Shayari 7

Mohabbat ko jo kaagaz mein bebuniyaadi kehte hain

Jinke vajah se mashooq aur aashiq khud par zamaane ke tohmat ko sehte hain..

Unhe kya pata ki sacche shayar toh woh  hote hain..

Jo kudrat-e-kaarigar ki sohbat mein rehte hain..

मोहब्बत को जो मेहफिल में बेबुनियादी केहते हैं 

जिनकी वजह से माशूक़ और आशिक खुद पर लगे तोहमत को सहते हैं 

उन्हे क्या पता कि सच्चे शायर तो वो होते हैं 

जो कुदरत-ए-कारीगर की सोहबत में रहते हैं 

The Chosen one's Choices

The cosmic prophecies, the legends that foretell

speak of a one who would complete an arduous task,

the ripples of which will be felt by the universe,

as that one swims in the ocean of elysium

judgmental indeed is the common wealth

imagining a hercules for a task herculean

but for an adversity like goliath

a david comes but from the crowd..

the one who is a commoner,

humbled, mocked may be even bullied,

yet that one takes it all in stride

for the heart is the one's strongest muscle..

the past makes the one oppose

the voices of the cosmic conspiracies,

making it vulnerable to the dark side

which seduces it to merge in the tempting abyss

the adverse is nothing but a malicious reflection

of its own naive being the one concurs

for the present then becomes its anchor

guiding and holding it amidst these tides..

this choice of the chosen one,

is the one made by oneself indeed

but its love friendship and grit that are 

blessed to the one by the cosmos  

for now the tide has rested 

and the future is at the shore

the mediocre revel and are grateful

as that one still humble swims in elysium 

Who's the Master, Who's the slave

He cuffs her above her head

and has her blindfolded too

to let her anticipate the pain that will come

to make her implore for the pain she yearns

for then can she unwrap the pain

to relish the pleasure coated inside

while he too savours her moans and screams

getting high in this feel of power

the power of domination that actually

is given to him by her submission

without which his fire will never be doused

which she brings it out for her to arouse

so who is the master and who is the slave..

She has a collar tied to his neck

the bitch has now made him her pooch

tied him to a leash she has 

but she is the one gone wild 

as she is hungry to feel powerful

as they call it, the Alpha..

hence she makes him cater 

to her need of loyalty

which he does willingly

as he kneels waiting for 

the mistress to pull him to her

thus he satisfies her hunger

but he too enjoys being fed on

as long as his hunger 

to see her wild and hungry is satiated

making him want her more

for without his pretentious obedience

who could she gag

who could she whip..

so who is the master and who is the slave..

for she "let him" tie and blind her

she "let him" give her pain for her pleasure

he too "let her" tie and leash him

to let her take charge of his inner kinks

this pondering thus blurs the lines 

bewildering the definition, derived from vision..

for domination is allowed only by submission...

for consent is the master of which we ought to be the slaves..

shayari 6

Mohabbat ki zindagi mein humari itni khalish thi..

Ki bhar diya khud ko aagosh mein uski

Jismein mehez ek khokhli si kashish thi

मोहब्बत की जिन्दगी में हमारी इतनी खलिश थी

कि भर दिया खुद को आगोश में उसकी

जिसमें मेहेज़ एक खोखली सी कशिश थी।

shayari 5

Yun toh shammein hazaar jal jaati hai mehfil mein,

humaare fun ka deedar karne ke liye

ek kasak si bas reh jaati hai humaare dil mein

jise talab hai toh bas ek chingaari ki

jo baha de dil mein woh dariyaa aag ka

jise log mohabbat kehte hain

यूँ तो शम्मे हजार जल जाती हैं मेहफिल में 

हमारे फन का दीदार करने के लिए 

एक कसक सी बस रेह जाती है हमारे दिल में 

जिसे तलब है तो बस एक चिंगारी की

जो बहा दे दिल में वो आग का दरिया 

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