Sunday, 28 September 2014

Don't


Main sadiyaan jee gaya
panna panna calendar chhaant-tey huey
soti aankhon per paani matt daalo.
Mainey sookhi ghaas se resham ka qaaleen buna
mere ghutney harey
tum hansa matt karo.

Saturday, 23 August 2014

Jhaankey Patloon Mein


Dil ka chashma,
chashma duurbeen,
Jhaankey patloon mein
“Yeh kyun hai ghamgeen?”
Badi hee mean!
Din bhar angootha dikhaaye,
raat ko bajaaye meri been.
Gear badley ek se teen,
honth mein dabaaye jaise koi machine.
Horn bajaakey meri bajaaye,
baahon mein choor hoye coffee bean.
Meri morphine,
Meri vaccine,
chubhtee suee si din bhar,
raat le meri chheen.
Kehti whore banoon teri
tu baney mera Charlie Sheen.  
Na nigla jaaye na ultaa jaaye

Hindi movie ka climax scene. 

Friday, 11 October 2013

The End


Bikharr bikharr gaya
titarr bitarr hua
pakdam pakadi chhuppa chhuppi
dil wil chhuaa
Mohabbatt
ikka dukka kshay maat
patta patta jua.

Saham saham gaya
khatam khatam hua
chakku chhuri tamchaa rassi
bin paani kuaa
Dillaggi
ikka dukka kshay maat
patta patta jua.

Ikka dukka kshay maat
patta patta jua
ikka dukka kshay maat
patta patta jua
Zindagi
chauka chhakka bhaagam bhaag
run out hua.

 

Tuesday, 4 June 2013

Twisters (June)

Some more 140-character short stories, for you.

The blind sister was the most beautiful of them all. She didn't know it. They didn't tell her either. What's beauty, she often asked.

He won't carry an umbrella. Even if it rains. Rebel, they say. Every night, alone, he listens to "Pyaar hua iqraar hua." Shhh. He's a rebel.

Oh shit, he screams, there's a hole in the boat. Quick, she shouts, plug it with the harpoon. Awkward silence. They giggle the whole night.

"What's origami?" "It's the art of folding papers to make things. Like birds. With wings." "And heart?" "Yes, that too." "With wings?"

"Ready?" "No. I'm not. Give me a minute." *takes a deep breath* "Okay, I'm ready." "No. You're not." "What!?" "Trust me. You are not."

You need to find humor in things, she said. How'll that help, he asked. It makes you popular, she said, like me. He laughed the whole night.

You're good, she said, but I don't like you. You mean, he asked, in that way? Yup, she said, in that way too. He got himself house arrested.

Damn, he panics, it's the last boarding call. Relax, she says, you promised me you won't panic again. Sorry, he murmurs. That too, she says.

Single, the salesman asked. Yes, I said. Stay alone, he asked again. Yes, I said. You need a vacuum cleaner, he said. We laughed for 30 min.

Going somewhere, he asked. Wandering, she said, you? Me too, he said, mind if I join you? Sorry, she said, two wanderers can never get lost.

Oh god you taste awesome, he said. I taste better with ice cream, she said and winked. Excited, he went to the fridge. He never came back.


Friday, 24 May 2013

Galti Ho Gayi


Aaj subah ek galti ho gayi.
Galti ho gayi ki main uth gaya.
Galti ho gayi,
phir se mainey uss puraani subah mein aankhein khol daali,
jab uth-ta thaa uski aawaaz se.
"College nahin aana kya?
Class shuru honey waali hai."
Galti ho gayi.
Woh aawaaz kaan mein dobaara pad gayi.
Koi gaana dimaag mein kyun nahin aa raha saala!
"Nahin. Aaj attend karne ka mann nahin hai."
Kisko bolun?
Galti ho gayi, aaj usey bolne ka mann kar gaya.
Bhakk saala, radio chalaao.
"Yeh gaana dedicate kiya hai Rahul ne Priya ko...."
Chutiya hai kya!?
Gaana barbaad kar raha hai khud ke liye!
Royega saari zindagi gaana sunkar.
Ek SMS bhejoon?
Nahin. Zor se chillaunga!
Zor se chilaunga nahin aati yaad!
Uskey paas jaake bolunga, nahin aati yaad.
"Soney de yaar aaj, nahin attend karna lecture."
Yaar koi yeh tasveer mitaao dimaag se.

Friday, 12 April 2013

Bik Gaye Kahin


Pata hai kahaan chhupaa rakhaa hai khud ko?
Ya dhoondney ka ab mann nahin karta?
Ya bech diya khud ko bharey baazaar mein?
Chhote chhote sapnon ke keemat badi bhaari,
kaudi kaudi, sikka sikka, umr beetey jaaye saari.
Bech diya re bech diya,
maine hazaar sapnon ko bech diya,
seth ne lagaayi keemat itni pyaari,
uska sapna zara jyada mehenga dikhaai padta hai.
Noton ke beech kahin ek note ban,
pada hoon bandd seth ki tijori mein,
jeb se nikloonga kabhie uska sapna poora karne ko.
Haan bhai, pata hai kahaan chhupa rakhaa hai khud ko.
Bas ab dhoondney ka mann nahin karta.

