Nayi Subah

Yahan sanjh dhal chuki hai
Suryadev, kahin saat samundar paar tumhari subah huyi hogi

Main janta hoon tum ho
Aur hum ji rahein hain kyon ki
Wahan bhi kabhi suryasth ho ga.

Where art thou!

To the neophytes and the hermaphrodites and that entire God made us for.
To the revolutionaries and the emissaries of a peace that never was.
To the invaders and the natives and the land that was robbed.
To the pure and the puritans.
To the poppers and the paupers.
I advocate a clean slate.

Someone once told me, that it was extremely important for every man and woman to have an object of worship.
It had started then.
The seeking.
In catwalk alleys of altruistic sages preaching "the advantages of usage of cannabis'
And through piles and piles of dirty underwear stacked up in cold water apartments.

In fury in love in dejection and in disinterest.
In bread and in steak. And in the divine wine.

A Rainy Dream

Pearls seep through your drenched hair

Soaking your forehead, and those dark sickles on top of your eyes
Slowly your eyes go moist, lips cold and dank
The vermilion cheeks stiff with a moist chill.

You were away for a long time
Back to me only for the night
Walking through the reckless rain for an hour and more

Put aside your clammy clothes
Sit by my fire, sit by me
Let me warm your feet with the guarded heat of my palms
Which I held carefully only for you
And your lips with mine.

I wish I could breathe inside out an eternal fire
I wish to know, in you lies an infinite thirst
That will always draw you back home.

We Move

Tequila and lime
Coherent warp of time
Highway away from the slime
Our love, too green to rhyme.

When time digs a pool
Where do you drop the drool
You ran away from school
Today, it's not so cool.

Wrong or right
That was the fight
A mystic light
A pedantic plight.


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High and flying
Mothers crying
Fathers dying
Brothers raping
Sisters whoring for bread.

Sindoor Ronga Bhor

Sindoor ronga bhore ami perolam tomar bari
Tokhon porda tana, janlagulo khola

Pasher jolashoi theke asha thanda haoa
Amar kopale tomar nishas
Saradin dhore ami hnetechi awedhora borshai

Ghaser opore pore chilo ekta sindoor ranga phool
Tullam
Songe uthe elo koek fnota bristi
Jara ankre chilo or paprigulir sathe
Ei Surjyodoyer somoi nogorir gay eek nisshongotar rong

Ek bristir sondhaye ami perolam tomar bari
Tomake dekhte pacchi
Hnete cholecho ek ujjol deoyal theke arek ujjol deoyal er dike

Onek raat hole ami boshlam ekta fnaka kagojer samne
Boshe thaklam- boshe thakbo
Jotokhon ekta sindoor ranga papri nore chore na othe amar samne

No Entry ki Kahani, No Entry ki Jubani

Sadak chhaap No Entry ka board hoon main

Dilli shehar main daba hua ek aur shor hoon main.



Kisi beeti hui kaal ki baat hai

Jab main Sadak pe hua karta tha

Pandara road connector par

Main khada hua rehtaa tha



Polish meri shandaar thi

Posture mera shakht

Policewala paas tha toh

Log maante the haar waqt.



Phir lagi mujhe TB ki beemari

Pollution aur Shor ne kari meri haalat buri.

Bekkar ki dhakka dhakki me

Shirt ki crease bhi bigad ne lagi.



Aur phir ek din kuch sahibzade

Sharaab mein dhut mujh se baate karne lage

Maine sunai unhe apni kahani

Unhe chada tha josh: ab thi meri zindegi banani.



Aaj Avinash mera dost hai

Uska doorstep mera ghar hai

Khada hua sa rehta hoon

Dari Dari awaaz mein kehta hoon.



"No Entry".

She

A quaint little town
A fire place in a farmhouse
Rite in the outskirts.
Where the trees stand proud
And the moon shine silver on the roof
And a river by it flows down.
I sat with my crystal glass of whiskey
And the wind cried blues of old memories
Of a girl I had met on a bridge over a lake
Which promised me the horizon.