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

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