(Dedicated to all the working class heroes)

Tuesday, 26 February 2013

Marjaani Main Kamli

Maddham maddham sulgey tan,
raat chaandni yun raakh ho gayi.
Teri jalti ungliyon ki ek chubhan se,
marjaani main kamli,
main saakh kho gayi.
Aahiste aahiste nikli siskiyaan,
raat khaamoshi mein chittkaar kho gayi.
Sharam rakhne waalon ki galiyon mein,
marjaani main kamli,
main badnaam ho gayi.
Tinka tinka yun bikhri main,
luterey main lut teri daas ho gayi.
Muskuraaun aise teri jakad mein,
marjaani main kamli,
main be-hayaa ho gayi.
O' Ranjhya dekh Heer teri,
teri Heer na-paak ho gayi.

Thursday, 7 February 2013

Main Chalaa

 
O' sayaane dekh mujhe,
teri bastee mein main baawra sahi.
Tere kad se oonchey tere makaan,
teri viraan galiyon mein main besahaara sahi.
Sikkey sikkey se toli teri kahaani ka bojh,
korey panne ka main koraa afsaanaa sahi.
 
Ummeedon ke par hain, woh toh theek hai magar,
chidiya hee jab qaid hai pinjarey mein...
Kaalaapaani sa tera aasmaan,
main inn chhodi galiyon ka aawaara sahi.
Kuchh aatey kandhey, kuchh jaatey kandhey,
thoda bojh udhaar de jaate kandhey,
ek hee raah par chaltey jaatey kandhey,
manzil meri alag mujhey inn andhon se takraana nahin.

O' sayaane tu jee bhar aaj phir dekh mujhe,
teri bastee mein dobaara aanaa nahin.

Friday, 21 December 2012

...Aur Inn Sab Ke Beech


Hospital ke bed par lee aakhri saans,
aur electric shock ke baad, monitor per aati pehli tedhi lakeer ke beech...
Cinema ki koney waali seat per baithne,
aur andhera hone par uska haath thaamne ke beech...
Race track par jhuke sar,
aur pistol se nikli pehli cheekh ke beech...
Exam hall mein invigilator dekh hue sannatey,
aur pehli kaagaz ki khadkhadaahat ke beech,
Script baar baar padhne aur dohraane,
aur director ke munh se nikle pehle 'action' ke beech...
Panne par ukeri kal ki beeti yaadein,
aur syaahi se bharne ko betaab kore panne ke beech...
Manch par khade judge ke haath mein kaagaz ka tukda dekhne,
aur taaliyon ke shor mein khud ka naam sunn-ne ke beech...
Chehre par maa ke haathon se lagi pehli haldi ka sparsh,
aur haathon se chhoot-ti mehendi ke aakhri nishaan ke beech...
Airport ke darwaaze ke baahar lagi bheed,
aur usmein kisi apne ko intezaar karte paane ke beech...
Dartey hue munh se nikle dil ke woh pehle shabd,
aur uss pehle aalingan ke beech...
Karodon nazron se ghire, maidaan par pehla kadam,
aur tez aati uss pehli gend ka saamna karne ke beech...
Zindagi kisey kehte hain?
Zindagi, isey kehte hain.

Sunday, 25 November 2012

Yeh Muskura Kyun Rahi Hai?


Maatam manaati muskaan.
Honth kuchh zyada hee laal hain.
Mez per rakhi lipstick toh kaali hai.
Shayad khoon peeya hai.
Halka sa cut laga hai.
Pyaala toota hua hai.
Yeh muskuraa kyun rahi hai?
Aaj subah hee kisi ne bola thaa,
moochh ke bina ajeeb lagta hoon.
Yeh dekh rahi hai kya?
Nahin. Aankhein bandd hain.
Iski duniya andhere mein hai.
Teri duniya kaunsi jagmagaa rahi hai?
Teri toh aankhein bhi khuli hain na?
Kisi ne bataaya thaa,
iski aankhein neeli hain.
Neeli?
Uski bhi aankhein neeli theen.
Jhooth bolti, aur neeli ho jaati.
Uskey toh aansoo mein bhi cheeni ghuli thee.
Abhi bhi muskuraa rahi hai.
Neeli aankhon ke sapney.
Achha hai, bandd hain.
Toote pyaale ki dhaar tez hai.
Gira hoga zaroor.
Mere haath se bhi gira thaa pyaala,
uss din usko darwaaze se baahar jaata dekh.
Whiskey?
Rum?
"Zeher hai sir."
Kambakth uss din zeher kahaan thaa?
Yeh abhi bhi muskura rahi hai.
"Postmortem ke liya bhijwaa do.
Aur haan.
Aankhein matt kholna."

