Wheels on the Chair

Packed private clubs
with their musical chairs
and their music playing
a smoked turkey at the door
simmering over the fire
trying to pay them off
breathes to move in the space
but breathes out laughter
drilling down a hole
touching raw nerves of the
crux of their matter

Packed private clubs
with their musical chairs
when the music stops
while they are
sitting on their chairs
getting licked by their partners
facing their directions
lighting up their conversation
to spark off their revolutions
the turkey lights up a fire
running around patterning
in and out of the circles
unable to stop playing
with wheels fiddling in the pocket
shown the closed face
of the door
waits for the chair in silence

Peace Out

When the bombs have dropped
crunching its numbers
and getting it right
where every bullet fired
meets its mark
with or without style

When all the noise reaches its end
and when they have all stopped talking
having betrayed and
getting what they want
closing their eyes
sleeping in a
compromising position with peace
standing face to face
with the hidden laughter
behind the lies
unable to betray themselves
they'll be left exploding
exploding with their violence
exploding in front of their own eyes

When the mullah with his azan
halals every stretched out word
finishes creaming out his song
and the priest
not to be outdone by this race
races backwards to pack
5000 years in 5 lines
as the savage too cries and gets
once in a while
his share of free for all

When all the noise reaches its end
and when they have all stopped talking
having betrayed and
getting what they want
closing their eyes
sleeping in a
compromising position with peace
standing face to face
with the hidden laughter
behind the lies
unable to betray themselves
they'll be left exploding
exploding with their violence
exploding in front of their own eyes

The poets and the painters
extracting their juices
from the dead
fogging,blurring
shagging the moon
casting their shadows
over the stars,the light
even eternity has been commoditized
vainer than the vilest of jokers
waiting always for some dance to begin
not wanting their own lives
to hit a dead end

When all the noise reaches its end
and when they have all stopped talking
having betrayed and
getting what they want
closing their eyes
sleeping in a
compromising position with peace
standing face to face
with the hidden laughter
behind the lies
unable to betray themselves
they'll be left exploding
exploding with their violence
exploding in front of their own eyes

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