kuch khayal

आज कुछ अजीब सा ख्याल आया है
ऐ खुदा तुने मुझे क्यों बनाया है


जहाँ तलक नज़रें फेरता हूँ मैं
सिर्फ दर्द और दुश्वारियां पाता हूँ मैं
कुछ नाज़ुक से चेहरों पर क्यों
पहाड़ों से ग़म के साए देखता हूँ मैं...


क्यों आज मस्जिदों में जाने से डरता हूँ मैं
क्यों तेरा दीवाना कहलाने से सेहेम्जाता हूँ मैं
झुकता तो हूँ आज भी दिल से सजदों में
फिर भी क्यों तुझे नमाज़ों में नहीं देख पाता हूँ मैं...


आज क्यों दिल में इश्क से ज्यादा नफरत है
जैसे मेरी रगों में खून में पनपती हुई आग है
आज क्यों हाथ उठाने से पहले नहीं सोच पाता हूँ में
कि मेरे सामने, ऐ खुदा, तेरी ही बनाई हुई एक पाक ज़ात है..


आज कुछ अजीब सा ख्याल आया हैं
ऐ खुदा, तुने मुझे क्यों बनाया है...

ek aur koshish

क्यों न टपक ने दूँ इन् आसूँओको
क्यों मैं इन्नका एहतराम करूँ
यही तो है जो मुझे मेरे रब्ब के करीब ले जाते हैं...

i want to breathe again

Teach me to breathe again, like I did a long time ago,
A child in the reckless breeze, all worries who did forego.
As my arms cushioned the air below, my legs had a different sprint,
While life seemed to go so slow, my eyes showed a mischievous tint.
I lived without a thought to spare, so much joy in me I had,
As I pursued to be such good, as shall no one call me “bad”.
The gentle hug of my mother, a naughty nudge from my dad,
A brother, who loves so much, never could see me so sad.
Sitting alone, was so much blissful, loneliness never crept nearby,
Not like today, being so alone while cribbing the world to be “sly”.
I yearn to be so young again; I yearn to be so young again,
Run along in the same reckless breeze, to forget all my pain.

why???

In the periphery of my cognition,
There resides a recurring rendition,
In what lies my differentiation?
Why suffer this commonality of ambition?
A world of very weird visualization,
This pride in one’s erudition,
Rejoicing in a banal situation,
Why suffer this commonality of ambition?
These demanding souls need a little sensitization,
A spared thought for all this deprivation,
In the search to re-enact the golden civilization,
Why suffer this commonality of ambition?
A dream’s worthless externalization
Of greed’s fanatic internalization
Joy somewhere lies in privation
In pursuit of commonality of ambition.

present to my past and future

In a distant past
I could feel the words inside me
I could sense the rhythm and sing
I could enjoy most, with just me.

In the farthest future
I would dream unendingly to live
I would love and pray to thrive
I would earn a fortune to give.

It all seems nonexistent today
In my feelings no warmth does stay
I seem so lost from my own
To my own self, am scared to say.

The past seems to haunt my tomorrow
Or is it just my pondering sorrow?
As I step into my days ahead
I seem to be stuck in a frightening furrow.

the change in me...

I never felt it coming
I never saw it happening
Its loud footsteps... ... never indulged... my hearing.
The world cried around me
The skies were torn around to see
For all that had been... ... I thought... it just had to be.
In the gaping eyes that live here
The forbidden smiles scream somewhere
These took me to a distant land... ... none of my known... there.
I now feel something inside
In my soul does someone else reside
He now leads me astray... ... in my shame... gleams its pride.
I kneel today to him
With grief filled till the brim
I realize how change feels... ... around a torn soul... a tattered seam.

it is cruel to dare to dream

It seems cruel even to dare to dream
Where rage burns alongside hope.

Silence engulfs the din of life
In the serene calm of the night
Under the storm of noises around
Each flame pleads for some light.

In the megapolis of dreams
As each moment seems to grope
In the slow abating breath
I see the corpse of hopeless hope.

What dreams can own these nightmares?
What life can end these lives?
What vision lies in those eyes?
Those eyes which hide all the lies.

It seems too easy for me to hate
As rage begets some rage
I seemed so mature just moments ago
As now each moment begins to age.

I kneel today in front of these
Holy fangs of this world’s trinity
As the creation seems to bow now
To Anguish, despair and uncertainty.

It seems cruel even to dare to dream
Where rage burns alongside hope.