The Potency of the Impotent ...

Limited to words ...
Is the potency of the impotent one ...
All he knows is to rave and rant ...
All day long ...
Living off his parents ...
He is nothing ...
But an imbecile fool.

Flexing his muscles ...
he rules over the weak ...
In that knowledge he is happy ...
What a fool he is ...
The impotent One ...
For he knows not ...
That muscles will fail ...
When age catches up with him ...
Frail in his Sunset years ...
He will lament his IMPOTENCY.

The fool ...
And his desires ...
All so vain ...
He seeks solace ...
In the bosom of Hoes ...
He seeks fulfillment ...
where there is none ...
For he shall always remain ...
The IMPOTENT One .

Jugni ...

In remembrance ...

An Ode to Love Lost ...

"Jugni" is my tribute to what we had once.

You saw it coming ...

No? Neither did I.

The Love we confessed to ...

Happened not overnight ...

It just happened over a period of time.

The Apple of your Eye ...

Adam's Apple or William Tell's ...

Is what you know best...

Became so...

After a long period of knowing each other ...

Incomprehensible relation at first ...

Just plain acquaintances ...

To friends ...

To people who would sit up all night talking ...

We became inseparable...

A tie that hasn't broken ...

So what if we don't meet anymore ...

The unsaid ...

The unbroken exists.

Your "Jugni" didn't die ...

She remains  in-existential ...

Watching you pine for her ...

Yet, the chain of pride binds her ...

For you offended her sentiments ...

One too many times.

You pained me with your harsh words ...

So did I return the favor ...

What hurt me most was...

Your affiliations with the others ...

Why another when I was there ?

Those same dialogues could have been ours ...

But you chose to find alternatives ...

To our pure conversations...

It hurts, when the one you love ...

Showers what is yours on others.

Jugni waits in the wings ...

In the shadows of the ramparts of words ...

She watches your back ...

But, she won't emerge from the dark ...

That you pushed her into...

She just watches with tear filled eyes ...

Tears that threaten to spillover ...

And flood the realms of your World...

No, she isn't a weak one ...

She is too strong to let your fears...

Overwhelm her being.

She loved You ...

She Loves You...

She will always Love You ...

But, JUGNI won't chase YOU.

Aura ...

There is a certain Aura around her...
The way she walks ...
The  way she talks ..,
The way she presents herself to the World ...
There is a way about her ...
That none can match ...
She is bright ...
She is confident ...
She is child like ...
Yet she is a Woman ...
All look upto.

The simple smile ...
Simple yet caring ...
Caring yet sensual ...
Yes, That!
That is the aura around her ...
Young and old ....
Love her ....
Abysmal smile ....
She is the ultimate desire of every aching heart.

Yes! There is an aura around her...
The aura of confidence ...
An aura of positive self worth ...
That is what sets her apart ...
Not being part of the crowd ...
She moves fluidly ...
In her own space.

The aura of her shine ...
The shine in her aura ...
She is the desire of Satan ...
She is the desire of Adonis ...
She is there ...
Yet nobody can touch her soul ..
She drifts in her own World ..
Her Aura shining bright.

In the Missing ...

In the missing lies the answer...
To a heart that wonders ...
Where does it go wrong ?
When to draw the lines ?
How to treat the emotions uncensored?
How to curb the desires?
Where it all ends?

In the missing ...
Lie the musings...
The random thoughts ....
The whole hulla bulloo  and rantings ...
The words spoken and unspoken ...
The fears allayed ..
All in the missing.

In the missing ...
One realizes what the other means ...
The place the other occupies ..\
The pedestal empty ...
The worshipper crucified...
All in the missing.

The bedazzled specter ...
Of a life unlived ...
The heart ploughed to death ...
Feelings demolished ....
Crushed under their own weight....
All in the missing.

In the missing lies the answer ...
The answer we all seek.

Cocaine ...

They say Drugs kill ...

I say, Why not die in a state of Bliss. At least drugs don't break your trust. With drugs you get a high, you forget everything, you sleep a contented sleep.

Cocaine, my bane or curse... I don't know. But, today it keeps me happy.... keeps me blissfully unaware of the hell that life can be. I sleep like a baby , curled up in my cocoon where none can hurt me. My feelings safely ensconced in my heart, untouched by the World. Blissfully unaware of pain, I sleep.  Respite from a hard day of work, emotional stress , handling flaring egos and flaming minds... Yes! Cocaine is the answer to all.

It takes a tremendous amount of energy to act normal in an abnormal World of chaos.Drugs subdue the enthusiasm and make me fly into a veritable World of adventures and dreams that otherwise I wouldn't have had.  A venture so bold, I could literally remain their forever trying out new adventures and games. Something impossible in real life is possible in my World of Cocaine.

I like getting lost in my own World....like Alice in Wonderland.... In the land of Oz ... In the land of Anarchy ...of Queens, Emperors and Knights with shining armour.

My Life ... Only one to live ... I live it .. I swear by Cocaine.

तेरी माँ की ....

जी हाँ जी ...
तेरी माँ की ऐसी की तैसी ...
तेरी माँ की आँख ...
तेरी माँ गली की कुतिया ...
तेरा बाप न जाने कौन....
तेरी बहन तेरी वो ...
तू कमीना ...
तेरा बाप कमीना ...
तेरा खानदान हरामी...
बोल अब क्या कर लेगा तू?