Wednesday, 7 November 2012

Twisters (October)

In the race for the morning sun, it was the cold and beautiful night that was left ignored. Yup, they shone bright, before getting charred.

Jobless, out of frustration, he throws a pillow towards her. I'm bored of my life, he says. Me too, she says. I'm equally bored of your life.

It's just fun. It's just a kiss. It's just a moment that I won't miss. Say cheese honey. Then hit the road. And he pressed the button. Click.

The dog's watching, she says. It's just a dog, he says as he tears open her shirt. The dog takes a look at his own penis, smiles, & leaves.

You breaking up with me, he asks. No, she laughs. Really, he asks, even after that pathetic joke? What joke, she asks. He is sulking now.

He was proud of the fact that he had two girls in his life who were ready to kill each other for him. He is sad now. They killed each other.




Thursday, 18 October 2012

शतरंज

ज़िन्दगी की बिसात पर,
हम ही खुद के प्यादे,
खुद के बादशाह भी हम.
क्षय मात का खेल,
दो रंग
हर दिन,
एक शतरंज.
सोच क्या रहे हो?
तुम्हारी चाल है.
 
Zindagi ki bisaat per,
hum hee khud ke pyaade,
khud ke baadshah bhi hum.
Kshay maat ka khel,
do rangg,
har din,
ek shatranj.
Soch kya rahe ho?
Tumhaari chaal hai. 

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

The Archaeologist

सदियाँ गुज़र गयीं, 
लेकिन मैं खड़ा हूँ आज, 
उसी जगह, आखिरी मुलाकात के साथ, 
सब कुछ दफ़नाया था जहां. 
फिर से इतने करीब हो मेरे, 
कहा था ना,
लौट कर आऊंगा.

जिसने तुम्हें भुलाया, 
उन् बेबाक पत्थरीली बातों को हटाऊंगा.  
एक एक कर, टूटते नाखून के साथ, 
हर दफनाई वो याद हटाऊंगा.
सुर्ख पड़ी,  बेजान सी,
टूटे रिश्तों की राख हटाऊंगा.
सब्र कर, समय लगेगा,
तेरे बिन बिताये हर उस पल की, 
सतह हटाऊंगा.

देख सकता हूँ अब, 
तुम्हारी लम्बी गर्दन,
चूमता था जिसे, 
तुम सहम सी जाती. 
वो पतली कमर, 
हाथ रखता था जब, 
तुम पिघल सी जाती.
अभी भी वैसी ही हो, 
जैसा तुम्हें छोड़ा था. 
टकटकी लगाए देख रहा हूँ,
उम्मीद में, 
की शायद इस बेजान बुत्त में जान आ जाए. 
की अचानक शायद दो पंख निकल आयें, 
और मैं देख सकूं तुम्हें,
उड़ता हुआ फिर से.

सख्त हो चुकी उँगलियों से,
महीन ब्रश के कोमल दांतों से,
मिट्टी की आखिरी सतह  हटाऊंगा.
फिर से इतने करीब हो मेरे, 
कहा था ना,
लौट कर आऊंगा.

नाज़ुक हो.
कितनी नाज़ुक हो.
समय बदलता गया तुम्हें.
और तुम बदलती गयी.
यहाँ से दूर तुम्हें,
अजायबघर ले जाऊँगा.
तुम्हें फिर से बनाऊंगा.
फिर से इतने करीब हो मेरे, 
कहा था ना,
लौट कर आऊंगा.

Sadiyaan guzar gayin,
lekin main khada hoon aaj,
usi jagah, aakhiri mulakaat ke saath,
sab kuchh dafnaaya thaa jahaan. 
Phir si itna kareeb ho mere, 
kahaa thaa na, 
laut kar aaunga.

Jisne tumhein bhulaaya,
unn bebaak patthreeli baaton ko hataaunga. 
Ek ek kar, toot-te naakhoon ke saath, 
har dafnaayi woh yaad hataaunga.
Surkh padi, bejaan si, 
toote rishton ki raakh hataaunga. 
Sabr kar, samay lagega, 
tere bin bitaaye har uss pal ki, 
satah hataaunga.

Dekh sakta hoon ab,
tumhaari lambi gardan,
choomta thaa jisey, 
tum saham si jaati. 
Woh patli kamar, 
haath rakhta thaa jab, 
tum pighal si jaati. 
Ab bhi waisi hee ho, 
jaisa tumhein chhoda thaa. 
Taktaki lagaaye dekh raha hoon,
ummeed mein, 
ki shaayad iss bejaan but mein jaan aa jaaye. 
Ki achaanak shaayad do pankh nikal aayein, 
aur main dekh sakoon tumhein, 
udtaa hua phir se.

Sakhth ho chuki ungliyon se, 
maheen brush ke komal daanton se, 
mitti ki aakhiri satah hataaunga.  
Phir si itna kareeb ho mere, 
kahaa thaa na, 
laut kar aaunga.

