Thursday, May 28, 2015

To Prattu, with love.

I always believed that marriages were sacred.
Because love without commitment is hollow.
But marriage without love is also empty.
You make a new start tomorrow.
And I believe and pray that the faith which took you to marriage is strenthened,
and your life is touched by the love
which the woman in you craves and truly deserves.

You are a blessed child of God.
Tomorrow is a new day,a new beginning.
Go live it to the full...

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Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Shouting poems...

I know my poems shout.
But I write, so that I do not.
And because in this whole big city,
I am able to find not a single place where I can.

So please bear with my shouting words.
They are all YOU can have of ME now.
They are all I have of YOU in ME.

That dawn in the mountains.

That Christmasi new year in the mountains.
When the bells were ringing amidst the cold misty evening.
I bowed down to you 
and heard your silence for the first time.
Were you the temple?
To temples I went, I had a wish inside.
A wish to be fulfilled.
But that evening when I had you,
There was no other wish.

The next day, when I came back from you.
I had a wish.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

I know you are lost..

What are you thinking?
Don't search yourself in that mirror.
You'll never find YOU.

Be the mirror.
The whole world, you then carry in YOU.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

The storm within and without

ये धुंधला जहां है ,खुदा तू कहाँ है 
तू बसता कहीं खुद में था,लापता है 

वो वादी,वो नींदें,परी की कहानी 
मै फिर ढूंढ़ता हूँ,वो मिलती कहाँ है 

ये बारिश की बूँदें,मै छूना तो चाहूँ 
ये तूफ़ान पर,मेरा घर ले उड़ा है 

मै जाऊं कहाँ अब,रास्ता पूछता है 
ये सैलाब मुझमें,नहीं थम रहा है 

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

The paradox

You were a soliloquy.
I was the abode.
One day You found Me.

I would tell you.
Do you remember?
I would tell you.
the best thing which happened to me was that
'You found Me.'

The paradox.
Today you have a home.
Your abode.
And I become,
The soliloquy.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

I'll go.

I came back.
Not because I wanted something from you.
But because of you.
I came back as the formless voice, 
not as a body.

I came back 
not because I was defeated and looked up to you for hope.
But to give you hope.
I came back as those peaceful words
not as a body.

I came back
not because I found you alone and hoped to offer company.
But because you were alone.
I came back as the tuneless music
not as a body.

Now that you want me to,
I'll go.

In prayerful silence.
I'll go 

I'll go,
as the formless voice,
as those peaceful words,
as the tuneless music.
I'll go.

Saturday, May 16, 2015

But I am 2

Yes, I smear.
on this same piece of paper 
again, like ink.
I am strewn.
But I am also the timeless, fathomless colouration
smeared into words with longing and love.

Yes I am scorched.
by these blazing scintillations
again, like a dry leaf.
I am burning.
But I am also the obscure-less, murk-less light
which shines every morning from your window.

And comprising the ink and the scorched leaf, 
I am not the ocean,
but this boundless, endless flood-the deluge, 
No, not this flood in your city;
But this flood each day inside you.
I rise inside.
I belong to no place, no one, 
but I am also yours.

गिरा हूँ स्याही सा,फिर आज कागज़ पे
मै बिखरा हूँ,हाँ पर रंग गहरा भी हूँ

झुलसा हूँ तिनके सा;फिर चिंगारियों में
मै जलता हूँ,हाँ पर मै उजेरा भी हूँ

मै सैलाब हूँ ये,समंदर नहीं हूँ
नहीं इस शहर में;तेरे अंदर कहीं हूँ 
मै उठता हूँ रोज़,
नहीं हूँ किसी का,हाँ पर तेरा भी हूँ 

Friday, May 15, 2015


Yes, I am 
this craving in your heart.
This perpetual amaranthine craving.
unfading, undying, infinite.


your words would make efforts,
to explain me, 
to define me.

And these other times,

I'd keep defining your words.
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Thursday, May 14, 2015

But I am.

टूटा हुआ हूँ इसी शाख पर से 
मै सूना हूँ, हाँ पर मै बसेरा भी हूँ 

जगा हूँ अभी तेरी नींदों के भ्रम से 

मै तनहा हूँ, हाँ पर मै सवेरा भी हूँ 

मै उलझा हुआ हूँ 

मै धुंदला रहा हूँ 
नहीं जानता हूँ 
कहाँ जा रहा हूँ 
नहीं हूँ किसी का, हाँ पर  तेरा भी हूँ 

Yes, I fall from the same branch this autumn again. 
I am empty, 
but I am also the nest of timeless wordless dreams,
built long, with patience and faith.

Yes, I wake up from your same dream this morning again. 
from the delusion that you lie beside,
to make my everything all right.
I am lonely, 
but I am also the hope of those spotless malice-less dawns,
we dreamt, to wake up to each day.

And like the nest and the dawn, I have begun to fade,
I'm dissipating, decaying, beginning to disappear.
I do not know, where 
I am going from here.

I belong to no place, no one, 
but I am also yours.

The ceaseless effort

Day after day, night after night
the play goes on.
The dusk and the dawn
they visit this broken window of my room.
and also this longing heart inside
lying there on the corner of that bed,

The sunlight pure, limpid, yellow

it dances, it burns
I want to talk to it
touch it
feel it every where in my soul.
But when i reach out, it slips away
in the evening darkness.

There seems no end to this longing.

I am lost
in this incessant play.
I am lost
in this night and the day.
I am lost 
in this ceaseless effort
I make every day.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Find me someone.

So, suddenly all that ever made sense
turns out sans any sense.
All that I thought was pure 
becomes wrong.
It has never been so alone.
Never been so scary, 
for you had been all along.

I would wonder if Love was bigger or Dream.
But when none remained, I realised that I was lost.