Maut ka Jhashn (Glorious celebrating the death)

तेरी मौत का 
जश्न बड़ा आलीशान है 
ए आदत 
ये तुझसे मेरी आखरी मुलाकात है 

गहरी नींद में 
सो रहा था हैवान 
वहीं नींद में 
गला घोंट आया हूँ 

आज जब से जगा हूँ 
सब कुछ बदला सा है 
पाऊँ ज़मीन पर नहीं 
आज मन कुछ हल्का सा है 

बहुत खाया 
अब भूक नहीं 
पहुँच गया हूँ 
अब कोई चूक नहीं 

नई सुबह है 
नई पहचान है 
ए आदत, तेरी मौत का जश्न 
बड़ा आलीशान है

Where do I start?

Where can you reduce clutter in your life?

Ha ha

Don’t get me started

And the question is itself an answer

The question is ‘Where do I begin’

When the clutter stretches to ‘Everywhere’

Everything is useless

Yet everything I want

I really don’t need them

Neither do they need me

But still

We cling to each other

Now I guess

I am a clutter too

I had a dream

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?

I had a dream
that glazed my eyes
as a wide eyed kid
Unsure and forlorn

A dream, 
vague and unclear 
Yet wondrous,
hopeful and warm

Of being someone 
who, I wasn’t yet 
And who 
I would be, eventually 

A dream of reaching 
a favourable point
in the stream of time
Gradually, yet surely 

And then 
with the wonder struck eyes
And my unsteady little hands
I rowed, 
the little boat of mine

Then came the eddies
The boat, they twisted and tossed
Till the oars fell off 
and the little hands, held on to the rails

The boat drifted
along the stream
guided by the currents
and the unforgiving winds

Till it reached
Somewhere on the stream of time
A destination 
Certainly not mine

I should have rowed
Yes I do regret
But to miss the fun on the eddies
I regret a bit more

I should have left the rails
I should have gotten wet
On the roller coaster ride 
In Joy, I should have yelled

Waters are calm now
I am closer to the sea
The tumultuous stream I travelled
I can look back and see

Every path 
Every stream, I could see
Was flowing quietly 
Into the vast sea

There, in the boat
Enjoying the setting sun
As the river merged into sea
I quietly stayed

There, in the calm
My wrinkled hands left the rails
Looking up to the sky
Thanking god, I silently prayed

I wear the mask of past and future

Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why?

In past lies

The story of me

Both happy and sad

In future lies

what I might be

Full of hopes and fears

In the now

Where I am today

Lies the outcome of my own choice

Right or wrong

Filed with memories

of regrets and nostalgia

Pulling me to the past

The today is filled with

Expectation of tomorrow

Plan and dreams

Pulling me to the tomorrow

Today, in this moment

Is where I truly am

The rest of me

The past and the future

linger in my mind

For I am the now

Wearing the mask

of what I was

And what I want to be