Naazuk ho.
Kitni naazuk ho.
Samay badalta gaya tumhein,
aur tum badalti gayi.
Yahaan se duur tumhein,
ajaayabghar le jaaunga.
Tumhein phir se banaaunga. 
Phir si itna kareeb ho mere, 
kahaa thaa na, 
laut kar aaunga.  

Sunday, 14 October 2012

बड़े बेआबरू होकर निकले

 
मोहब्बत में,
बड़े बेआबरू हो, 
उनके दिल से हम निकले. 
गए थे नंगी रूह लेकर, 
कम्बखत जिस्म बेच, 
उनके घर से हम निकले.
सुनने गए थे,
उनकी आवाज़ में,
प्रेम के वो ढाई आखर, 
"कुल्टा", "कुलच्छिनी", "तवायफ़" बन, 
उनकी चौखट से हम निकले.
लेकर गए थे,
डिबिया सिन्दूर की, 
आँखों में,
भरी माँग की तमन्ना पाले,
आँखों का काजल फैला कर, 
उनके कूचे से हम निकले.
मोहब्बत में,
बड़े बेआबरू हो, 
उनके दिल से हम निकले. 



Mohabbatt mein,
badey be-aabru ho,
unke dil se hum nikle.
Gaye they nangi ruuh lekar,
kambakth jism bech,
unke ghar se hum nikle.
Sunn-ne gaye they,
unki aawaaz mein,
prem ke woh dhaai aakhar,
"kulta", "kulachhini", "tawaayaf" ban,
unki chaukhat se hum nikle.
Lekar gaye they,
dibiyaa sindoor ki,
aankhon mein,
bhari maang ki tammanna paale,
aankhon ka kaajal phaila kar,
unke kooche se hum nikle.
Mohabbatt mein,
badey be-aabru ho,
unke dil se hum nikle.

Monday, 1 October 2012

बादल छोटा पड़ गया

पूरा शहर भिगोने को, एक बादल छोटा पड़ गया. 
बरसा ऐसे, गरजा ऐसे, कहीं गीला, तो कहीं सूखा छोड़ गया.
पता नहीं, कम्बख़त शहर फैला जा रहा है, 
या मुआ यह आसमान सिकुड़ गया.  


Poora sheher bhigoney ko, ek baadal chhota pad gaya.
Barsa aise, garja aise, kahin geela, toh kahin sookha chhod gaya.
Pataa nahin, kambakhat sheher phaila jaa raha hai,
ya muaa yeh aasmaam sikud gaya.

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

... कहीं आंसू ना निकल जाएँ

जब भी आइना देखा,
घंटों अपनी आँखों को एकटक घूरा,
कभी इन आँखों में झाँकने की हिम्मत्त ना हुई.
डरता हूँ कहीं आंसू ना निकल जाएँ.

जब भी आँखें बंद कीं,
घंटों जगमगाते उथले सपनों में खोया रहा,
कभी गहरी यादों में डूबने की हिम्मत्त ना हुई.
डरता हूँ कहीं आंसू ना निकल जाएँ.

जब भी किसी से आखिरी बार मिला,
घंटों बेकार की कहानियां सुनता सुनाता रहा,
'मत जाओ', कभी कहने की हिम्मत्त ना हुई.
डरता हूँ कहीं आंसू ना निकल जाएँ.

हाँ, दो आंसूं टपके ज़रूर थे.
उस दिन धूप कुछ ज्यादा ही तेज़ थी.


Jab bhi aaina dekha,
ghanton apni aankhon ko ektak ghoora,
kabhie inn aankhon mein jhaankne ki himmatt na hui.
Darta hoon kahin aansoo na nikal jaaein.

Jab bhi aankhein bandd ki,
ghanton jagmagaate utthle sapnon mein khoya raha,
kabhie geheri yaadon mein doobne ki himmatt na hui.
Darta hoon kahin aansoo na nikal jaaein.

Jab bhi kisi se aakhiri baar mila,
ghanton bekaar ki kahaaniyan sunta sunaata raha,
'mat jaao', kabhie kehne ki himmatt na hui.
Darta hoon kahin aansoo na nikal jaaein.

Haan, do aansoo tapke zaroor they.
Uss din dhoop kuchh jyaada hee tez thee.

Saturday, 22 September 2012

यादें

यादें. 
कुछ यादें दिल में रह गयीं, 
कुछ यादें कागजों पर रह गयीं.
कुछ कागज़ डायेरी के पन्ने रह गए, 
कुछ कागज़ मेरी जेब में रह गए.
कल रात एक जेबकतरा,
मेरी कुछ यादों को अपने साथ ले गया.
संभाल के रखना भाई,
थोड़ी नाज़ुक हैं.
वज़न ज्यादा लगे तो,
पानी में बहा देना.
मैं समंदर किनारे रोज़ मिलूंगा,
ढलते सूरज के नीचे,
डूबा हुआ,
इन् यादों में.