गांड मरवाने कहाँ जायेगा बे?
या अत्री खत्री को चोदेगा?
तू है ही हरामी का पिल्ला ..
खुद को बादशाह न कह ...
तू सड़कछाप गुंडा है ...
तेरी क्या औकात?
कुछ नहीं तू ...
तेरी माँ की आँख|...
तेरे जैसे हज़ार लौंडे ...
मेरे बूट चाटते हैं रोज़ ..
तू किस खेत की मूली ...
तेरी लूली भी छोटी और लाल ...
लंगूर की प्रजाति का है तू ...
बेहेंचोद माँ का लौदा है तू |

तेरी माँ की ऐसी की तैसी |

Confessions of an Unjust Lady : Altruistic Renditions: Dichotomy of an Affair ...

Confessions of an Unjust Lady : Altruistic Renditions: Dichotomy of an Affair ...: Split in to two ... The Heart murmurs .... What is this ? Why am I to choose silence ... When I want to shout out ... The mind says .....

Confessions of an Unjust Lady : Altruistic Renditions: Dichotomy of an Affair ...

Confessions of an Unjust Lady : Altruistic Renditions: Dichotomy of an Affair ...: Split in to two ... The Heart murmurs .... What is this ? Why am I to choose silence ... When I want to shout out ... The mind says .....

Dichotomy of an Affair ...

Split in to two ...
The Heart murmurs ....
What is this ?
Why am I to choose silence ...
When I want to shout out ...
The mind says ...
Ssshhh don't let your feelings out ...
There are bandits that shall kill them ...
They will throttle the love within ....
They have no heart ....
They use and throw emotions like playing cards.

The days have gone...
When love was cherished ...
Now, it is an affair ...
An affair with many ...
Friends stabbing you in the back ....
Love gone sour ...
The Lover finding others to fill the void...
An Affair best split in two or more ...
One here another there ...
Two friends One Lover ...
It is a Heart split in two ...
The Dichotomy of an affair.

Trusting others has led to pain...
Trust no more ...
Live life as if none exists ...
The affair a long forgotten past ...
Do not splice the feelings ...
They are eternal ...
Feelings don't die ...
People do....
Affairs don't end ...
They are split in two.

The Binary fission of an affair ...
But with a twist ...
One soul left lamenting ...
Another gallavanting.

Love is Blind ...

Love, a blatantly singular word...
Keeping within its confines ...
Manifold emotions for a human mind ...
Making us go through varied pangs ...
Of requited and unrequited love.

Love ... is Blind ...
Indeed said in a lighter context ...
Our love withstood the test of time ...
We crossed the river of intense emotions ...
Ups and downs of life's varied motions ...
Motives of hatred and passion ...
Unlimited words ...
Yet, we came around in each others arms ...
Just back again in bliss...
That is Love ...
Blind unbridled Love ...
You are the Man as always ...
I wait upon your words ...
This time round ...
I give the reins to you ...
For am blinded by your Love.

I wait upon you ..
Eager ears for your footsteps ...
Eyes beseechingly furtive ...
Glancing at the door ...
I wait to hear you say the magic words ...
Whisper in my ears ..
warm breath against the nape of my neck ..
A tingling down my spine.

Yes .. Blinded by Love ...
I wait ...
For you are the Man ...
I am your woman....
We make beautiful music together ...
We Tango to that rhythm ...
Our World entwined in emotions ...
We bide our time...
For Love is Blind.

असमंजस का माहौल

सीमाहीन अनंत आकाश ..
उसमें उड़ते पंछी ...
उन्हें क्यूँ उन्मुक्तता प्रदान की?
हम परिंदे धरती के ...
हर पल जीते मरते हैं ...
क़ैद हमारी मंजिल है ...
हम क्यूँ नहीं जीते हैं?

आशा निराशा का मंजर...
दर्शाता है असमंजसता का माहौल...
सब परेशां ...
सब नादान ...
उलझनों से घिरे ...
किसी अपने की तलाश नें...
कोई नहीं सुखी यहाँ ...
हर एक दिल ...
ग़म पाल रहा बड़ा...
हर आँख ढूँढती किनारा ...
साहिल न मंजिल ...
कुछ भी तो नहीं दीखता...
गहरी खाई न ओर न छोर ...
बस एक अँधेरी गुफा..
राह ढून्ढ कर जाना है|

असमंजस परेशां इंसान ...
चहूं और स्याह सन्नाटा है ...
कोई नहीं ठिकाना है ...
कहीं नहीं इसे जाना है ...
असमंजसता का माहौल ...
सब परेशां परेशां दिख रहे|

Just Like That #JLT

Everything was hunky dory ...
Life was going on smoothly ...
The nest was in place neat and tidy ...
JUST LIKE THAT one day ....
A sudden wind swept it all away ...
Just like that a home disappeared ...
And, ruins appeared ...
Just like that innocent eyes became ice cold ....
Just like that humanity was lost ...
And, a cold heart appeared ...
Just like that she walked away into the unknown ...
The oblivion engulfing her ...
The shadows swallowing her...
Just like that she was lost forever.

She emerged one fine day just like that ...
Out of nowhere ...
But, it wasn't her former self ....
This time round what came forth was ...
A person with a mind of her own ...
An incorrigible truant mind ...
That hated men just like that.
Thence none escaped her volatility ...
None could garner the courage to face her ...
She was the She devil ...
That crushed the men who hurt the innocent...
She was the Messiah of the weak ...
A title she got ...
JUST LIKE THAT.

Whatever she did ...
She did Just Like That.