Sword in pen

I took my pen and started writing my destiny on my hand. I drew lines I didn't understand. Some I drew of the tree's roots that I watch daily. Some like the guitar strings I listen daily. Some weaved like the sweater my grandmother made for me and some like the creased bedsheets that I have kept unkempt for long. My pen flows on me and my destiny lines become poetry of my flesh. I try to read it and get myself entangled. I try to solve it and draw more and more lines. I can see a picture now that appears to be like a kindergarden scribble. I get desperate and try harder. My hands are bleeding now. I use it to add more colours. I realise that I am dying of blood loss. My acquaintances tell me that I am a suicidal psychopath that I need to be treated. Just to shut their mouths I was my hands. I see scars and patches that  seem to be familiar. I see in them one of my ruined painting that I abandoned long ago. In remorse, I search for those paintings and start amending them. A f...

Yeh kaisa dastoor hai Humara kya kasoor hai? Chin gaya humse woh Joh aakhri sahara tha Kho gaya humara woh Joh khasti ka kinara tha Kiska tha kasoor Joh raha Yeh dastoor? Manzil ki khoj mein Raahein bhi gum gayi Is hawa ko koi rok de Umeedein bhi ud gayi Nain pathra gaye Pathar ki aawaz sunne Ke intezaar mein Aansu bhi murjha gaye. Raahein na rahi ab bas Ek Registaan bacha hai Paani sirf aankhon Mein dikhta hai. Saaya bhi mera ghatta Chala gaya Joh dekha tha sapna Jalta chala gaya. I wrote letters to santa Pleading for the good days He burnt and threw my letters. I fell in a dilemma I lost hope in him. Then came the storm And I saw the bad days Only then I realized Those were the good days And I write letters to santa Begging for the old days.

Woh muskurahatein Joh deti hain Is dil ko raahatein Gusum hain khadi Kiye the waade kuch Maine joh nibhane Na de Yeh ghadi. Lakeeron ko dhundhla doongi Mai raahon ko bata doongi Tum chaho jahn le chalo Mai wahn chal jaaungi Parharon aur kaanto Sun lo zara Maine chalna ma se seekha hai. Kehte hain yeh badal machli se Hum tairte hain bina paani ke Hasti hain machliyan badal par Aakhir hai woh khud paani ka Tum Jiske bane ho Usmein ubhar kaise paaoge Apne ghar se door ki chumautiyan Nahi dekhoge Toh taur kaise paaoge Khud hi mein ghul Bas ek hissa ban jaaunge.

Woh barsaatein Woh tyaohaar Joh saath beetne the humare Reh gaye soone Zeet gaye zamaane Tum mere paas the Par qareeb nahi Mai tumhare qareeb thi Par saath nahi Woh barsaatein Woh tyohaar Beete tanha Mai adhoori thi Tum adhoore the Kahani poori hui Toh khatam hokar. Galliyon mein kisi ki Mujhe bhaane lagi shaamein Baaton mein kisi ki Ghulne lagi meri raatein Raahon mein uski raah Dekha karti hoon Woh aaye na aaye Mai intezaar karti hoon Yaadon mein kisi ki Likhi hain kahaniyan Unhein kalpana keh Mai Waah Waah bataorti hoon. Pata galat nikla us raah ka Jaahan tumhari raah dekhi Kho gai woh chitthiyan Joh maine tumhare Naam likhi Mile ab joh toh laga Jaise barson baad mulaqaat hui Waqt beeta is kadar Jaise pal bhar ka mehmaan tha Raaston ka bhi us mulaqaat Par sikudne ka andaaz tha.

Khudgarz hai yeh duniya Khudgarz hai inka pyaar Na hai koi yaar Na salahkaar Matlab ke hain log Matlabi inke rishte Kehte hain khudko farishte Paise ke jhoothe hain Yeh har pal ghiste. Khudgarz hai yeh duniya Khudgarz hain iske rishte Kehte toh hain paas hain hum Par paas koi dikha nahi Kehte toh hain jazbaat hain Par nishaan kahin dikhta nahi Saboot mangte hain Tumhari wafa ka yeh. Kanoon ko jaise yeh hain Samajhte Jhoot ki samvyadhaan hai inki Najayaz sabhi waade Wafa maangne waale yeh Waafadaar nahi.