Deep Thought

"A man would do nothing, if he waited until he could do it so well that no one would find fault with what he has done"
- Cardinal Newman

Thursday, November 6, 2014


Photo by Neel Kamal Pandey

us jang lagey taale ke peeche
malbey jaisi deewaro ke peeche
main shor hu ya sannata hu
main roshni hu ya andhera hu
tu de dastak, main batata hu
main teri hi kahani hu

kuch yaado ke jaale simte hain
halki dhoop ke mele hain
main ateet hu ya aagaami hu
main mohobbat hu ya nafrat hu
tu de dastak, main batata hu
main teri hi ruswaai hu

tujhe khurechi hui deewarein milengi
tujhe do nahi, kai parchaiyaa milengi
main kuch toote dilo ka raag hu
main ankaha koi fasana hu
tu de dastak, main batata hu
main teri roohani shaam hu

par ek darwaza hai kahi chupa hua
jaha tere jaisa koi hai band pada
main teri aas hu
main tera gumaan hu
tu de dastak, main batata hu
main tujh jaiso ko uksati lagaam hu

Saturday, August 23, 2014

You dont know me

You dont know me.

I'd stand in front of the crossbow
i'd bleed for you.
My hands wont shiver
and words will be over.

You dont know me.

I'd drown in the ocean for you
Yes, I know swimming though.
Weightless body will float
while it awaits for your boat.

You dont know me.

I walk the barren lands
unknown to any man.
Would you come to the rescue?
when you hear I am dead?

You dont know me.

Look at me with the corner of your eyes,
I'll burn with your single sight.
My flesh flying like burning paper
covering the entire sky.

Dont you know me?
Dont you know me by now?

Picture courtesy- Hardik Photography

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Feels right

Bathing in the sulking tides
of whats wrong and whats right
I make the sins come true
Believe me, its real.

Bathing in the lush wild dreams
who thought they could exist
the body moves and lures
it feels so wrong.

Bathing in the starless night
the moon is shining so bright
The world whispers its wrong
You say its right.

Bathing in your acute thoughts
It is so wrong, yet feels so right
The confusions stay
I take a leap moving on.

Bathing in the dusty past
Am doing wrong,
am doing right
I am doing you,
for tonight.

Friday, March 28, 2014

Consume Me

Consume Me
Like the rain would
Consume the soil
Dont leave any trail

Consume me
Like the wind would
Consume the sky
Dont let the Sun shine

Consume me
Like the weeds would
Consume a dead body
Cover me bit by bit

And then mold me
Like a potter would
Mold a vase
out of nothing new

And then mold me
Forgetting my older body
create a new one
From your own hands

And then mold me
Despite many errors
I'll give you countless chances
Let me be discovered

And then mold me
In such a way
that you would love to
consume me
again & again

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Let me be your song

Let me be your song
which you sing to the stars
when you are alone at night
or walking during day time

Let me be your song
Which you can sing to the birds
which at my window, once chirped
they left my paradise for your heaven

Let me be your song
which can open up your doors
of opportunities and love abound

Let me be your song
which you will hum to yourself
in monotonous tone when
you are amongst your friends

Let me be your song
which you can sing to the nature
when it soaks you in monsoon
or sweats you in summers

Let me be your song
which can be played when you
wait for your loved one
on your wedding day at the church

Let me be your song
your voice will give it beauty
Removing all your pains
Magical, Your life remains

Let me be your song, dear love
which you can lull to your kids
somewhere in future
Even when am dead

Let me be your song
which you can change the rhythm of
but the words will always remain the same

And I hope this is written on my tombstone that;
I was sung by the best soul all throughout his life
With each verse you gave me blessings
Making our each memory engrave on the aurora sky

Picture Courtesy- Hardik Photgraphy

Friday, March 21, 2014

A Wine Glass

Its my red soul you know
which has been kissed my many
and it will be like this
for one more eternity

I'll get older and wise
i am called the heaven's angel
taking them to the hell's doors

All I want is my red wine
to be mixed with a tear of yours

The red color might slowly disappear
The kisses on my body of glass
will fade away
its just one tear away