The Journey So far...

Followed the convention of writing after a heartbreak,

which is a recommended path to introspect, to contemplate.

It guided me to a garden of fresh perspectives,

as I was getting lured i had an inkling

that the world will never be the same again.

with a simple understanding and a humble vocabulary

weaved a tapestry of words that furnished my mind,

knitted by experience and embroidered by empathy,

making my mind an abode that's lavish,

and also a shelter that's humble and giving.

what started as a hobby evolved into passion,

the anecdotes and lengthy discourses also were too kind,

to provide shelter and space as my mind fathomed twice,

once to find a thought attractive yet elusive, 

then in the quest of words magical,

that rhymed assuring its allegiance.

My mind then expanded its mouth

giving shelter to another tongue,

whose style was as charming as those noble aristocrats

yet so innocent like an infant that's felt a nerve.

when making words sound similar felt binding,

the mind broke free to find a rhythm 

making words discover a beat of their own,

assuring the sanctity of music in literature.

The initial purpose was to pour my heart out,

and now to reach out has become its purpose eventual,

I found solidarity in painting my mind's canvas,

a picture so unique yet so familiar,

but now surrounded by embellished minds

In awe yet envious my mind is,

yet looking to learn, looking to delve deep,

to fathom with my mind and share with my ink

hence this realization dawns upon me

that the world will never be the same again.

 

kalaam-e-khayaal..

Tanhaai mein jab karna chahte the bayaan haal-e-dil ka 

Tab shabd bhi saaki bankar kaagaz ka paimaana bharte the nazmon ki Sharaab se..

Aur aaj jab mehfil mein kuch pesh karne ki ilteja ki hai zamaane ne..

Tab bhare darbaar mein bepardah na karne ki

Aati hai ilteja 

Mere tassavur ki Shabaab se..

तन्हाई में जब करना चाहते थे बयान हाल-ए-दिल का

तब शब्द भी साकी बनकर कागज का पैमाना भरते थे,

नज्मों की शराब से

और आज जब मेहफिल में कुछ पेश करने की इल्तिजा की है जमाने ने

तब भरे दरबार में बेपर्दा ना करने की आती है इल्तिजा, 

मेरे तसव्वुर की शबाब से।

Meri shayari ka ek hi raaz hai..

Ki mera mijaaz hi mera andaaz hai..

Ishq mein Jeena marna toh aadat hai humari 

Ki mera dil hi mera libaas hai..

मेरी शायरी का एक ही राज़ है 

कि मेरा मिज़ाज ही मेरा अंदाज़ है

इश्क में जीना-मरना तो आदत है हमारी 

कि मेरा दिल ही मेरा लिबास है ।

Dusron ka kalaam padhne mein itna mashroof huye..

Ki humari shayari humse rooth gayi..

Ek mashooq ki shikayat hai use ab..

Ki Humne jo khaayi thi kasam humse hi tooth gayi..

Ab manane ki koshish ki toh maalum hua ki shayari toh uska libaas tha....

Jiske bhes mein woh humari neend humara chain  humse loot gayi..

दूसरों का कलाम पढने में इतना मशरूफ हुए 

कि हमारी शायरी हमसे रूठ गई 

एक माशूक़ की शिकायत है उसे अब 

कि हमने जो खाई थी कसम वो हमसे ही टूट गई 

अब मनाने की कोशिश की तो मालूम हुआ कि शायरी तो उसका लिबास था

जिसके भेस में वो हमारी नींद, हमारा चैन हमसे लूट गई। 

Tracks

As the train’s speed goes up a notch,

towards my home where I’m intended to go,

I see from my window the tracks besides this running train

See them get a life of their own.

They seem to move along with the train,

Gleaming from the reflection of the sunlight,

However, as they seem to race the train,

They and I share the same plight.

For these tracks do seem to create an illusion,

But with that illusion comes a restriction,

They may be in motion but can only go ahead,

For going behind is not a privilege they said.

these tracks like me are nothing but slaves,

I am of time and they are of space.

I wonder if these tracks yearn to go back in motion

The way I do, to go back in time

Back to those carefree days, 

an innocent nostalgic notion 

To live those moments of ecstasy,

To bring in to my reality a delusional fantasy

Back to the moments where many relations promised eternity,

Those relations that were thankfully forged,

To save me from the haunting solidarity,

Back to those moments of terrible fall outs

To go back and hug them, and change them to sort outs

To the moment where I was struck by the pangs of romance and trust

Even to the times when I managed to indulge my sheepish lust.

Entwining with one another as these tracks pace,

I feel the same with the ones I left behind,

Like threads of a single lace.

It brings to my mind another query,

Of existence in the other’s memories that are merry.

But damn these tracks for their dazzle broke my trance,

As I enjoyed with my memories one final dance.

I carry no qualms about going back home,

For I ain’t a vagabond to endlessly roam.

Funny how the illusion of these tracks work,

Making them reminisce and later remind,

One of life’s many a quirk

Bringing many a thought to one’s mind 

As I head home, amidst the tracks’ wonder

Comes another thought upon which I ponder,

To the destinations that I’m headed to 

To the new tracks with which I will entwine

How will this new journey be?

Like my memories will the destination be divine.