Yaadein.
Kuchh yaadein dil mein reh gayin,
kuchh yaadein kaagazon par reh gayin.
Kuchh yaadein diary ke panne reh gaye,
kuchh kaagaz meri jeb mein reh gaye.
Kal raat ek jebkatraa,
meri kuchh yaadon ko apne saath le gaya.
Sambhaal ke rakhna bhai,
thodi naazuk hain.
Vazan jyada lagey toh,
paani mein bahaa dena.
Main samandar kinaare roz miloonga,
dhaltey sooraj ke neeche,
dooba hua,
inn yaadon mein.

Sunday, 9 September 2012

मैं दुआ मांगता हूँ

अपनी पहुँच से दूर, आसमान में टिमटिमाते तारों से जलता हूँ.
और एक टूटते तारे को, आसमान से गिरता देखकर, खुद की सलामती की,
मैं दुआ मांगता हूँ.

बटुए में किसी दुसरे की, खनकते सिक्कों की आवाज़ से जलता हूँ.
और एक खोटे सिक्के को, तालाब में उछाल कर, खुद की तिजोरी भरने की,
मैं दुआ मांगता हूँ.

आँखों में किसी अनजान की, झलकती ख़ुशी से जलता हूँ.
और एक टूटी पलक को, हवा में उड़ाकर, खुद के आंसू पोंछने की,
मैं दुआ मांगता हूँ.

सुनकर खबर किसी अपने की मौत की, उसे मिली मुक्ति से जलता हूँ.
और मृत-शय्या पर रखी राख, माथे पर मल, खुद की लम्बी उम्र की,
मैं दुआ मांगता हूँ.

Sunday, 2 September 2012

Twisters (August)

Driving his rickety car, he sees a huge billboard. His face, with "The Next Big Thing" written. He hates that "Next". He hates his car.

She pulled him off the couch to feel the nature. Under the tree she serves him tea. This is cold, he mumbles. A pigeon drops poop in the tea

I'm blond, but not dumb, she says as she spots a tablet in her drink. He gulps. You could've simply powdered & mixed it in salad. He smiles.

You should write, she said. The book was published. None bought it. Not even her. He tore off the first page. The book was dedicated to her.

Fixed the chair, she asks. He is quiet. Soccer's on. And the door, she shouts. The coffee table breaks under his punch. That too, she says.

His words were her aphrodisiac. Women were waiting for his next romantic blockbuster. He was enjoying the stardom, in his appartment, alone.

No one else in the ballroom. The lights are dimmed. As they begin to dance, she steps on his cape with her heels. A hole. Oops. They kiss.

They both were dying to meet each other. So much to talk. So much to share. After months, they met. Silence. They had nothing to talk.

Infidelity won't take you far, he says. Really? Seems your love also managed to get you only this far, she says, as she kisses the new guy.

Red eyes. His mouth foaming. The dog knows nothing of it. He just wants to be in his master's lap. The master loads his gun. Bam. Silence.

The silhouette that was sharp on the edges. Damn, as I see blood dripping down the fingers, not everything's as soft as they seem.

This is a dream, he says, as he opens his eyes, finds her sitting by his side. Then, it is a good dream, she says, planting her lips to his.


Wednesday, 29 August 2012

अंगड़ाई

 
रात भर की मस्ती याद है,
जाम याद है, साथी याद है,
बंद आँखों से  देखा सपना याद है,
सुबह सुबह का सिरदर्द याद है.
याद नहीं है तो सिर्फ़,
सोने से पहली भरी,
चैन की वो आखरी अंगड़ाई.   
 
टीयूशन में बिताए वो घंटे याद हैं, 
गणित की वो तीन मोटी किताबें याद हैं.  
सारी रात गटकी वो कॉफी याद है,
रिज़ल्ट आने पर बटी मिठाई याद है.  
याद नहीं है तो सिर्फ़,
इम्तिहान ख़त्म होने के बाद भरी,
चैन की वो आखरी अंगड़ाई.
 
मीटिंग में हुई वो बक-बक याद है,
प्रौफिट याद है, लौस याद है.
रात भर बैठ कर बनाई वो स्ट्रेटेजी याद है,
प्रेसेंटेशन के बाद मिली वाह-वाही याद है.
याद नहीं है तो सिर्फ़,
कम्प्यूटर बंद करने के बाद भरी,
चैन की वो आखरी अंगड़ाई.

Sunday, 26 August 2012

मयखाना

शान-ए-महफ़िल, जान-ए-मयखाना,
अधूरी सी बोतल, नशे का ताना बाना.
ज़िन्दगी का जश्न, तन्हाई का अफसाना,
दास्तान-ए-इश्क़ में जलता, एक और परवाना.
प्याले खनके, जाम छलके, 
मदहोशी का आलम सुहाना.
बहके दिल, बहके कदम, गवाही देता,
दौर-बर-दौर, यह मयखाना.


