The colour Red ....

The colour Red .... makes me see Red....
Red ... in the lipstick I wear ...
Red... in the dress I wear ....
Red ... in the food I eat ....
Red chillies ...
Red Lipstick ...
Red Dress....
Red Vermillion ....
The red of my life ....
Blood ....
The lost one ... swathed in red.....
The red in the sleep deprived eyes ...
The angry veins erupting .....
Yes, Red ... everywhere ...
Not the colour of love ....
Not the colour of passion ...
Not the colour of Valentines ...
Just ... simply RED .....
The colour of the vehicle ....
The colour of the lipstick ...
The colour of my blood soaked baby.
An anger erupts ....
Only to be soothed by the thought ....
Of the cuffs that he wore....
That gives me pleasure...
The shamed look in his eyes...
Ashamed and guilty of his crime ....
No.... That's not peace ....
Peace is yet to come ....
A long awaited peace ....
When he loses ... What I lost.
The colour Red.

Cheese ....

Say Cheese ...
And, something melts within ...
Say cheese ...
And, you can feel the taste within ....
Mmmmm... yummmm....
Different flavours ....
Different kinds....
Just like the moments in our life ...
Cheesy moments ...
Soft cheese... hard cheese ....
Melting cheese.... stinky yet the most perfect ... CHEESE.
Best had with wine...
The cheese melts in the mouth ...
Gourmet taste ....
Delicatessen cheese....
Connoisseurs cheese....
My cheese ...
My life .... Just like cheese....
Matured ... Cured ....
Having a long shelf life ...
Gone through hardships ...
Yet soft, subtle ... strong flavoured cheese ....
With White bubbly to go with it.
Champagne as bubbly as me ....
As pure and delicately flavoured as me....
As exclusive as me ...
Found only in the best homes.
Cheese .... made from the best goat milk... or Cow's milk ...
Found in the hills of Europe...
The grass and the herbs giving their flavour....
The cold and yeast the taste....
The more it ferments ....
The more it cures ...
The more it's value raised.
Cheese ... from homes of the Nobles ...
To homes of the herdsmen ....
All the same ...
Yet, differently prized by them all ....
All cheese go through the churning ...
The cyclone within ...
Yet, it all comes out ....
As the taste of the elite.
Say cheese ... differently ...
Say Cheese ... similarly ....
Cheese is cheese...
Same as life ...
Brought about with love and care...
Cured through times...
Yet, enjoyed by all....
Same as life.....
Through ups and downs ....
Yet a life lived to the fullest.
Full Cheese .... Fuller Life.

Karvachauth..... A farce women believe in ....

Karvachauth .....
Does it really stand the test of time?
In today's times ....
Does it really have any meaning?
Do people really keep the fast with the same feelings over a period of time?
No, They don't.
It has just become another ritual to show off ....
Your jewellery ...
Your social status.....
Your false sense of belonging to a man....
His false act of being the ideal husband.....
Nah... Just a false belief ...
Just a false ritual ....
Married whores...
Staying in a loveless marriage ...
Just for the sake of comfort and riches...
Nothing else...
Spreading their legs for a man ....
Who must have done it to half a dozen others during the day....
And, at night with half a dozen others.
The one wearing the Red Vermillion waiting upon her so called husband....
Actually waiting upon the moon to show up ...
So that she can eat her food.... Hungry women...
Only a grand show of grandiose tomfoolery.
The very essence of true love ...
Has been lost forever ....
What with marriages fixed for material gains....
What with feelings expressed to fool someone....
Yet, I keep this tradition alive ...
Albeit not for anyone anymore ...
For myself ....
For the woman in love with the supreme being ...
The one who makes the World come alive.
A farce women want to believe in ....
Karvachauth.... a false belief ... nothing else...
The men for whom they keep this fast ...
Fast asleep in someone else's arms.

An Oak Vat...

Life is like an Oak Vat.....
The grapejuice turns into fine wine here ...
Over a period of time ...
Fermented ... kept covered within ...
Letting the yeast work on it ....
The taste ... The fine fruity flavor....
The smell .....
The swirl of the wine ....
The bubbles rising slowly ....
All indicative of a life well preserved ....
In the Oak Vat....
The Vat of life....
The colour and flavour seeping in the wine of life....
Oak Vat .... Fine wine ... Mature wine ....
They say a wine and a woman are best enjoyed....
When they have matured over a period of time.

Laqeerein .....

Laqeerein ...
Haath ki laqeerein ...
Taqdeer ki laqeerein ...
Laqeerein jo humne kheenchi ....
Waqt ki raet pe....
Woh laqeerein ...
Jo sagar ki ek lehar mitaa gayi.

Laqeeron ka kya hai ....
Bina haath walon ki bhi ek kismet hoti hai ...
So laqeeron pe kyun jaana....
Apni kismet ko aazmaana...
Laqeeron ko kya hai ...
Zameen pe aaj yahan hain toh kal wahan....
Haqeeqat jo he ....
Usey kya jhuthlaana...
Tammam umra laqeeron ko dosh naa dena ....
Unka kya hai ...
Banti aur bigadti hain ....
Dosh toh hamara hai ...
Jo sab par bharosa kar baithey.

Par koi gilaa nahi ...
Naa hi koi shikwaa hai....
Talli kabhi ek haath se toh bajti nahi.

