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

Meetha Karela

Afsos ka gaana joh mila
Na jeene ka sahara mil gaya
Gaana bangaya toh gaate hain
Sur ko dhyaan mein rakh kar bhool jaate hain
Antakshari mein bas ek hi dhun jab bajti hai
Baithe baithe apni aatmakatha ko ramayan+mahabharat jitna banate hain

Sala apne ko bade dilwala kehte the
Dil ke dagabaazi ko samajh kar samajh na sake
Kahin pyaas bujhi kahin bhook miti
Sone aur jagne ke beech ka rishta toot gaya
Kadwahat ke mithaas ko aise chakh liya
Meetha karela joh banna tha so ban gaye
Jeene aur marne ke beech mein jalna likha tha,haste gaate,jal gaye

Snmoked n Smnaked

A traffic of two
Jammed and congested
An undelivered message is not a mistake
A breath too long to take
A minute too long to wait
Hold on to that minute
See a flash of old rules
Come hunting for new game

Sliding its way out
Snaking its way through
Chamdi left behind
A smirk left crawling
All over on the face of the phone
Dont go searching
For the snake inside
The snake is gone
He now has a new home

A Night Out for the Noise

Curfew's on the prowl
A beat constable silencing all
Stung by the loss of echoes
Cry the strunged out howls
Trains of expressions
Ground to a halt
In the barren bad lands
There are no No Smoking signs
Kid yourself with that makeup and design
The engine is going on a strike
Puffing out
Just before an encore
Keema paoed
Once more

The Played

Names dropping everywhere
Inflicted with adjectivitis
Chunks in the mouthful of vomit
Fragranced and packaged
Spitted out

Nailed to the boxes
Pushed to the corner
The active works on its principle
To bury the passive alive

Beneath the pile of boxes
A grave without an owner
The question holds a silent prayer
Invisible to the players

Happy Hours

The world goes for a drowning
Going in whiskyoing
Jiyo.Jiyo.Jiyo.
Cheerso.Prosto.Brothers.All calling

The door revolves for the sake of revolving
The dance is slow
A rhythm beating to the teardrop
Fuck the tear wheres the beer
Served cold chilled and sobered
Sedated with laughter
Dance is getting strong
3-4 and the 5th peg begs the question
The hook bows down to the song

Hours have come to an end
No front and no behind
No waiting.No baiting
Sweet as the last drop of this spilled wine
Tomorrow your doors will again open
In search of yet another soul
Quietly quite broken