Define Me

Yesterday you asked me, why do I speak?
I, a slave of my habit responded with an answering question as to why do you listen?
Do you not know that I don’t verbalize any words but you create them in your mind through your hearing? You do not make my words discernible when you hear them; you make your own thoughts audible through your hearing. And if my words are your own doing then I am definitely not what you think me to be. The essence of your caricature of me is you, yourself.
Not me.
Do you know what I thus achieve? I achieve independence; I gain a self which is free from your scrutiny …. free from any boundaries you make to restrict it.
I gain ME. But this does not mean I have dissected you. How can I? I do not have the control or the desire. This same verity frees you as well. You only have to realize your freedom just as I have.
Does this make you wonder what am I then?
Do not think on it. Take me as I am just as I have taken you; without queries. There is no other way for us.

Watercolour Stains

The palette is dry
And his face wet
with stains of colours
that survived

Soon the light will blend every colour to a pastel smile
Soon the life,
will die

Estranged - arent we all?

Today,
I killed myself with a book.
Its words mutilated my thoughts and overruled everything that bore resemblance to me.
Today… I killed myself with a book.
Tomorrow… Am hoping to die at the hands of a film.

a moment of insanity

Black is the silence stretched upon your soul. Aging significantly with every passing moment, strong are its ties within you, without you.

Black is the colour of light shining in the solace of your room. Shattering every facade of surroundings, dead is its illusion inside you, outside you.

Black is blue, bluer than all ideas written across your face. Shadowing every line with comfort, alive is its darkness between you and me.

...but a dream

The only images I remember are of glasses falling… cars whirling… blood dripping…
and then the visions stop- at that precise moment.
I never see them crashing, colliding or staining. I never see me dead, only dying.

here's to life

I love assuming the role of wind.
Faceless. Artless.
Breezing into your life without a guise, sending your hair flying in mute surprise, stretching your smile acres wide... And then leaving, without leaving a trace behind.

the smile of a faceless child

I, live in stories
Of left handed trees,
Men with wings,
In glass bottomed ships.
I live my life,
Lost…
YOU, bid life
on my unfinished words
wondering and waiting
for the trunk to open,
the soul to stretch for an answer
And find the faith to feel

Our youth today

Bina khwab andhairay mein khonay do
Mein soa raha hoon, mujhay sonay do

Din ki roshni mein aag dikhti nahee
Jo bikhar geya wo ghar mera toa nahee
Seya akhbar surkh honay do
Mein soa raha hoon, mujhay sonay do

Qanoon samjh kay koi kya karay ga
Seyasat parh kay koi kya banay ga
Mujhay apnay qatal pey hasnay do
Mein soa raha hoon, mujhay sonay do