Today no one buys my verse's wine
that it may grow in age
To make the senses reel
in many a drinker yet to come
My star rose highest
in the firmament before my birth
My poetry will win the worlds acclaim
when i am GONE.....

MIRZA MOHAMMAD ASAD-ULLAH BEG KHAN GHALIB [1796-1869]

THIS TOO SHALL PASS.....


Hav u ever wondered somtimes u cry
and never know the reason why??
Why you hide your face in the wet pillow
and try to find a paradise
that never was,never will be
Try to rationalize
thats its just dirt in the eyes
Nothing more,nothing else
Why u wish it were different??
Whts wrong with the present??
Why is the past so blurred??
Why dont you like it,like the others can??
Can you remember a kiss from your mother??
A single piece of mind
A kiss tht you cud never find
A father busy with work
tired and busy,busy and tired
He was fighting for u,now u understand
but did he hav to be so wired
When one word could have said it all
just one word,one touch of affection
that never was,never will be
Have you evr wondered why
you crave for the closeness of the skin??
the warmth,the sense of belonging
Somwhere,Some day ,to Someone,
and hav u felt the fear
of losing it like you always do??
Of having to live a death everyday
every second of evry minute of evry hour??
How tears tastes so sweet
whn your life becomes sour??

And now its too late u claim
you hav changed,you hav built your walls
with the silence ,with the blame
You wont let them enter
they hav closed the doors for them
You hav just tightened the hasp
You hav struck the last nail
Your indiffrence is not frail
NO ,this time u wont fail
this time you wont wail

Have u evr wondered why ur so dissimilar??
can you explain ur persistent
resistant to elation??
can you explain your corporal dejection??
can you decipher the secret
code of your over-whelming wretchedness??
why you despise sympathy,
plastic words of fake love??
the red heart,the music cards,the white dove
why do you hav to bleed to feel alive??
who do you fight evryday to survive??
does the spider spin its web of questions
or are the questions spinning the spider
in its eternal web
strangling it to a righteous death??

no u havnt,u cant,u never will
cause u havnt lived my life for me
You werent there whn i cried
You werent there 2 tend 2 my wounds
when i bled,when i died a hundred deaths
You werent there to cry with me
You werent there to die with me
You werent there to give me a warm embrace
thats all i ever needed,i ever need
but this too shall pass
coz i will never plead
coz my skin has hardened
n i will never bleed
not anymore u hear me??
this too shall pass
and il be standin and watchin....
like always...
and i shall smile again...

ABOUT ---- ME

I hav come 2 accept d fact tht im self destructive....som sorta time bomb....who is destined 2 blow up in2 smoke,dust, flames & splinters & ashes som day...som time --
leaving behind an obscene number of casualties --
who wud never understand "WHY??"
....with tht 1 decisive shift of the hands of tht 1 decisive clock...On tht 1 decisive moment....
will the sound of my destruction be heard by THEM.....or will d silence of d aftermath prevail??
will the light of the fire within, be seen or will d darkness tht wud fall afterwards ,be feared ??
will the answeres find their questions or will d questions remain unanswered??

if there is ne1 who can ruin,destroy,demolish,demoralise,disintegrate,dissect ME ....well...thts ME....
I think im tht eccentric architect who builds palaces of cards for years n then kicks em down on a whim....
just 2 see em fallin apart,tumbling down .....
i guess i find it funny 2 see all of it goin down d drain....
the self inflicting pain...
is like cocaine in d brain...
its ADDICTIVE....
n im ADDICTED.....
N d worst/best part [depends on how u/i see it] is....

