Conversations with a Mirror...

मुक़दर से कब तक टकराया जाये अब , उसकी भी तो हसीयत कहाँ रही ... करूँ तो क्या करूँ ?  तकदीर को बस गले लगाया जाये अब , उसमे भी अब तब्दीलियाँ कहाँ रही ... करूँ तो क्या करूँ ? इतेफाकों की भी गुंजाइश ख़तम अब , सबब में भी समझ कहाँ रही ... करूँ तो क्या करूँ ? उमीदों की भी आस ख़तम अब , हसरतों में अब वो हंसी कहाँ रही ... करूँ तो क्या करूँ ? दुआओं की भी जरुरत किसे अब , खुदाई में उसकी अब वो रजा कहाँ रही ... करूँ तो क्या करूँ ? ऐतबार करें तो करें किसका अब , आंसुओं में भी मेरे अब वो नमी कहाँ रही ... करूँ तो क्या करूँ ?

I was wandering through this deserted desert, feeling the sun's scorching hot rays on my body. There was just me and the sand to fill my dream . The hot blistering sand scratched against my feet. The whoosh past my ear, the scream through the body of that dried cactus. Sure, it was hot .   What was more striking was the dryness of it, which made breathing much harder then before. I lusted for water, wanted to feel the cool droplets tingling on my tongue... And then just from no where I saw a mirage. I knew it's an illusion but what choice I had ? I started feeling the satisfaction of the first sip of that imaginary but not so   deniable  water. It was so real. I can trace back its path starting from my lips, through some intestinal hollow pipe to all the way down. I couldn't continue. Yet, I crawled. All the way to the end. But somehwere in my mind I knew the truth . Was neither able to bear the thirst anymore, nor  able to wake up....

मजबूरियों को हम बस, आँखों में छुपा लिया करते हैं... हम कहाँ रोते हैं बस, हालात रुला दिया करते हैं... हम तो हर पल उन्ही को याद किया करते हैं, पर वो, याद ना करने का इलज़ाम लगा दिया करते हैं... चाहते तो हम भी थे चलना इक सफ़र सुहाना ज़िन्दगी का, पर अँधेरे, अधूरे से रास्ते हमें गुमनाम बना ही दिया करते हैं... मजबूरियों को हम बस, आँखों में छुपा लिया करते हैं... हम कहाँ रोते हैं बस, हालात रुला दिया करते हैं...

A fatal kind of love, That would be yours and mine... A consistent fear, yet a tasty "wine" !!! You are killing me softly, without saying a word, It takes a lethal combination to sooth this burn !!! Which way to go, is what keeps us guessing... Will it be you, or me, to do the messing? To catch a feeling, my god , it's the worse... You were once a blessing, but now a curse! This monster, YOU created him !!! So love it, or leave it, But live to hate it... - Devilish

Your time had come, as I held the gun! Couldn't sit still, to scared to feel... Body wired, mind at a loss, What came next depended on the toss! So get up off your knees moth'fucker! Let us play! Which one of us will it be, that lives to see Another day? So spin the barrel, forget blame! Close your eyes, point and aim! Only a fool whose own blood they've spattered? Now it is your brains that's been splattered! But, a heads up... we'll meet again, on the other side! As for now it was YOU that had to die tonight!!!

Your just a part time lover... Steady, waiting in line behind another.. Oh no not tonight baby - it's his turn ! Once again your feeling burned ! Maybe tomorrow though, i'll let you know... She says, If he's not around, then it's a go... Just what is it that has you this way ? Slips right by when you promised today ! Oh wait - Is that the phone ? Anxiously waiting for the next time around... Cause i'm addicted to how you always put it down!! But as you lay down alone again tonight... Just pray that tomorrow -- she'll come through and make everything right, again !! Coz, you are just a part time lover... Steady, waiting in line behind another...

Through oddly tinted glasses, I scan the grey of death – Stone cold, bone old: In awe I hold an artefact of life inside the eye! The skin, a world it bore Regaling eyes with lands it saw – Perhaps it aired his vanity of mind – Man’s affliction – Self-attraction; narcissistic psyches Doomed to flailing near the end, Drowning in the tortured seas of egos... The girls, a score upon the board of kudos – A sort of aromatic ethos borne of ‘roids Writhing in a world of incidental sex Where monomaniacal minds had lost the plot – With hands evolved for groping, Lips evolved for soaking in secreted juices Err they die and rot, without a proper tale of life to tell.... Dear friend, were we to ever trust our goals? No? And now you know the reason why you died – Like all, you’d been denied.... Now over to you, the curious: You’ll also fray through mechanisms best forgot: So watch your living – There’s no forgiving after death, The turning point when you’ll have had your ...