Shaan-E-Mehfil, Jaan-E-Maykhaana,
Adhoori si botal, nashey ka taana baana.
Zindagi ka jashn, tanhaai ka afsaana,
Daastaan-E-Ishq mein jalta, ek aur parwaana.
Pyaale khankey, jaam chhalkey,
Maddhoshi ka aalam suhaana.
Behkey dil, behkey kadam, gawaahi deta,
Daur-bar-daur, yeh maykhaana.

Sunday, 19 August 2012

बाल्टी भर अरमान

 
दिल निचोड़ा.
बाल्टी भर अरमान निकले. 
कुछ  भूले से, कुछ भुलाए से.
कुछ अपने से, कुछ पराये से.
कुछ  ताज़े से, कुछ पुराने से.
कुछ सौम्य से, कुछ बचकाने से.
कुछ अरमान, जो चुपचाप बूँद बूँद टपकते रहे,
कुछ अरमान, जो पूरे होने की चाहत में, बाल्टी से छलकते रहे.
कुछ  अरमान, जो पानी-सा रंगहीन थे,
कुछ अरमान, मटमैले, काले, रंगीन थे.
कुछ खोखले से अरमान, सतह पर तैरते रहे.
कुछ पत्थर से अरमान, तले को चूमते रहे.
लेकिन इस बीच, बाल्टी से एक आवाज़ आई.
देखा, तो कुछ बुलबुले दिखे.
मुर्दे से अरमानों के बीच, एक अरमान अब भी सांस ले रहा था.

Saturday, 18 August 2012

Izzhaar 2

एक शाम उस कॉफी शॉप में,
घंटों तक उनके सामने बैठे रहे.
उनकी बातों को सुनते रहे,
कुछ बोलने से बचते रहे.
नज़रों से खुद को छुपाते रहे,
सफ़ेद कमीज़ को सौस से बचाते रहे.  
धड़कनों का शोर कहीं कानों तक न पहुँच जाए,
कम्बखत धड़कनों को सीने में दबाते रहे.
मन तो था बताने का उन्हें काफ़ी कुछ,
मगर इज़हार करने से डरते रहे.
हर कदम पर पाँव पिघलते रहे.
मोम का दिल लेकर देखो खामोशी से,
हम सूरज से इश्क करते रहे.

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Friday, 10 August 2012

Twisters 151 - 175

Shall we declare our relation public, she asks, they'll be happy. And, he asks. They'll be happy, she says. And, he asks. Chuck it, she says.

I've lost my heart to that lady, he says. Have you lost your mind, she asks, in disbelief. No, he says, I said heart. She's speechless.

If you ever visit a slaughterhouse, she says, you'll turn veggie. Don't know about that, he says, I once visited a temple. I turned atheist.

Years after the break up, she insisted on giving relationship another try. He refused. You ended it, he says. Can't let you end it again.

Will they accept me in this dress, she asks. Who cares, he says. And you, she asks. You care about that, he questions. She buys the dress.

Terrible pills, he says, I can do with some laughs. Well, she says, laughter is the best medicine. And they laugh. Till he chokes and dies.

Give me a word, and I'll write you a poem on it, he says. Love, she replies. Ah, I asked you to give me a word, not a poem itself, he says.

Why is Tim's house having a flag, asks Alice. His father was a brave man, says father. Aren't you brave, asks Alice, as he opens a beer can.

Sitting on a wheelchair, she dreams of football & salsa. Liked it, the mother asked. Yes, she said, as she got up. Perfect chair for granny.

I'm unpredictable, he says. Not at all, she says. Damn, he says and moves to kiss her. She kicks him in crotch. You're predictable, she says

The professor asked about mechanism of erection. Only she raised her hand. You know a lot miss, he teased. Too many dicks around, she said.

His depression is her inspiration. His failures, someone's warning. Everyday he prays, for he doesn't want his past to be someone's future.

You are my world, she says. World is cruel, he says. Always been this pessimist, she asks. Don't play the half glass game with me, he says.

Boss said I'm incompetent & lazy, he says, dejected. Didn't he say you are a coward, she asks. He can see her, rubbing salt, on the chicken.

Always there for you, he says. You are in a different country, she says. Well, he says, that's how they say. In movies, she asks. He gulps.

Someday, I'll be able to hug this smoke coming out of my lungs. Till then, let me gaze at those clouds. Forming, deforming, forming again.

She left the mystery book without an end. The readers kept guessing. None closer to what was in her mind. In the end, she became the mystery

The man who found her in dumps. The man who brought her from obscurity to the world of glamor, she no more finds him worthy of her standards

In his eyes, she could see the world. A world without her. Who says there is no romance in the final goodbye?

He ain't complaining. He only taught her how to achieve success. She broke off the deal before he could teach her about failure. He smiles.

He opened his workplan. Falling in love wasn't a part of his agenda this month. Dammit, he slammed his desk hard. He is lagging behind now.

Rogues all around, he rolled down his shirt's sleeve. His arm had his mother's name tattooed. He didn't want his mother to see him fighting.

