Let it kill you

A bright future,a dream of acheiving heights,all that you desire has an astronomical price;

It’ll cost you sleep,leisure and all that you relate as treasure;
It’ll burn you from inside,leaving a hollow within;
It’ll tire you till you tear apart and question your pieces to have not put enough in;

There’ll be a silence screaming at your thoughts of respite,you’ll need to muster courage to look into your own eyes;
You’ll feel the weight of the earth pushing you down,crumbling under it you’ll see your crown;
The King that you were of your destiny,the clown you’d be of your demise;

Alas! you’d feel your sorrow gush out through a deluge of emotions,
wreaking havoc on the roads to heaven,
there’ll be a hell inside;

It is then that you will be reborn with the calm of an ocean and the depth of the skies.

-Jigar

Look beyond

The lights went off, the world got asleep,
but there was a heart that found peace in the eerie;
It was not afraid, that emotion had gone;
It was all made of stone and only had eyes for the throne;
It worked like a machine, no sweat left in the system to cool its sere;
It had a calling for things deemed not near;

Then it looked into the dark, the dark had questions- “why do you long for things that’re uncertain? why you want that for which you are not destined?”.

I can’t see what is beyond you, it replied,
You bind me to what is in sight,
that is your vision, you chose to hide,
I won’t fumble, neither will I die,
through you I will beam all my hope and give a bright morning to a whole new world that is on the other side.

Scabrous

He a savage, ate her by the lines
Moved up, sly and slimy,
got down like lightening,

She was spread,
Her pulse reflected her fret,
Her shackles were down,with a groan, a moan and his frown,

She kept a view of the ravenous him,
the waves that shook her foundation, had a chiseled chin,
The tides went high,hitting harder and deep with no respite

Soon she lost space and time,
her conscience mellowed with the taste of malted wine- left on her tender lips just before his head went south of her ribs, and came to life, her senses numb,
a feeling so good, almost a crime.

Catharsis

Wake up and lash out
At every wrong you see,
Make them known that it is time things don’t be as they have been.
Why should you accept that the Sun rises from East?
Why should they call every Dark a Beast?
Why to rate Black as a colour of jeer?just cause it is opaque to their hostilities, and choses against reflecting their atrocities,
which they foresake as fear;

Question them, ask them what they fear?
Impugn the order, ask why left is gauche and right adroit,
Why should you call white a white?
Isn’t the Dark that the universe engulfs,
Isn’t it that a child sees in the night and gets enthralled,
The dark in them is the dark in you,
the skin is just as deep as their view!

Moonlit Romance

You are the scent of a million roses simmering in the valley of passion;
You are things unsaid, that touch the senses, and call a whole season of dark moon silver onto the ocean floor which goes piercing to the bed.

You like romance,
I like to fill you with it;
Cover your thoughts and let pass only moans through your nerves;
I give You none of worldly inhibitions, just sheer pleasure of a grab from the back and other things that follow;

You melt like chocolate on flames,
with an aroma of sweet berries;
You catch hold of me, riling with anxiety and calling for pain;
And there we go again.

Hunger to win

Dogged and determined,You go marching on,
through desolate cram into the dark unknown,
It took everything out of You to reach here,
But the skeptic You, rightly so questions the dare;
Is it worth all the pain? Will there be any gain? It questions to push You back again.

Remind yourself, look in within,
If not for the hunger, you will be mere nothing;
It is the pain that cinters the grit, burning improbablities to raise a star of fortune in the darkest of myth;
The more the pang, the more the thirst,
the more you get closer to be a first!

Terror haven Pakistan

Tides don’t pledge allegiance;
Empires which alligned to them, captured Seas, and those that stood against them are not be seen.

The waves of humanity are heading towards prosperity and peace, the State which is sailing towards Island of Terror, history has a lesson or two for it.

The rains, you, and me.

Take me there, never to return,
where passion fuels love and all our desires burn;

Here they’ll flame you,
set me ablaze,
call us sullied,
question our faith;
Only to realise,
that we aren’t afraid,
of the winds that change,
and the sails that douse,
when the waters upbraid;

We’ll steer ourselves,
like we have done all this way;
to an island untouched,
having plenty of shade;
where we’ll sing to the Sun,
whom the skies adorn,
and fall forever
into our blue escapade;

Far and beyond!

The rains have retreated,
they too had many, but not the one to wet;
Mumbai misses you, like many do, but the one, doesn’t yet;

He is still there in you,
like you can feel him there;
He is that shiver through your spine,
when a drop of love runs blind,
and doesn’t spare;

You miss him too, don’t you do?
when you close those eyes and follow your soul,
to the mountain clad skies near the lake on a stroll,
where you see him snuggle and entice,
then your emotions sans reluctance belies,
and everything unsaid lies on the floor, just like those pair of jeans and your camisole.

A letter to Heaven- Kashmir

It was the 11th of July, she heard from Mother that the schools will be closed as Burhan- their hero- has been killed by the Indian forces.
Insha, had just done utensils and asked Mother for an afternoon break after which she will do her studies. She went to her room taking the stairs, kept her phone on charge and layed down on her bed for a nap. A moment after that she heard a sudden thud of marching boots piercing the enerving silence that had gripped the lane in front of her house. Mother had told her, like many times before, to stay put in the house and away from the windows when she hears the ‘Kafirs’ coming.

This time though things went deviant, the girl became curious and destiny unrelenting. Insha, forced to follow the urge by her assuming mind, went to the window to witness the exchange between the rioters and the police men.

‘The window stood ajar and she had barely peeped, but then she layed on the floor, weeping to the skies to lay some light and get her vision back, to see’.
It was a fraction of a moment that changed Insha’s destiny, it was rewritten with pellets.

P.S She is Insha Malik, all of 14 years old, lying unconscious. She lost vision in both the eyes due to stray iron pellets, fired from the police gun to control rioters.Is this a state of tranquility? then why call it a heaven?