जुस्तजू ... कुछ भी तो नहीं

आरज़ू हो या जुस्तजू सब एक दिन चक्नाचूर हो ही जातें हैं
कुछ नहीं बचता उस नापाक दिल का
जो मोहब्बत करने चला होता है
नादान दिल झान्सों में आ जाता है
बहक जाता है झूठ और फरेब के जाल में
फिर कुछ नहीं बचता उस पागल प्रेमी का
न वजूद न दिमाग
कुछ रह जाता है तो वो एक जिंदा लाश
और कुछ नहीं
काश की ये  न होती
ये नापाक मोहब्बत
ये जुस्तजू
कुछ न होता
फिर तो कुछ भी न होता
वैसे भी क्या पुछें एक जिंदा लाश से
कुछ भी नहीं
उसके अरमानों का गला तो घूट चूका
बचा क्या है उसके पास
कुछ भी तो नहीं
कुछ भी नहीं

Vagina Monologue ... Rant of the Rump

In a mood for some comedy ...
Let us make tuneless music ...
Music on what? He said ...
She said ...
Why not a monologue on something?
What, he said ...
Hmmm... lemme think she said....
And, they brainstormed ...
They decided on ...
A monologue ...
Of the most misused ...
Object of desire ....
And, here it goes ...

Poor me ...
Sucked and fucked or life ...
To give life ...
To the suckers milk ...
If not for cuss words ...
I am lost in the bushes ...
If not for the constant fingering ...
Am  left untouched ...
Ah! The orgasm ...
None can give ...
Am a loner till a boner ...
Tags along with ...
A potbellied sinner ...
Making me poor Les' Miserable'...
Yikes! My plight ...
Poor me ...
Sticking it out ...
With a sticky stiff stick ...
Going limp before ...
I can even say the letter "O'.

Losing juices over a limp wimp ...
I crib and nag ....
I the vagina ...
Constantly in a monologue ...
A dialogue is a far cry...
Suppressed by a dildo ...
A pimp of desire ...
A limp figure ...
Panting beside her.

Attuning her tuning fork ...
The vagina gears up ...
For yet another dry spell ...
For her whims and fancies differ ...
From the wimps and pansies of th World.

The Sinner ...

To become the best ...
You have to be the best ...
You can't sin and say ...
I am pure ...
I haven't sinned to be where I have reached ...
How many have you stepped over ...
In your endeavour to reach tlhe top ...
How many hearts have you crushed ....
To be who you are today?
Why live in the fantasy that you are the best...
When you are the worst human ...
On the face of Earth...
A sinner to the core ...
You have sinned ...
You have conned ...
Not only others but ...
Also your own family...
Why such double standards?
Blaming your career failure ...
To baby sitting ...
Huh! Heights of laziness ...
In order to become a father ...
You couldn't become one ...
Not at all ...
One who cheats on his family ....
For his ulterior motives ...
Cheats others ...
Plays with emotions ...
He deserves none ...
There is nomplace on Earth or ...
Heaven , for him ...
He deserves no mercy....
A conman to the core ...
He dies a slow ...
Tormented death each moment ...
That is his destiny ...
To be hated by the ones who loved him.
You don't love and unlove anyone ...
Either there was love ...
Or no love at all ...
You don't smell a flower...
Pluck its petals ...
And walk away saying ...
You don't love it anymore ....
Coz' you have plucked it to its death.
Shame on you ....
You are a shammer ...
Sad that one has to live with these ...
Terrible memories of you ...
Live knowing you are smiling smugly somewhere ...
Patting yourself on the back ...
For one more achievement ...
One more in your kitty of affairs.

Once a sinner ...
Always a sinner.

Deep brooding eyes...

He has the most intense ...
Beautiful, deep brooding eyes ...
When he looks at her ...
She loses herself in their depth ...
She is lost forever ...
His love so intense ...
So deep ...
She couldn't surface once immersed...
In his love ...
She found her solace ...
Her need to belong ...
She belonged to him ...
The one who searched for her ...
Those many years ...
Relentlessly,  unstopping ...
He looked for her ....
High and low ...
Every nook and corner  of the World ....
Ultimately seeking her out ...
There she was ...
In all her unabashed nakedness ...
In front of him ...
They melted in each others arms ...
Never to emerge from ...
The embrace so tight ...
Breath infused  in each others ...
They love each other as one ...
Entwined in a deep embrace ...
She already drowned in his eyes ...
Melting into him...
Being one with him...
Her love  , hers...
She fears none ...
For she is his shadow ...
He is her soul.