How about a make up sex, he asks. They proceed towards vanity van. He gets undressed. She goes inside the make up room. He knew she was dumb

Turn on the radio, he said. Dedicated a song to you. Not now, she said, I'm sleeping. That night, the city heard the most romantic song ever

Twisters 126 - 150

Born with a hole in the heart, she spent her life looking for that perfect ring for it. Sadly, the world was clueless about heart piercing.

He hugged her tight. He could see her face gone red. A sound of bone cracking. She gasping for breath. He was squeezing the best out of her.

The white tiles in the washroom have gone yellow, she says. They are yellow only, he says. Oh, she mumbles, hiding a scrub pad in a corner.

How do I look, she asked. Gorgeous, he said, as always. You're mad, she said. For you, he replied. Pause. He should've avoided cliches.

I've no hope left, he mumbles, wandering alone in his empty house. Hungry, he checks the refrigerator. Fuck, he shouts, I've no bacon left!

He lit another cigarette. Since when did you start smoking, she asked. Since when did you start taking interest in me, he asked.

She got everything she loved tattooed on her. He kept searching for his name. It's inside me, she said. He unbuttoned her. Liar, he said.

They undressed. She saw a scar on his thigh. Vietnamese torture, he said, Army. He saw a scar on her thigh. Iron chain, she said, sex slave.

I'm gonna get to the bottom of this, she says, scratching ass, throwing the puzzle book away. Guess you already are at the bottom, he says.

The magician plays tricks for his li'l daughter. She is delighted. He tells her the secret. She's crying now. His wife's smirk is visible.

Have I lost you, forever, he asked, watching his wife pack the bags. Damn! I've lost my comb, she said. Ignored, he has lost all hopes now.

Why are you smiling, he asks. Your Superman tie is cute, she says. It ain't cute, he says. He is Man of Steel! She ain't meeting him again.

You saw that bitch, he said to his dog. She has been sleeping with other men! Bitch! The dog quietly retired in his room. He was confused.

She entered the room in a satin dress. He sensed a hint there. This was his night. He spilled mustard on her. It wasn't his night anymore.

You get the kids, I get the sofa, he says. That's my sofa, she says. Well, those are my kids also, he says. Take them, she says. He shrugs.

Tears in eyes, she wrote the name of her ex on sand. Waves erased it. She wrote again. The waves erased it again. She returned home smiling.

The kid wanders in the streets, selling heart shaped balloons to the modern people of the urbania. Such heartless people they are, he says.

Why acting serious, she asks. If I crack jokes, I'm afraid you'll fall for me, he says. Won't happen, she says. Your jokes suck anyway.

Frankly honey, he says, we lost the road an hour ago. Why didn't you ask for directions, she asks. No one knows the way to nowhere, he says.

No nail clippers. Can be a potential weapon, the airport staff said. Well, he says, how about a big sharp toe nail across someone's throat?

Something illegal in the bag, she says. What, he asks. You don't know, she says. Why would it be there then, he says. Later, they made love.

Leaving a long trail of love on his back with nails, she asks, What's this, feeling a scar. He smiles. A friend loved me a li'l too much.

Nothing beats a lady in white, he said. What, she exclaimed. Why would anyone beat a lady otherwise? He still can't believe he proposed her.

I want to know you more, she says. He unzips his pants. I mean your profession, she says. Oh. I'm a doctor, he says. Can we have sex now?

So, is it over, he asks. When did it ever start, she said, adjusting her bra. Shall I order pizza, he asks. No tomatoes for me, she says.

Door slammed open, they entered the room. A li'l kohl here, a little lipstick there. The creasless white sheets never looked this inviting.

Twisters 101 - 125

He learns a guitar tune for her. You're pathetic, she says with a smile. He's blushing. Their eyes meet. Next time, try violin, she says.

She painted dreams, with melodies from the harp. He sculpted realities, with his weeping guitar. Together, they wrote the symphony of life.

The handcuffs remained. Only the people around him changed. From the exotic hooker, to the police officer, to the doctor in mental asylum.

If I were to murder someone, will you alert the cops, he asks. Of course, she says. But you know me, he says. I thought I knew you, she says

She remembered him saying, the day he got letter from the army, "Don't worry. The story is just beginning." She now sobs over his dead body.

He painted his girl's face. Everyone said it reminded them of their girl. He smiled. Then they all took the same name. He was shattered.

You should meet my boyfriend. I think you'll like him, she said. I will, he said. Days later, she is devastated. She got dumped for him.

She wore the new nightgown. Adjusted her pillow. It was the end of her nightmares. And then, she gulped down a handful of sleeping pills.

Everytime I see you, I get moist, she said. He smiled. They both were happy. She was talking about her eyes. He was thinking something else.

Girls want nothing else, but honesty, she said. To be honest with you, he said, I love you, and I don't have money. He never heard from her.

