Visarjan

Dhadakte dil ko nangeen talwaar ke saamne nachaya
Muskurate hue thak jab gaya
Aayna bhi palat ke
Patli gali se kat liya
Hawa ke rukh ne mod pe aisa saath choda
Ulti ginti karte karte
Khoon ek kaali nadi
Ek marte gutter ke taraf badha
Raste mein ek keeda
Chalta phirta rengta
Dupki lagate dikha
Zakhm ka acchar jaisa bana
Chot bhi sala fat ke
Wah huzoor bol gaya
Aur doobte doobte
Ganpati Bappa
Margaya

Wasted Hiding

Wasted not enough to write
Waste some time in trying to write
Jumbled words start to tremble in the hand
A fidgeting pen wants to try and make some sense
Hit hard by the one liners
Punches from a left and a right
Bouncing off corners
As the words fall to the ground
Spilling themselves in a hurry
A coward creeps through the edges
Falling sometimes in between the lines
To bury a voice
That tries to break out of the story

Profiteering at the End of the Line

Clinging to a name thats left to remember
A shop left open without an owner
Busies itself with the market outside
Straining to lower down the volume
Of the tune
Of the good luck of the
misfortune
Betrayed only by the coughed out laughter
Sells open books of lies
Souvenirs go out at a discount
Covering the losses by deepening the cuts
And draining the blood bank account dry
To buy a catalogue of excuses in return
To counter every insult thrown
Piles of files of
Burden of lies
Debt which no insurance can cover
See some bets being placed in the market
Odds that are going in favor
Waiting
For the shop to go under