(You and Me, Part 10)

You, Me and the monster

I gaze out of the window,

I look at the moving street,

I struggle through the passing movers,

But, I find him only in the mirror.

He, who is the ocean of innocence,

or may be trying hard to hold it long.

I try asking him the same question,

but his wits to drift them are too strong.

O Monster, what made you to come out last night?

O Monster, why did you make "You and Me" fight?

With You, O monster, I am the other side of "Me",

but with "you", my lover, I can always be "Me".

I know what takes you back, O monster.

It's tears of my beloved,

But, they are too precious to be sold,

under the deals of our tricked arguments.

No negotiations, we need in our love,

Never libidinous can be the spirit of our love,

Though they both touches you at times,

O monster, why aren't you afraid of any crime?

Tharak

Chubhti hai, nochti hai,

awaaz ko majboor karti hai!

Paidal hai, par bhagaati hai,

saanso mein fitoor bharti hai!

Rassi hai, baandh rakhti hai,

dheel de kar, girati bhi khud!

Paani hai, pyaase ko pukaarti hai,

Chhite pade toh, jagaati bhi khud!

Kabhi sardi k kambhal c besharam,

par hayaa ki chadar mein chup jaati hai!

Kabhi kasai ki chhuri c bereham,

pyaar k lal rang ko bhool jaati hai!

Bachchi hai, sachchi hai,

maasumiyat mein ghul paati hai,

Naadan hai, par shaitaan hai,

Tanha raato mein lubhaati hai!

Neel hai, kabhi-kabhi daag de jaati hai,

barsaat hai, be-mausam baras jaati hai,

Dekho toh aasaani se nazar kaha aati hai,

Dhhondle niklo toh khud-b-khud bistar pe saj jaati hai!

Chubhti hai, nochti hai,

awaaz ko majboor karti hai!

Paidal hai, par bhagaati hai,

saanso mein fitoor bharti hai!

They say, but

They say,

never take eatables  from strangers in train,

but,

she cooked delicious fish that night.

They say,

Bengalis are too mean to be befriended,

but,

her altruism was beyond such definitions.

They say,

Anti-virus is must for smooth running of laptops,

but,

because of its absence, there were our smooth meetings.

They say,

it's difficult to read a doctor's writing,

but,

my love wrote me letters beautifully.

They say,

an apple a day keeps the doctor away,

but,

A doc serves me apple every morning.

They say,

heighted pillows can give neck pain,

but,

my love's thigh makes the best pillow.

They say,

Love is illogical,

but,

my love added deep logic to my existence.

Society

Society,

Sophisticated, stressed and stained.

Society,

Stripped, skinned and sustained.

What you know, and what you believe,

Is too vast to be taken,

And too deep to be fallen for,

Still you say "Do as we say",

For humanity, why humans are your prey?

Society,

Salted, sugared and saturated.

Society,

Skeptic, suspicious, and salivated .

You see what’s there over the face,

And you purposely adore the same,

Not just the curves,  words too are framed,

But how can you be keen on them,

when blind you are since ages?

Society, a swollen stage of savoir-faire,

Society, a spiritual  shore of satire.

Simple Ishq!

Tera feeki chai ko chushki sang peena,

kachchi kachchi c mushkaan ko hardum jeena,

Naa duriyo  ko aansuo se chakhna,

Naa nazdikiyo ka sajaa ke rakhna,

Hai kuchh aur nahi par tera mera,

Simple Ishq!

Tera binn kaaran ruth toh jaana,

par manana bhi khud b khud seekhana,

Naa chhoti chhoti baaton ka dil pe lagna,

naa chhoti chhoti baaton ko dil mein rakhna,

Hai kuchh aur nahi par tera mera,

Simple Ishq!

Tera bas ek raat ko chaand se rishta nibhana,

usse jala phir mere haath se khaana khaana,

Naa betuki umeeedo ka mahal sajana,

Naa lagai kissi umeed se ghabraana,

Hai kuchh aur nahi par tera mera,

Simple Ishq!

Tera mujhe iss sehar mein tanha karna,

mere sapno ko kissi aur k bistar par rakhna,

Naa tera kal ko mera ho paana,

Naa mera yeh soch aansu bahana,

Hai kuchh aur nahi par tera mera,

Simple Ishq!

Toh kya

Bhari gullak ko farsh pe naa toda,

toh kya sanjoya,

masoom rango ne nayi diwaar ko naa goda,

toh kya dhoya.

Tere aanso ne kissi k rongte nai chede,

toh kya roya,

sudhaar na saka unko jo the fidrat se tede,

toh kya boya.

Subah uthne ke baad dubara nahi soya,

toh kya soya,

Barso ke ishq ko ek pal mein naa khoya,

toh kya khoya.

People

People,

pure, passionate, poised,

People,

pretentious, perverts, possessed.

Their hunger,

honest, hiked, horny.

Their needs,

natural, nasty, naughty.

Their intensions,

innocent, immoral, inapt.

Their relations,

rude, righteous, rough.

Their soul,

soothing, sceptic, stubborn.

Their believes,

begrimed, bold, bluffed.

Their sizes,

 stiff, small, stuffed.

People,

prized, prideful,  prudent,

People,

poor,  potent, perfectly imperfect.