I think I should get lost

मन कहता है 

मैं हो जाऊँ घूम 

…

ना कुछ कहूँ 

ना किसिको सुनाई दूँ 

बस रहूँ 

अंधेरे सा

ना दिखाई दूँ 

और बस घुल जाऊँ

तारों की चमक मैं 

रात कली की महक मैं 

ठंडी हवाओं के झोंके में 

…

मन कहता है 

मैं हो जाऊँ घूम 

I cooked a meal…I couldn’t taste

What’s your favorite thing to cook?

I cooked

A dream

The most delicious one

Full of colour

Loaded with

Wafting aromas

From the array of

Sizzling pans

Simmering couldrons

Then there were

the glass jugs

With frosted sides

Waiting beautifully

Filled with their colourful juices

Competing in a happy way

with the red cherries

That sat contrastingly

Over the white velvety bed

Of sweetest cream

Soft enough to melt

On the hungry teeth

All that I cooked

As I slept smilingly

I couldn’t taste

Alas

When I woke

Hungry

The maze wins

The maze I revel in

I put the leash

On the collar 

Holding it back 

Keeping it safe 

I set the rules

Punished, 

if violated

Rewarded, 

if it was followed

I set the path

That right one

For I know 

What’s right 

And what it takes 

To survive

Made of safety nets

Woven from the yarn of rules

I create 

My world

A bunch of 

do’s and don’ts

Likes and dislikes

I lived in the maze

scurrying around 

the narrow rows

Trapped I was 

But blissfully safe

Each passing day

I celebrated as a victory

Every day, 

actually 

The maze won 

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