I Wanna Forget For A While

Ever wondered what it feels like to breathe under the ocean; to taste the water from the grey cloud; to touch the seven colours of rainbow?

Ever wondered how it feels to live in a world where days start with shadows or exist in a void to that makes you practically weightless?

The million dollar question ?

True love,

Like a needle in a haystack,

It's too difficult to find.

Like the Gods above,

It exists if you believe in it.

Like Halley's comet,

You might see it,

in one of your lifetime.

It's priceless

like the Kohinoor.

Or so people say.

But all this hype,

Brings me to a question,

Why the hell do you think it's worth the hassle?!

I Had Said No

I said no.

Again and again

I said no.

Did you not hear that?

I said no.

But my words did not erect a wall of protection around me.

It's dirty, filthy touch still managed to seep through my defenses and scar my soul.

The moment it withdrew its claws,

I ran.

I ran and ran and ran.

On the way,

I bumped into a lady.

Her eyes were blindfolded

With a beam balance in one hand

And a sword in the other

I asked her to help me.

She told me that she doesn't see any sin

I repeated again

That I had said no.

But to her, my consent didn't matter

'Cause I said, "I do."

On that day at the altar.

To you,

I was your shadow

Always following you

In stormy nights

In grainy lights

Even in your darkest hours

When you were too immersed

In your own darkness to see me.

I was your air

Essence of your life

But unnoticed

Until the day I left

And you realised

What suffocation is.

I was your sun

You frowned

Whenever you looked at me

Hid yourself

In my presence

But you didn't realise

Without me

No dawn is coming.

Na hum khud se khush hain,

Na iss duniyaa ki rivazon se;

Fir v ussi ko leke age kyun badh rahe hain hum?

malum hai ki kuchh galat ho raha hai;

Jo samaj Humne banaya tha,

Usse humara hi dum ghut raha hai;

Fir bhi badlab se itna darte kyun hain hum?

Misshapen

Sometimes I feel a weird kinship

with those misshapen clay pots,

That lay discarded and forgotten.

At first like a new born baby,

It too sits on the centre of potter's wheel,

Soaking up all the attention it needs.

But as the life goes on,

And the wheel of time is spun,

Just like the clay in the hands of potter,

We are strained by the hands of humanity,

Bending to the world's whim,

Smoothing out our deformity,

To be accepted by the society.

But when after all those pottery,

We still turn out misshapen,

Just like those deformed clay pots,

We're easily discarded and forgotten.

The moments that we lost in time,

Still reverberate in my mind.

Your radiant smile, eyes dancing with mirth,

I still see it like an image in a hologram.

The warmth of your embrace,

I can still feel it like the soft evening breeze.

And like I promised you millions of time,

I still keep your essence inside the walls of my heart.

-Yours forever

Innocent bystander

Close your eyes

Cover your ears

Shut your mouth

What’s happening isn’t happening.

Come on, throw away your conscience;

It’s not going to win you a lottery.

It wasn’t you who commited the crime,

Then Why should you feel guilty?

Convince yourself it’s not your fault,

You are not to blame.

Just an innocent bystander, right?

You just happened to be there;

You watched the scene unfold.

Even though you could have stopped it,

you just stood there and let it go on,

shook your head and said, “what a terrible fate!”

And went on with your day,

Thinking you’re not in the wrong.

But let me tell you one thing,

By closing your eyes,

when you see something evil,

By covering your ears,

When you hear something wrong,

By shutting your mouth,

When you could have spoken up,

You are not being wise but selfish.

You’re as much guilty for not stopping it

as the hands of the person for doing it.

So don’t think you’re not in the wrong,

‘cause innocent bystander is just an oxymoron.

The path is now lost.

And all of us wanderers have nowhere to go.