Tattoo

Rinsed and dry
Breaking away to come clean
But the ringing phone
keeps pulling at the strings
The blunted knife decides to give in
Dips into the poison of
mud and slime
Plays out its options for the
background score,the genre
and the style
Starts filling in the blanks
Grinding back and forth through
the pages of the story
Sharpens as it burns
Bends and turns
to face the tip
of the end
To give a farewell to the final chapter
Clicks a picture
so the wound stays alive

Ejaculated Misery

Shaking and trembling
on uneven wheels burnt with holes

broken and disjointed
like punctured nerves
the lines try to stand

pulling up a straight face
to muscle out a say
grabbing hard at the picture
to salvage a meaning
and not to let it limp away

breathing down on the full-stop
beating out a climax
so the squeezed out last word
is not dry

ecstasy begins its deception
in seconds wipes itself clean
leaving behind the stain of impotency
to flush out
ejaculated poetry

while the orgasm ends
the protoplasm sinks
shrinking back
into misery

Slippery Fingers

Blank face of the paper
thirsting for the drop of ink
left dry and stranded by a friend
gazes out,as a
parched traveller who is
betrayed by the reflections of water

At a loss for words
seeking refuge behind the walled but
blurred boundaries of
sung and unsung crimes
the pen twitches as it lingers
picks up pace to lose itself
and starts rolling
between the fingers

A new angle dawns on the battle
grimacing paper forces out a grin
starts its retreating journey to
fold itself up as a smile
nodding in approval
betrayal turns to
complete the circle
burdened fingers that knew
revenge was a given
slowly start to let the
pen slip by

Going down,knocking
behind the closed door
the paper starts laughing
nowhere to go
the pen starts slashing

Fata Poster Nikla Andhera

Awaaz baithi
Khafa hoke
Jabaan jali
Sur mein bajte
Baat karte daat
Tehelne par mann atkate
Sukhe hoth
Bachane mein
Seel seel ke fat te
Summ mein dabkar
Sunn hoke baithe
Kone se do kaan
Ulte per khade
Har mooh se nikli baat
Gale hue takiya kalam
ke aam jaisi
Aur gutli apne gale mein
aa atakti
Phadphadati aank mandrate
Chehro mein
Ek parchayee se chupti
Chal padhti yatra par
Shaam se sabere tak ka rasta
Aur manzil ke darwaze pe khada hasta
Haath jode
Hardik swagat karta andhera

Check and Mate

A knife and a fork
And the dripping chocolate sauce
Hovering over the chess board
Drools
On the moves
Salivates
As it chews
Sauce trickles down to the board
A pawn spawns a new color into the game
Cowering beneath the lines
Grey comes out smirking
Moves in
In between the black and the white
Drip starts to flood
Slipping
One step at a time
The King gets knifed
Licking
Away in pain
The Queen gets forked