hazy clarity

oozing out of the head
a silent war
knuckles crackle
as I go, type type
-
the headlines
dont make sense
footnotes
loose, lose, lost
-
sketching a picture
never seen
dramatic dullness
lullaby in spleen, numbing the skin
-
another tea
green in color
simmering the focus
into absent- mindedness
-
honk, or shout
into empty spaces
of the crowded vision
leading up to
nowhere?
-
nowhere?
or now-here?
scribble it off yet again
into a chaotic
blank slate

- Diary of an Oxymoron

tea & beer

too far
in the mind
a tea cup
and a beer undefined

sunshine and sea waves
spectacles and books
finding space
logic unhooks

momentary lapse
off the wisdom goes
a rollar coaster swirls
as the wind blows

queries pop up
and redness surrounds
will it be a memoir
or just a short story profound

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She & Routine

A silent prayer
has turned
into a high raise alarm
with sun still hiding
of the world
and she is here
feeling routine

snuggled up
along with a book
is now a dream
for she
is routine

dust beside the system
makes her feel regular
honking minds
chaotic crowd
for she feels
routine

black bags
black shoes
and that spark resides
inside
again a feeling
routine

dont think she is bored
but the normal curve
relates to dead
silently being led
to routine

she taps her feet
below the desk
awaiting a dance
again
because the usual norm is
routine

is routine so bad?
or is she not in tune
to the chords
of the life
driving her
to
monotony
cocooning the
butterfly again

routine


- Diary of an Oxymoron

आज फिरसे

आखें बंद करी
चेहरा मुरझाया है
आज क्या फिरसे
छाया गम का साया है

सब कहतें हैं नहीं है मेरे पास
कोई वजह गुमसुम रहने की
मेरा है जो हाल कभी
कौन समझ पाया है

हवा जो चलती है
लहराते हैं पत्ते कई
इस हवा के रुख के साथ
क्या बदला अपना परया है

मामूली लगते हैं मुझे
यह दुनिया के कीमती गुम्बद
इस शीशे सामान पिंजर मैं को
न जाने कितनो ने रुलाया है

न चाहिए मुझे कोई हाथ
जो रोक सके इस बिखरी हुई सोच को
मेरे इस बहते हुए व्यक्तित्व को
मेरे ही बनाये तिनके का सहारा है

खुशियां हैं मुझसे
और मैंने ही संभाले हैं अपने गम
इस रेत के सामान किनारे मन में
कौन सी लहर का व्यक्तित्व समा पाया है.

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Yet again, at Crossroads

fingers intertwined
a nervousness creeping in
here i am
yet again
at crossroads

the diagonal road
and the frictional thoughts
clash
like the titans
or
religions
yet again
at crossroads

how do u define
a state of mind
where
you are back to
square one?
yet again
at crossroads

at crossroads...


-Diary of an Oxymoron

गुम्बद

एक पत्थरों का गुम्बद है
और पंछियों का सुर है गूँज रहा
एक कहानी है जो लिखी नहीं गई
और एक सुनाने को मन मचल रहा

रंगीन इस शहर में
क्यों सफ़ेद और काला है यह पल
रूकते हुए जैसे कोई ग़ज़ल
आज शुरू होने को है

एक तो पत्थरों के हैं यह लोग अनेक
और बंजर इनका मन है बन गया
एक कविता है जो नहीं बनी
और एक अधूरा ख़्वाब है करवट बदल रहा

एक रौशनी की किरण
और अँधेरी कोठरी
एक खुला आसमान
और एक बंद दरवाज़ा

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Hey Girl

Hey Girl
What seems the case with your eyes
Is that black, a color of your unwiped kohl
Or a hangover from the last night

It could be a color of your pain
Or that of your skin
So undefined it seems to me
So blind

Hey Girl
Did he hit you again?
Or his lingering thoughts
Of the past
Didnt leave your mind

It could be a color of the night sky
Trapped in ur sleepless eyes
Or the color of sleeplessness itself
Of the overworked kind

Hey Girl
Are you crying again these times?
Or you didnt stop at all from that day
Memories of the past
Ghosts of the future undefined

It could be the pain that numbed you
Or the emptyness that defines you at times
Hollow do you feel
Or does it burst ur mind

Hey Girl
I look at you
And look at my mind
For we all are one
In a million similar stories of women personified

It could be that i am making it all up
Or reading it beyond the visible lines
Of expression,
Of those snubbed truths around
This careless world living beside

Hey Girl
What seems the case with your eyes
Is that black color a depth of the universe
Or that black hole of the ache
Of the you, the me, combined.

- Diary of an Oxymoron