Saturday, August 18, 2012

The Invisible Platform


You collect mortar
You collect bricks
You collect tools

To build a pedestal
To build a platform

There will be steps
Easy enough to climb

The structure will be elegant
It will seduce you
Draw you, call you

Everytime you get into a conversation
You will use that structure to restore your beliefs

It is your last weapon
To look upon the world
And denigrate it
Make it feel smaller

The fact is, you are perpetuating your own fall
The platform helps you only to slide further
Stops you from seeing the world
Exploring new perspectives

It has become an addiction, an evil habbit
It rusts you from inside
And you celebrate it!

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Untitled


Intezar hai waqt ke thamne ka
Sagar ki lehron ke samtal hone ka

Jab mann khwaisho ki sarhad paar kr lega
Aur aakhen nazdikyon par dhyan dengi

Zindagi ek lakshya nahi, ek ehsaas hoga
Aisa ehsaas jo sason may basa hoga

Na band taale honge aur na chabhiyo k guchhe
Aur na hongi pairo may zanjeeren

Mera vishwaas hai hum waha pahuchenge
Jaha zameen aur aasman ek honge

Zaruraten bas itihas matr hongi
Ikchayen bas ek shabd

Aisa sama jahan janaze bhi khushi ka paigam layenge
Aisa sama jahan waqt tham chuka hoga..