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

Svāhā

Enters the smoke of horror
Talking stops shooting
Silence demonises metaphoring
Fire scavenges at the bottom
You don't want to smoke, Unsmoken?
Time bypassing who computes with the clouds
Bye passing time where are you going now
Practice makes Perfect.

Sweet art of mine
The performance is on
Long time ago
The music stopped playing
They are all talking
Silence is struggling
Struggling for a voice
Finds him lying,Talking
Lying dead in the noise

Con-uh-sure

Is the only piece of complete art for the expert managing to find only incomplete pieces, his clone?

Escaping

Tunnels too many on offer
Recoiling and choking
Can recoil no further
Faces were once calling
Was good your whistling
Only their drowning
Humming to the horizon
Nothings being the only somethings
Exclamation masking the question
Intensity of your vanity
LHS of depression and RHS of inspiration
Fighting for equality
The mirror feeds on reflection
Stranger strangering at the stranger
Taking turns on solipsistic sufferings
Tunnels in the background
The mirror wants to break down

Phiki Chai

Ek Samay.Ek lambi chadhai
Hosh.O Awaaz nahin
Jungle ki rah
Hamesha se joh beparwa

Ek dubli bhed sabse peeche
Gabrakar samne aayi
Josh toh mila
Shanti ki jab chita jalai
Kranti se immandari ki aas lagai
Dubli bhed.Socha na tha jisne kabhi garajne ko
Baadh mein behne ke baad yaad aaya kamsekam baraste toh
Aisi chadhai

Manzil ke paas
Chai ki yaad
Kursi apna dum dene ke liye dikhti hui
Biscuit ne chai mein doob marne ki kasam khai
Abey Homer teri aisi ki taisi tragedy
Meri chai
Doodh jyada,chini jyada aur patti kam aayi.

Boomerang

Smoked with the demons
The chillum with the hoodlums

Blading the bladders
Salivating at the spatters
Viscous red warmth
B negative cannot B positive

Track the moolah
Make the mind a nallah
Become a gandi nallah ka keeda

Laughter is the best medicine
Laughter laughs back
Laughs at itself
See your misery in the mockery

In the morning mantras
The devil is unbound
Turns his head around
When his tandav is on

Dam the damn demons
For whom the present tense makes no sense
Wallow, without your chillums

A midway foul cry
Fly now.Sky high
In the downward direction.Bye bye
Peek-a-boo.Souless soul
Tried calling you
To request you not to smoke
Wish you ran out of all your dope
Don't want the demons to be back

Lord,have their chillums fully stacked.

Slippery Slopes

............Not to hurt

.......................Not to be hurt

.....................................Not to love

................................................Not to be loved