Hum kal bhi khush thei ....
Aur aaj bhi ....
Bekhudi ka aalam hai ....
Par tanha na hum kal thei ... naa aaj hain.

Gham nahi ki zamaaney ne dhoka diya....
Zamana kya hai?
Kuch bhi nahi ....
Hum thokar pe rakhte hain duniya ko ....
Hum duniya ko nahi ....
Duniya hamein salaam bajaati hai.

Taqdeer ki laqeer ....
Ek waham hai ...
Buss kuch aur nahi ....
Wahi hota hai..,
Jo manzoor e khudaa hota hai ...
Aur khudaa laqeer nahi banata ....
Woh Taqdeer banata hai ....
Taqveer ke liye....
Hum hi bhool jaatein hain ....
Tasveer ke liye.

Mein akeli nahin ...

Naa mein akeli nahin hoon ...
Mere saath hai mera wajood....
Mere honey ka ehsaas ....
Meri shakshiyat ...
Mera apna naam ...
Ek naam jo mere naam ke saath juud gaya....
Woh hai mere saath ....
Maine apna naam nahi badla...
Usi naam se aagey badi ....
Naa mein akeli nahi ...
Mere saath mere naam ka balm hai.
Mein akeli nahin ...
Mere saath meri yaadein juudi hain...
Kuch khatti ... kuch meethi ....
Kuch kadwi ... par har ek ko yaad karke ....
Ek naya sabak yaad aa jata hai ...
Zindagi mein sabab aa jaata hai.
Har ek yaad mujhe ehsaas dilati hai...
Zindagi ke sirf chand lamhe hotey hain....
Unhey loota do ....
Agar kisi ko khushi de sako do de do .....
Kal phir bahar aayegi ...
Naye phool khilengey .....
Aap ka aangan phir khusiyon se mahek uthega....
Chaman hara bhara hoga ....
Aasman neela hoga....
Aur jab badra chaaeyegi ...
Baarish ki boondein apne saath sab dard....
Bahaa kar le jayengi....
Ek ufaan machega sagar mein ....
Aur phir sab shaant ho jayega.
Mein akeli nahi....
Mere saath yeh chand... yeh gagan aur yeh taarey hain....
Mere saath mere saharey hain.

Dard ka ehsaas....

Aapke dard ka ehsaas hai mujhko ....
Dil mein koi ranjish nahi ....
Bas ek kashmakash hai....
Kya aapney mujhe baksh diya?
Jo galti gussey mein ....anjaaney mein hui ...
Kya uss galti ki mein hi akeli malkin thi?
Taali ek haath se kabhi nahi bajti ....
Usski goonj milon dooor tak sunai padti hai ...
Par do haathon ki taali ...
Ek ki nahin.

Aapke dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe.....
Mein bhi iss gham mein uljhi hoon...
Barson ke saath ka khona...
Apney pyar ko dheerey dheerey tadapte dekhna....
Maine toh sab kuch kam umra mein hi gawaan diya ...
Kuch bhi baaki naa bacha jeeney ke liye....
Phir bhi doobti naav ko kinarey pe laayi ...
Do masoom chehron ke liye....
Ek manjar banaa diya apney astitva ka....
Ek aisi chitaah jali ...
Jismey sab khaakh ho gaya...
Bachi toh sirf raakh ...
Jo dhool mein mil hawa mein lipt ho gayi.

Aapke dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe ....
Isiliye likhti hoon ki aap akele nahi ....
Dard ke safar mein kayi saath hain ...
Buss hum unn ehsaason ko kalam de dete hain.

Aapke dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe...
Sachmuch ....
Saathi ke bichadney ka gham kya hai ...
Usska ehsaas hai mujhey....
Zubaan usska naam nahi leti ...
Par ehsaas hai mujhe.

Yaad hai woh toofan ....
Jo sab ujaad gaya....
Mera bagh mera chaman ...
Lekin mere bagh mein ab bhi phool khiltey hain ....
Kyunki ek yakin zindaa hai ....
Ki dard usey bhi bahut hua hoga ...
Jab ek hawa ka jhonka...
Hamarey gharondey ko tinka tinka kar gaya.
Usskey dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe ...
Uski aankhon mein dekha hai maine hum sabka dard ....
Par woh chupp hai...
Aur mein maun....
Aapke dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe.

Geeli Raet....Wet sand....

Woh geeli raet pe chalney ka ehsaas...
Aaj bhi yaad hai ....
Paer ki ungliyoun ke beech khisakti raet....
Samundar ke paani ke saath beh jaanewali raet ....
Paaon taley zameen khisakney ka ehsaas dilati raet.....
Geeli raet ...
Geeli raet ke Mahal ...
Ek leher kya uthi ...
Mahal ka naam -o- nishaan hi mit gaya....
Geeli raet .....
Bheegi raatein ...
Samundar ke namkeen paani ke chand cheentey ....
Maujon mein uthti doobti naav....
Geeli raet ....
Jaal mein phansi tadapti machchaliyon ka dard ....
Geeli raet dekh sab yaad aa gaya...
Sab ehsaas jaag uthey...
Insaan ka jism bhi ek din ...
Geeli raet mein samaa jayega....
Mitti se bana putla...
Mitti mein mil jayega....
Baaki reh jayenge peechey kuch nishaaniyaan....
Waqt ka takazaa hai ....
Har din ek samaan nahi hota....
Jab ehsaas hoga.....
Geeli raet khisak chuki hogi pairon taley.