कैद

मेरे शब्द ही मुझे कैद कर जायेंगे

ऐसा कभी सोचा ना था

खुली उड़ान देते थे जो

कभी मेरे पंख भी कट्वायेंगे

निकले थे किसिका गम् बांटने

और खुद की झोली भर आए

मेरी खामोशियो और तन्हाइयो का

कतल कर गई ये लफ्जों की सौगातें

DECENTER

I'm not the center of this world

Nor yours

Neither I want to be

Leave me alone the way I am

Impressing people was never my cup of tea

I do gel in, mix up

That's rare, like seeing a meteor shower

I matter I know

In my own small ways

But I don't want any privileges

Any special feelings

Let me be the way I am

In my solitude, 

Exchanging smiles with the handful

And for the rest

You are free to forget me at the earliest

Many here around like me..

I'm just another soul on this blue planet...

Keep Mum

Move in

Back up

Stay aside

Keep mum

Speak out, now stop

Keep it measured

How much you open up

Cause it's all analysed

What and when to say

When and where to stop

Care and share

Isn't always fare

Accomplice a day

Stranger the day next

Confused , puzzled

You can't actually guage

So..

Move in, back up

Stay aside

Keep mum

Growing old..

Don't pass me another glass of wine

Take me to the beach, lets lay down beneath the stars and I'll be fine

Thanks for the offer of your puff

But all I desire is a breeze of fresh air to fill in my lungs, instead of your fine stuff

I'm not escaping my demons, no more

I have invited them to my party, and we plan to dance along

May be it's the aging, and I'm growing old

Deafening music and the hangovers are no more on to do list

Soulful music and the rhythm of the waves hitting the rock is what I have craving for..

The fear of missing out is always there...

It worries being left out on the happening things around

The latest party, drinking till you drop down

In search of that weed that would numb the senses

And then, senses aren't to be numbed I realised

They should be explored and exploited

That pretty sunset than your large LCD screen

The sound of gushing waters than your famous Dj

The fresh air to your smoke making me breathless

I'm growing up may be,

Not so cool now by the societal standards 

And may be this is what life is all about..

Growing up, not just growing old....

Good days..

Ear yoga

Tie your camel