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farishtey kaha pata raklhtey hain aaj kal

unko to fursat hi nahin hai hawaon mein khuboo dhundaney se
unko kis bin boi hui kyari men khad dalney ki chinta hai
par shayd tumhey hogi
kyunki tumhey in kyario ko tayyar karna hai

shayad is baar baarish achhi ho
aur shayd kuchh kharpatwar aisey ug aayey
jin par farishety ki pasand titaliya aa jayey

when the city was on fire

there was no auction declared

of any desire

to engulf the houses of those who kept quiet

when the world expected them to speakout

but many inocent poele

came to rescue

you from the fire

but you drew them sinide lest

they save you and get saved

why this desire

to sink with the whole boat

do not stir the pot having slowly cooling embers

their desire for maintaining heat

and your desire to distance cold smiles

are all part of a plot

in which your ambitions do not leave any space

for new scripts to be written up

why not abandon the desire to be articulated

only through your subtle eyes

can one erase your presence

by shifting funiture

or rearranging tables or walls

or by ignighting different incense sticks

whose aroma does not

recall the memories pf moments

which are wrapped

in some bundles of altercation

around which verb or noun will fit most aptly

while deciding to not use any adjective

likhna itna aasan kab ho paya hai,
kis janm ka karja is janm mein chukaya hai
jo bhi thi baatey unkahi
kyun jaakar biyaban mein
tumney unko aakhir
bina kahey sunaya hai

baat itni hi nahin thi, jo khmaosh reh leta main
jaaney kitney janmon ka bhoja tha,
jo kandhey par ab tak uthaya hai
atma ko koi daag na lagey bilkul
is liyey is shareer ko jinda hi dafnaya hai

tum kisee milan ka jikra ab kyu karo
is kabra par kaisey aaj
kisee sufi ki ibadat na ho
mainey apni yadon par se
pehra ab aakhir hataya hai

jisko bhi aana ho aayey yaad,
koi aksa hai jisko ab  mainey mitaya hai

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why has your smile been coated with  moist air

heavy and hanging just outside the window pan

neither falling down the branch of an aged tree

nor flying into the clouded sky

has it been stuck on the wall like a poster

on which your father has pasted all the bills

or is it the countsheet

on which some one ticked all the laughters harvested

from a garden soon to be mowed

 when life was a comma,

you put a full stop,

to the smiles that could have fertlised

garden all around

the aroma of  incense i burnt

to welcome you

has extingusihed

but i will roll

more sticks and light them again

will you come

why should you shout when

i am deaf any way,

i wil not hear even if you blow bombs

or just politely knock at my door

i know

what i think you want to say

since i know

why do i mke effort to hear you

when the fires engulf all the trees on road
and water in the steams flowing
alongside dries up
how will i insulate
you from the splashes of blood
when there is violence all around
ho will i was your stains
you may try to catch the streams
but then will you be able to hold them

i only hope
when you can turn the tides
and change the direction in which streams can flow
you will
keep the most thirsty in your heart
the ones whose wounds need to be washed first
will be allowed to take a sip
first

may your desire to be at hand
for those who are innocent and and are still hurt
tie a band
around the wrists of all those
whose fingers may tremble
when you love them
ceaselessly
because they may have hurt you
regardless

how can there be peace

when so many remain

outside the fold

of all the favours we show

all the considerations in a row

will we stop and pause

will we ask and then look for cause

of this violence all around

the loud signals of hurt unbound