Castles built with sand...

Castles built with sand ...
Wash away ...
Castles built in air ...
Vaporise ...
All that remain are ...
Memories made together...
Moments spent ...
Finding happiness ...
Nothing remains permanent...
All is lost ...
When the day of reckoning arrived ...
The Knight galloped away ...
Into the Sunset ...
Not to be seen again ...
The Kingdom collapsed ...
The Queen withered away ...
In dungeons she imprisoned herself ...
Chained to her memories.

Her castle remains in ruins ...
People ask why ...
No one answers , why.
They say she walks the ramparts...
The chains of her memories clinking ...
The clangs a hollow wail ...
On moonlit nights ...
You can still see her flitting across the skies...
In the darkness ...
You can hear her cries ...
Her castle in cinders ...
Smouldering , burning within ...
She seeths in her anger.

Castles they built with sand ...
Washed away before time ...
Castle built in air ...
Came crumbling down.

Ranaji ... The best Salesman ...

Be it the  corporate world...
Or be it personal life ...
The best Salesman is the one ...
Who can sell himself and his lies...
RANAJI ...
He is what the best mould is made of...
A blend of sauve sophistication...
False values ...
A go getter...
Ranaji has been there done that ...
Whether it is using relations...
Or be it emotions ...
He has sold his soul to the devil.
The devil reincarnate ...
God only knows ...
How many women has he used ...
To make his end's meet.
Sick, that his kids also became his pawns.
Shameful , that he emotionally ensnared a woman ...
Used her , abused her sensibilities...
And left her high and dry...
Sad, butnhe knows not ...
There is something known as ...
Divine justice ...
That one hand of God ...
Ensures that we all pay for our sins here ...
Ranaji ...
It is time to pay for your sins ...
Time for you to suffer ...
Time to wake up from your slumber...
Your kingsize bed ...
And utterly lazy wife ...
Can wait ...
For hell hath no fury ...
Like a woman scorned.

Your goods are outdated Ranaji ...
Your tactics redundant ...
Your charm has fizzled out ...
All that is left is ...
The remains of what once was...
Ranaji , you are history ...
Sales will never remember you ...
Nor the ones for whom you stooped so low.

The best ever ...
Never.

Am I jinxed?

Am I jinxed?
Whatever...
Who so ever I love ... dies ...
I am better off alone ...
I can't bear to lose loved ones...
I need to go shut myself. ?.
In the blackhole I created...
My shell needs to be donned again.
I was so much better...
All alone ...
No pain ...
No emotions...
Just me ...
My zombie self...
The emptiness enveloping me ...
I am better off alone.

No more losses ...
No more pain ...
Just a dead woman walking ...
In my mourning ...I find solace ...
Jinxed as I am in love...
In matters of the heart...
I am better off alone.

In this aloneness ...I seek my death...
In this aloneness ...
I am fine...
In this aloneness...
Is my salvation.

Death shall become me...
Death is the only answer ...
How many more should I lose ...
To really realize it?

My jinx follows me ...
My fate tainted with death ...
I seek solace within ...
For the World ain't made for me.

The Others ...

Do they matter?
The others ...
She doesn't think so ...
What matters is the matter of his heart and hers ...
Why bother about what others have to say?
Why delve into nitty gritties of a leper society ?
Societal rules do not matter ...
Neither do people ...
For seldom have wagging tails been quiet ...
Silence is not the virtue of Gossip mongers.

The others ...
For them, why spoil your today ?
He says ... what if you were in my situation?
She has answer ..
I wouldn't be where you are ...
If you can't sustain a relation ...
Why begin it?
If you have fallen into the trap ...
Better play along ...
You can't play with someone's feelings ...
Walk away saying ...
I have responsibilities.
Where were these responsibilities ...
When you wooed her?
Now you remember your duties?
Where did the duty list disappear?
When you were courting her?
Don't wash your hands off her now ...
Not when she is already deep in love with you ...
Not when she is gasping for air ...
Not when she carries you in her thoughts day and night.

Had she been in his place ...
She would never give up on him ...
With conviction ...
She would own up her relation with him...
For she grew up ...
Never to back track ...
Never to give up ...
Never to step back...
She grew up defying stagnant rules of the others...
She grew up loving him.

The Others don't matter ...
They never did ..
It was always about Him and Her...
It was always about Them.