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Defiant

ब-ईं सैले ग़मो सैले हवादिस मेरा सर है कि अब भी ख़म नहीं है। मजाज़ Ba-een saeley ghamo saeley hawadis Mera sir hai ki ab bhi khum nahin hai Majaaz Despite the pain and hurt bestowed My head yet remains firm, unbowed. Advertisements

Two lines to my heart

अब तू ही मुझे समझा कि तेरी रज़ा क्या है ऐ दिल तुझे समझाते हुए थक गया हूँ मैं Ab tu hi mujhe samjha ki teri raza kya hai Ae dil tujhe samjhate hue thak gaya hun main I’m tired of trying to make you see Old fool, what do you want of me?

Happy birthday to me…

I do know what it’s all about When every breath becomes a shout A grating, rasping, wordless sound I know the deeps where it is found This leviathan of my sea Who makes his torture known through me He rises up, he gulps for air Lets forth a scream beyond compare He screams so that … Continue reading

You took my words with you You stole my rhymes away You cut my tongue in half So I couldn’t even say Metres at my command On tempo did I reign Words held in strict array When shall I rule again? You had no need to rob I gladly wrote for you And polyglot that … Continue reading

Rented 

Borrowed joy,  Words that soar,  Smiles aplenty,  Grins galore.  Temporary,  Not my own.  When will you,  Recall your loan? 

Why I’m wordless at times…

A moment of courage A moment of doubt A quick look within A quicker without And then you are with me And now I’m alone And that’s how I forget All words that I’ve  known

A mouthful of words…

Is it cathartic to bare your soul? Is there an up-tick from sharing the whole? When demons are gathered does it help to slay? Or are angels and demons best kept away?   I struggle for answers and find there are none. I look at the questions and there is just one. Does word-play heal … Continue reading

Business as usual 

The hottest love is soonest cold The higher stakes, the faster fold  Love is bodies, bought and sold  A bastard trade o’erlain with gold 

Limerick

I haven’t written one in a long time, but I remember this one from, oh a couple of decades ago “There was a young man from Brussels Who tried to operate on mussels They didn’t like it at all “To war!” they gave the call And he died from the daily tussles.”  

Magnetic Poetry – 26.9.16

Inspired by Elusive Trope’s magnetic poetry challenge…..It’s been a long time since I last tried this and it is still a good mental exercise. I was forced to change the rhyme, the pattern, even the tone of poem so many times but I think I ended up with a decent poem. And yes, it kinda … Continue reading

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