I LOVE IT ALL

EN-----titled

OK ..... im an absolute blank rite now......why im writin this n wht im writin is besides d point....infact it ws never "D point"......
but since this is MY blog I will write wht i please.....n thrs nothn ne1 can do bout it.....isnt this fun or wht......who d fuk am i askin ths question to???? man im sooooo lost rite now.....
OK ,alrite..... last tuesday i ws returnin from my tuitions n stopped at OXFORD [which has kinda bcom a habit....n for d first fukin time ----a good 1]....i ws goin thru d shelves wit nothn particular on my mind....
MORRISON came,DYLAN.....MAHATMA GANDHI d father of voyeurism - KAFKA - MEIN KAMPF - GHALIB
n GHALIB it ws ...... possibly d most noted n respected urdu-persian poet during the flickering candle-light days of d MUGHAL dynasty.....in d court of d last known mughal emperor BAHADUR SHAH....
but thts not his identity - his identity are his poems,his mind which was way ahead of his times,his individualism,his wit,his blatant disregard for the stringent code of religious conduct in d muslim society -
which reminds me :-
GHALIB ws told by some asshole "the ALMIGHTY wud not listen 2 ur prayers coz HE knows bout ur addiction to wine"
to which GHALIB said "if som1 has wine....what wud he need 2 pray for?"

n i can drink 2 tht....

CHEERSSSSS

THE NIGHT OF THE BLUE NEON LIGHT



Dizzying,blinding and Blue
Neon lighted billboards
serving eager women
Red caped and duct-taped
with fake lust and real hunger
SHE sells ,SHE bleeds
SHE moans,and groans
SHE smiles at her
intruders imbecility
Violating her at her will ,
and at his expense
Feeding his disdained manhood
by the offal of her faked orgasm

Eight hours of paper work
reading,analysing,re-reading
restitutes for two minutes of pleasure
And the blue neon lights
the warm beer
and unpolished peanuts


SHE moves in a known motion
of a tired dancer
dancing to the same tunes
since times immemorial
SHE closes her tired
and complaining eyes
trying to imagine a greener world
With clearer faces
Scantily powdered
NO silicon assets
NO fake eyelashes
NONE of that plastic smirk


He thrusts in and shudders
his impatience,
a bit too eager for his comfort,
releases itself
He moves his prostrate human carcass
multi-layered with adipose tissue
and a blanket of curly hair
and grabs the bottle
of synthetic nectar
that promises to wash away the blemish


The moment of known unsuspecting pain
drags her to the blue neon lights
the tatty pink walls
the rotating fan
[that was once white]
the real world welcomes her
with open legs
as SHE welcomes her invaders
And wraps her around
in a mystified coil
of a forsaken pleasure
as she waits with
closed eyes and open legs
for the dawn of the light
NIGHT,after NIGHT after NIGHT........

CRUSADING THOUGHTS

Profound profanities
are playing hide and seek
mind ravaged by a civil war
is bloody ,tired and weak
Flashes of the shady past
fly by me like blazing spears
And i dodge and i live
Sail the ocean of my tears
The sun has strayed
the moon is lost
the stars are painted red
The summary of my so long life
is a never ending wait
And now i stand and look around
My walls are closing in
The stone of guilt is pulling me down
A war i just can't win
But fight i must ,and fight i will
though HE is on the kill
the disarray of my mind is growing still
Is this love i can't feel??
OR is it hate,is it loathe??
and i ask ,is it both??
What i have, what i want??
Do i have to bear the brunt??
Do i have to fake a smile??
Do i have to walk the mile??
Do i have to have a broken heart
a shattered soul,a muddled mind??
What is it that i pine??
Did you have to be so blind??
Crusading thoughts
are ripping my mind
Should i smile or should i whine??
The darkness inside is like a cyme
it has no words,it does not rhyme
The facade of light,is just a mime
So buy me a pain,buy me some dreams
buy me some air,buy me some whims
buy me the flame,buy me the rime
My insolvence has reached its prime
Cause i am lost....
LOST in TIME......

THE SCARRED FLIGHT

The black scar, the ring
The disgraced falcon
With the burnt wing
Chained by your rules
Crawling in the dust
His talons have been nailed
You did what you must

That he might break free ,
You are scared still
and so you send the preachers
for the profane kill
They did what they could
But he is still unharmed
his vision is clear now
and I can see that you are alarmed

But is there nothing you can do??
You ask yourself
The chains are weakening
And you know that’s true

And today he breaks free
and rises from the dust
He has found new wings
That insatiable thirst
So now he flies high
And look down on you
Your rules have been broken
And you know that’s true….. ....