Kab Tak

Kab tak dhoondogi tanzila

Wo muskurahat jismein apni khushi ki jhalak ho

Wo aansoo jinka gham tumhare dil se juda ho

Wo sukoon ki neend jisse subah uthna asaan ho

Wo dhoop jiski chubhan se aankhein band na ho

Wo shaam jismein sirf kuchh pal ka intezaar ho

Wo fursat jahan kharch karne ko sirf waqt ho

Wo lafz jinse sarabor kaagaz sirf dard hi na rista ho

Wo saaki jo jaam ke saath mausiki chhalkaata ho

Kab tak dhoondogi batao?

Jab tak mil na jaaye, ya hum mit na jaaye.

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A guide to being lonely. 

Start by finding a corner. Cleanse it of things that make you happy. Crowd it with remnants of memories gone by.

Like shards of glass spread them around.

Next build a barricade. No not a wall. Only trump wants that. More like fencing. With barbed wire, to keep everyone else but you out. 

So that it hurts the ones who want to come in.

Now choose a day. Let their be no significance to the day except it’s emptiness. Let the sadness linger. Don’t answer any questions.

Lunch will be a plate of regret and a glass of humiliation.

Let the sun set. Let all hope in your life set too. Go sit in that corner. And open an empty text. Imagine the vastness of this universe and your small role in it. 

Turn around and find no one to share your day with. 

The weight of this melancholy will finally crush you down till you can’t breath. And you’ll find yourself crying. Let it happen. Let your unanswered texts and glances and hopes flow out of you. Scream if you have to. Sob loudly.

Curl up and feel time slipping away. You are lonely now. 

Follow this guide at the risk of your sanity. Being lonely is an art. Hiding it as indifference and happiness is a masterpiece. 

Ishq

Shiddat ki gehraayi tab zehen mein samayiJab ibaadat me namaaz Tere naam ki ata ki

Jild pe ehsaas ki chaadar aud ke baithe

Aur ungliyon mein harkat Teri rukh mein ki

Mohabbat ko Teri yuh ghol Kar piya zaalim

Ki sharaab bhi zeher lagna khatm ho gayi

Jab ishq me shiddat thi to nafrat mein kami kyun Hoti

Gham ki chingaari se humne apna aashiyaan jalaaya tha

Nisto nabood kiya aisa har almari aur daraaz se

Ki qayamat ke din bhi tumse waasta Na ho paaye

Aakhirat me agar takra gaya tu kisi kooche pe

To use shiddat ki qasam, apni aakhirat chodd jaayenge

Kyunki Meri ibaadat mein shiddat ki kami nahi thi

Par Teri wafa mein ibaadat hi nahi thi.

Once upon a love note. 

How can this little space be enough to say anything to you.
How can it show you that I am wearing the chains of your love and they pin me under you, that my wrists are raw and my breathing is ragged with the need my heart soul and mind encounters with every sigh that escapes me for you. 

Can you see that my hand shook while writing, and that I mulled over that comma or teased that full stop out of my desire for you. 

And because these are words, I sit in front of you, so you can look up and I can kiss you and you can feel my words coursing through you too.

I love you.

Happiness chronicles. 

The last time I was happy

The midnight sun wasn’t upon the horizon

The monsoon breeze had not taken flight

It was 9 am. 12 hours after he yelled

Made me feel like ‘it was my fault’

An anxiety attack nipped at my heels

And he called me to say he was sorry.

 

The last time I was happy

We found love in a hopeless place made sense to me

I had an empty stack of A4s and no ink of love flowed through my pen

The trip meter said memories, the cabin was silent

He kept mumbling ‘it’s not you, it’s me’

The dreamcatcher kept me up all night

And he met me to never meet me again

 

The last time I was happy

The creases in the bedsheet were heavy with neglect

The thick air spoke of unlit cigarettes and lipcolor stains

Limbs entwined, hair entangled, afterglow.

Calling is pedantic, so a text said ‘you’re too emotional’

I unclasped my bra but couldn’t free my thoughts

And looped endlessly on the what ifs

 

The last time I was happy

They have been careful to never leave a mark

Verbal barbs cut deep enough but never on the surface

The sniggering and the whispers followed me everywhere

‘oh cmon, you’re always overreacting’ played like a symphony

Packing my bags had never been this easy.

And I never unpacked my emotions again

 

The last time I was happy

I wasn’t trying to fit in a size 10 dress

I wasn’t trying to see if I was good enough

I wasn’t awake.

 

5th April. Day 5 #NaPoWriMo

I wish
I could
write about finding myself
Say it has been easy without you
Thank you for letting me free
Sing about travelling the world
Show you all my new friends
But instead
I think
About whether you think of me
If you still hate olives
Am I still responsible for your sadness
Will I travel alone ever
Would I ever sleep normally
And I
Realize that
It’s going to take time
Maybe I will never heal
Singing songs is my favorite thing to do
I should live by the beach
I did love you like love should be loved.
So. Goodbye. Take care. And.
Remember.
Me.

Weight of words. Day 3 #NaPoWriMo

I’ll always love you. Always.
I’ll never forget you. Never.
My life is incomplete without you. Incomplete.
You ignite my passion. Ignite.
You understand me. Understand.
I can be myself with you. Myself.

The words we remember.
Long after the meaning has faded.
Sometimes the most important word is not the one which is highlighted.
But the one which gives meaning to every sentence.
You.
Not you anymore.