No home

The only sound in the mind is
whistling of blood flowing head to toe

The only line in the rhyme is
wait , and walk again , Hero !

The only air i breathe is
one that is moist and is slow

The only feel i have is
that there are thousand splendid suns

The only thing i know is
that i have loaded all my guns

The only pain i want is
when a heart blasts and
when a head burns

the only water i drink is
that comes from two seas apart

The only thing i do is
hold myself and split in million parts

The only time i write is
when i am happy or
i have angst

and i know i am loved not for
who am i but
how are my text

So let the words roam
in my mental Rome
So let my rhyme sleep
with me in my dome.
Because they have like my dreams
No home , sirs !
Because they are like my dreams
and are alone , Sirs !

The Eternality of change

There is one thing as eternal as this time is : Change.
Tell who and what has not changed with passage of time . You and me are mere mortals. Even the eternal time has changed with time itself.
I miss my childhood when i would sit down before TV with my sister to watch MOGLI on sunday mornings ; when there was no cable and dish TV and we would wait for fridays to watch a movie on DD 1 at 9.30 pm ; when we used to get our school diaries checked by our teacher in Zero period.
Old days always seem good . Ain't they ?

Time travels faster beyond timelines and to carru on with the pace , i changed the blog design.
But can a superficial change last forever ?
Ironically , i know the answer.

Hazarron khwahishen aisi

Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
Bohat niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle

Daray kyon mera qaatil? kya rahega us ki gardan par?
Voh khoon, jo chashm-e-tar se umr bhar yoon dam-ba-dam nikle

Daray kyon mera qaatil? kya rahega us ki gardan par?
Voh khoon, jo chashm-e-tar se umr bhar yoon dam-ba-dam nikle


Nikalna khuld se aadam ka soonte aaye hain lekin
Bahot be-aabru hokar tere kooche se hum nikle


Bharam khul jaaye zaalim! teri qaamat ki daraazi ka
Agar is tarahe par pech-o-kham ka pech-o-kham nikle

Magar likhvaaye koi usko khat, to hum se likhvaaye
Hui subaha, aur ghar se kaan par rakh kar qalam nikle

Hui is daur mein mansoob mujh se baada aashaami
Phir aaya voh zamaana, jo jahaan mein jaam-e-jaam nikle


Hui jin se tavaqqa khastagi ki daad paane ki
Voh ham se bhi zyaada khasta e tegh e sitam nikle

Mohabbat mein nahin hai farq jeenay aur marnay ka
Usi ko dekh kar jeetay hain, jis kaafir pe dam nikle


Zara kar jor seene par ki teer-e-pursitam niklejo
Wo nikle to dil nikle, jo dil nikle to dam nikle


Khuda ke waaste parda na kaabe se uthaa zaalim
Kaheen aisa na ho yaan bhi wahi kaafir sanam nikle

Kahaan maikhane ka darwaaza Ghalib aur kahaan vaaiz
Par itna jaantay hain kal voh jaata tha ke ham nikle

Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
Bohat niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle...


Mirza Ghalib