I love Chinese ladies, he says. Isn't it being racist, she asks. If I love the race, how can that be racism, he says. She ain't laughing.

The bartender was sent to jail. He murdered him. All these months, he used to frequent his bar, alone. He came with a girl yesterday.

Dunno what's orgasmic, he says, the coffee, or watching you make that coffee? You are sick, she says. Must be the coffee then, he says.

They say it's a haunted hut. The kids heard a loud thud, and a scream "Oh God!". There's a ghost, he said. No, ghosts don't swear, she said.

The machine at the entrance kept beeping. I got some iron rich blood, he joked. No one laughed. Time for a rectal check sir, the guard said.

They are lurking into abyss. It's too dark, he says. No, I can see things, she says, I can hear things. Forgot your medicines again, he asks

He bends backward to dodge the bullet. He had seen that in movies. He now suffers from broken spine. Paralysed. Movies didn't tell him this.

He wanted to breakup with her. She was in the kitchen. I think it's not working between us, he said. Then he saw the knives rack near her.

My pants are on fire, he says, intending to rape her. She aims a fire extinguisher at his crotch. Bam! That will cool it down, she says.

He spilled the orange crush on her. You got a real crush on me, she joked. They laughed till he touched her boobs to wipe off that crush.

She was in a mental asylum. This is the most horrible thing I've done to my date, he says. Well, not worse than the girl who turned lesbian.

While making out, I suddenly realized the pending presentation. I started dressing. What happened, she asked. Saw the Bat signal, I said.

You give me the sleeping pills, I give you the kisses, he says. She gives him the pills. And some more. She ain't waiting for the kisses.

He was man of ideals. Illegal cable wasn't his kind of thing. I offer you two porn channels free, the cableguy said. He instantly agreed.

More than the humiliation of losing, more than jealousy of watching her win, it was the grief that killed him, for his efforts went in vain.

Twisters 76-100

They killed everyone on their way. There was a victory celebration. Those, who won. And those, who were freed from the chains of existence.

She danced in the snow. The snow that happened last year. It's all gone. Turned water. Into the ocean. The waves are dancing to her tunes.

Love. Always overestimated. Neither she asked him, nor did he tell her. Years went by. Times changed. And love remained a hapless creature.

Can you tell me the directions to Taj, he asks. Sure, she says, I'll drop you there. Ten minute ride. He still can't get over her fragrance.

The dog kept barking. It's a mad dog, he says. Call the vets. They put him down with a shot. Madness was everywhere. Only the dog showed it.

Honey, I'm over here, he says on the phone. Just walk in the direction of your boobs. She went down. Next day, he bought her a wonderbra.

Nothing that music can't mend, he says. Court has granted me custody of son, she says. Another addition to the list 'things music can't mend'.

"Let's set this straight", he says. "You love me. I love you. We both love lying." Let's build our own castle of lies then, she says.

The cut on his face is looked upon as the mark of masculinity by the audience. They don't know he got it from a saucer his girl threw at him.

She fell for him, his body, his tuxedo and the shiny leather shoes. Indressing him was quite a pleasure. Until she saw his Star Wars boxers.

I don't give a fuck to what you say, he said. Eyes glued on the TV, she kept sipping the wine. She wasn't giving a fuck to what he was saying.

I love you, he says. I love you too, she replies. After a minute of awkward silence, he says, just kidding. I know, me too, she says.

Bungee jumping is how he wanted to impress her. The girl was impressed. The crowd saw him wet his pants. But he is a happy soul tonight.

She tried a two piece swimsuit. You look better in a one-piece suit, he says. She removes her bra. He smiles. They make love all day long.

Year after the breakup, they decide to connect with each other again. I'm getting married, she texts. She's still waiting for a reply.

The sex was good. The only time in the day when they talked to each other. He resumed work on the laptop. She switched on the TV. Happy couple.

Everyone makes mistakes. So did she. Must forgive her, he thought. I forgive you, she said. Bitch, he shouted, you're the one who made mistake!

Living in the world of lies, she mustered courage to come out with the truth. They laughed at her. She seeks asylum in the fake society now.

He came home, irritated. He's never been like this. Beer's not cold, he mumbled, and crashed on sofa. The dog is afraid to come near him.

Everything irritates him. The dog's wagging tail, the noise of a sitcom, the nagging colleague. I love you, she said. So?, he replied.

They churned out sad songs. The fans, they cried in admiration. The band members, they laughed their asses off seeing such misery.

He smoked. Smoked. Kept smoking till he coughed his lungs out. He smiled. He never felt better before. He'll do anything to feel alive.

She wanted to surprize him by giving him a lap dance. She pulled a chair. I'll prefer sofa, he said. Spent the night alone watching soccer.

He tried the tandoori chicken flavored condom for his non vegetarian girl. "I don't like boneless chicken" was her reply. He was shattered.

He woke up. There was a red lipstick mark on his cheek. "Make-up, even in night!" He saw the same stains on bedsheet. Now he was furious.