Safed Deewarein

Subah ki kachi dhoop se
Shaam ki thandi hawa takk
Dekhti hai jaane kiski raah?
Dhoondti hai bikhre saamaan mein
Kiska ye ata pata?
Koi bhoola hua aks
Jo ghum hua kahin waqt mein?
Ya phir kahin koi ehsaas
Jo ab tak na chada sooli pe?
Khali khidkiyaan, khali darwaaze
Aur inka saath nibhati ye
Gawah bhi, humraaz bhi
Dost bhi, dushman bhi
Kaisa rishta ajeeb sa ye?
Aur inpe sajane ki koshish
Tasveerein kuch idhar udhar
Bikhre hue alag thalag
Kuch bolti nahi,
koi kahani kehti nahi
Bass ek koshish kuch alag si
Kuch bhi jo dikhe nayi si
Ya phir chupade woh daag purane
Bikhre pade jo iske wajood parr
Saaf dikhai dete hai jo
Meri aankhon mein jeete hai jo
Cheekh cheekh karr karti fariyaadein
Mere ghar ki safed deewarein.

Pseudo-Gods

The All encompassing,
the all knowing,
superior being they are;
For they know what life they live
And How yours - the ignorant, pathetic,
in line should fall.

Every molecule of air
that ever was, is and will be
They have seen it all,
they see it all;
Believe me for this is no kidding
They are the all powerful, all knowing
Superior race of the human race
The champions of your cause,
these self proclaimed, self consumed Gods.

"Our eyes judge no one, see everyone the same"
the claim echoes through you ears
While in the quieter hours when no one watches
The hate hiding behind the evil mind,
shouts out their real fears.

While you;
Quietly consumed in the false world
A lust sanctified by their greed;
Of reaching the gates of heaven as promised
A place none knows if anyone reached.

And I;
Know their nakedness, and yours too
Though you both wear clothes shining new
The lust for greatness and immortality
for you; this is where it all begins
While these Pseudo-Gods shut their ears
to the reality that silently sings

"Worthy of worship, you never were
Their guilts make you the lord
For in dark hours when no one sees
I hear you cry - Oh GOD!"

Rihaai

Khidkiyaan nahi dekhti abb raah meri
Hai darr se naam mitt chuka mera;
Kasm phir milne ki na de mujhe
tera koocha nahi dekhta raasta mera.

Aakhon mein nahi basti soorat meri
In hothon pe nahi rehta abb naam mera;
Mohabbat ka vaasta na de mujhe
ke tera dil nahi raha aaina mera.

Baaton mein nahi woh shiddat purani
Hai hassi mein chuppa ye sach tera;
Rishta raha na koi tera mujhse
hai begaana ho chala aks tera.

Aansuon se nahi likhte kahani
Ke Khungar ho chuka hai dil mera;
Jaa karr diya azaad tujhe mujhse
hai fanaah ho chuka beetab tera.

The Pendulum

Between the black real and white imagination,
Between the thoughtless words and sage silence,
Between the soothing tears and the crackling laughter,
Between the evil smile and the innocent cry;

Between the den of satan and temple of God,
Between the darkness of night and morning light,
Between the ignorance and the wisdom,
Between the truth and what escapes the eye;

Between the uninhibited lust and pure love,
Between the actions of hand and feelings of heart,
Between the me that is and the me imagines to be,
Between the loud happiness and silent sigh;

The pendulum of time swings, swiftly
Seconds lost to minutes, and minutes to hour
Running in the quest of the ultimate truth;
Between the extreme shores of the sea of I.