You and Me .. ( Part 4)

Ah! Those drops trickled,
And kissed your lips.
Jealousy aroused so human,
Yet insured with bliss.


Ah! The clever thunder,
Dismayed my lover’s lids.
Concern aroused so human,
Bluffing maturely with ids.


You,
The lover for rains; fortuitously drenched.

And Me,
The lover of rains; secretly drenched.
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Amorous glances ready to surrender,
Coinciding touches without blunders.
Seized words and closed eyes,
Everything wet in rains and cries.

You,
The culprit of fuming fires,
The reason behind nascent desires.

And Me,
The culprit of nascent desires,
The reason behind fuming fires.

You and Me .. ( Part 3)

Volatile parenthesis,

Flowing within my anecdotes …

I can’t hold it back,

How so ever I avoid.

Those repetitive quotes,

Are substitute to my voids.

You,

The naughty creature, certainly vivacious.

And Me,

The idiotic lover, certainly credulous.

Dry parenthesis,

Burning with my wet notes …

Publishing those three pious words,

Are genuinely followed by “too”,

Fluctuation in defining relation,

Redefines your pranks’ pattern too.

You,

The appreciator of my real jokes,

And Me,

The comedian molding my life as a joke.

Thoda kamina hota ..

Masoom patta woh,
Kuchh boonde sambhal baitha hai.
Darta na raato se,
Oos ko sametne jagta hai.
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Muskaan saadi si,
Insaan hoon saada saa,
Sab kuchh toh pura hai,
Tu maange ho sab aadha saa.

Kudrat k kaanto ki chubhan,
Dil ne hass k ki sahan.
Fidrat pooche kaese jiyo main,
muskurata mukhota pehan.


Maamuli sahi, ratti bhar hi,
Kuchh pal sahi, uss kal mein hi,
Thoda, yaa thode se jyada ,
Main bhi kamina hota!

Naa darta chhedne se,
Dilo sang khelne se,
Puraana saa kabaad,
Saja ki bechne se.

Lanka naa yuh jalti,
Kismat na yuh hasti,
Agar thoda, aur thoda,
Main bhi kamina hota!

Thodi izzat hi kam hoti,
Sar chadti har pal nayi panoti,
Kya karta jyada batolke,
Jab khaata main akela hi roti?

Soch ghoomake phir wahi layi,
Sachchi se badi na meri kamai,
Khaali bhale mera katora ho,
Par naam k aage kamina na ho!

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Masoom patta woh,
Kuchh boonde haar baitha hai,
Chup hai phir roshni mein,
Andhere mein saaye datolta rehta hai.

You and Me .. ( Part 2)

Please Do read the part 1 of You and Me before going thru this write:

That ruptured ecstasy,
Certain immature fallacies,
Turned nebulous last night …

The premise stepped ahead,
And the epilogue stepped back,
All of a sudden, last night …

You,
Still the stimuli to my devotion.
And Me,
The curtailed current of emotions.

The flow to cadence sustained,
Nexus to anecdotes retained,
So was the beauty of words last night …

The caresses of the breeze,
The glow of besotted moon,
Abridged the volatile distance last night …

You,
the ground for penning each of my writes.
And Me,
the credulous listener for each of your words.
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You, the nature, and Me, the admirer,
Expressing love just through their sight …
“You” made “Me”, and “Me” made” You”,
Complete and lovable last night.

Chehre ..

Chehre ke do aage chehre, Chehre ke do peeche chehre,
Aage chehre, peeche chehre, Bolo kitne chehre?

Anginat hai khidkia, Anginat Pehre,
Pehro ke Anginat tuk, Anginat chehre.

Takhat prem toh sabhi ko bhaae,
Phir doja bhale chain na pae.
Kehte Kabir k bol toh sabhi hai,
Sunne ko koi aage na aae.

Lahu bhi robaro apne badalte rang se,
Dikhe hara par laal woh rann mein.
Khokli peeda sabke kaandhe par,
Sahare khoje chehre badal kar.

Durast kahe har saware jaag kar,
Laute wahi dinbhar bhaag kar.
Phir chale mukhoota taane,
Antral kaha iss dhod mein jaan kar.

Anginat hai khidkia, Anginat Pehre,
Pehro ke Anginat tuk, Anginat chehre.

You and Me ...

You termed my call a formality, but I called you for the unknown reason that you will never understand and undoubtedly I will never express…

Me,
The curtailed current of emotions,
The fallacies sprouting devotion.

And you,
The stimuli to my devotion,
The fallacies sprouting emotions.


Me,
The still character behind the virgin maroon curtain,
Least prepared to face your reply.

And you,
The curious admirer over the maroon cushion,
Contented with best dialogue delivery.
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Me, the premise and you, the epilogue,
Piece of the same story, yet we never met.

Desires...

Waves set apart,

While it touch the depth,

Desires float within this vigor,

Since pebbles can’t float!

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Disgruntled orgasm, or vague halo,

Lover’s trauma, or Sinner’s pride,

The lot behind a single smile,

The lot floating for a while.

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Scorned and shriveled,

Desires of life…