Mystique Soul

The avalanche of this “mystique soul”,
Flows with a vivid desire,
Defying all the laws of tenancy,
Burning itself into an outrageous fire,

Excluding all its reasons to live,
And burying all the reasons to die,
Falsifying the presence of randomness,
Refuting the existence of certainty,
Its state, it tries to justify,

As the breeze renders life to waves,
And potter gives shapes to the vessels,
Extruding itself into an aura,
Neither mortal for captivation,
Nor immortal for sanctification,

It achieves the glory of divinity,
And creates a pathway of illumination,
Bringing life to all the characters at world’s stage
Accounting for all the narration,
For all the actions are defined by its aspirations,

For this flesh and blood are inconclusive,
This soul is the source of incarnation,
Carrying the existence of the almighty,
Compacted into so defined “one mystique soul”,
Justifying the reason and source of creation

Incomplete

As the day has grown old to its age,

The night is abloom with youth and beauty,

We came closer and entwined to one

But then destiny came amidst,

Success invoked my man’s ego,

And glory bonded you with aspirations

Our ways separated, dreams shattered,

No one was to be blamed, but the situation,

I ignored sagacious friends,

I was running away from salvation

Undoing the thought of the wad which was missing,

I continued my voyage without defining the destination,

I won the battle but then realized,

I was on my own to share that surprise,

As for which I gave my whole life,

It was actually a fool’s paradise,

It cost me my life’s biggest treasure,

For it cost me her indeed,

Yes! Now I meant something to world,

But meaning of life without her was Incomplete

The Black Spot

With the music and food with the proportionate blend,

With the farewell party and my career’s end,

I got up from the bed, and poured a glass of water,

On my head, to get out from last night’s hangover,

With an partially processed thought,

I took out my white shirt,

I observed it with a shock,

It carried a little black spot,

Was it saying something to me?

Or was it just a dirty stain?

Was it somebody’s soaked blood on my collar?

Or was it just the washer man’s pain?

For whatever reason it came to my mind,

But it was surely my life’s gain,

As it tells the saga of all my deeds,

And accounts for all the sins I refrain,

It reminds me of the Muslim man,

Whom I locked up in the police cell,

In the case of the murder of a minister,

And given the torture that was utterly grim,

But was he actually the one to be blamed?

Or because the Law says,

That someone has to be held responsible,

So preferably a Muslim was to Framed,

My focus then shifts to that big celebrity,

Whom I allowed to drive, while he was drunk,

As he paid me some currency notes,

I still wonder who was to be blamed,

For the people he killed that night on the road.

Is that black spot referring to my malice?

Or is it laughing on my solace?

For all I did, Oh! My dear Lord,

There’s one more killing added to it,

Which is the very human you seeded inside me,

As for all those mishaps, I was the only perigee,

And if someone has to be punished,

It is none other than me.

The child in the corner of the street...

Days come and days go,
Like a pendulum’s to and fro,
But nights stay with me awake,
As if a world is in the make,

Only one thought grabs hold on my mind,
As a species does to one of its kind,
The child I saw in the corner of the street,
Though not a home to him, but a retreat,

The road has relinquished him of food,
But has taught him to fight the hunger,
The open sky has gifted him the coldest of the nights,
But has taught him to fly high in the dreamy air,

The sickness was visible in those deep black eyes,
But they were all decorated with the aspirations,
He was though fighting for his necessities,
But was having all the energy required for his illumination,

The moment those black eyes fell into mine,
There was a question for me, and for the divine,
Why the one having all the opportunities fails to achieve,
While the one who can achieve is not opportune,

May be the destiny is answering this to us,
As it brings the status quo to equilibrium,
As there is no one who gets everything,
And there is no one who gets nothing, but some.

Teri Yaad

Dil ki gehraai se aaj fir ek awaaz aa rahi hai..

Kuch beete lamho ke darmiyaan..

Kuch meethi yaadein, sard hawaaon ki tarah…

Har saans ko meri mahaka rahi hai…

Jaane kyu aaj fir teri yaad aa rahi hai…

Yu to falak par chaandni bhi sharma rahi hai…

Kuch ithlaake sharmaake…

Apni hare k adaa se chaand ko tadpa rahi hai..

Aaj wo chaandni tera chehra dikhla rahi hai..

Jaane kyu aaj fir teri yaad aa rahi hai..

Meri taqdeer ye mujhe kaha le jaa rahi hai…

Saagar ki lehero se gili hui ret par,

Jaise ungli se teri suart si bana rahi hai..

Ye meri taqdeer, meri hokar bhi…

Tujhse wafaa nibha rahi hai…

Jaane kyu aaj fir teri yaad aa rahi hai…

why doesnt her memories leave me...

I remember the day when u were wid me....... nights were all passed under the moon...... the stars were attendin our soul's wedding and the sky blessed us wid its magical boon... n the day now when u r far away.... when no one can see my tears....... the days are fillled wid ur memories..... and in d night i m alone wid dark fears...... why doesnt god takes away my life...... why doesnt dis world end up for me..... why cant ur memories leave me alone too.. like u broke d promises to set me free....

I wish u were with me….

For all d time I live

I wish u love me too..

I wish this wish goes true..

I wish I hold your hand

And walk with u on sand…

I wish my eyes see only u

I wish this wish goes true..

And birds I wish to bring..

For u they all can sing…

This lovely song with the morning dew

That can show my feelings for u

I wish I bring u a star…

And the rainbow from the sky..

But love is all I have for u..

But I still wish this wish goes true..