The Grave Digger.......

It was yesterday

Wasn’t it?

The blisters are still there.

Just like the pain

The mud marked footsteps

That trailed me to my bed

Reminiscent of another evening

Spent and exhausted

I have lain with the shovel,

And yet here I am!

This very morning

I had hoped to awake

To blissful darkness.

I find myself drawing

The curtains instead.

So I curse the windows

So I blame the light

And I shade my eyes

And I look up at the sky,
To find the same bloody oaf
hanging from the sky
and shining bright...

Oh no! Not again…..!
I've spent hours
muddying my existence
my soul baking in the heat
smouldering in this kiln
like bricks of clay

while the light prickles my eyes.
threatening me with the sunrise,

And my nights always end,
with promises of fulfillment,
But the dawn  leaves me
with nothing to say,

Yesterday the morning was bloody,

Why shall it be any better today?

And yet, everyday,

Graves are what I’ve been digging

All my evenings but spent

burying the sun
All my mornings spent
Despairing at its resurrection.

Why does it find so hard to stay put?

Why do I have to suffer?

This insolent fool,

Ninety three million miles beyond,

And all bright and shining,

While I scrape my corners,

To find some light,

To call my own,

Yet finding none….

बस यही है अगर ज़िन्दगी......

बस यही है अगर ज़िन्दगी,
तो मौत का फिर क्या गम है?
रेत में घिसटते,
धूप में जलते,
अरमां हैं कई,

पर बेदम हैं...

खूब ये जीने की मशक्कत,
माथे पर शिकन,
हाथों पर शिकन,
बवजेह यूँ बहता,
रगों में रहता,
बह ही न जाये,
तो लहू कम है,
बस यही है अगर जिंदगी,
तो मौत का फिर
क्या गम है?

करते फिरें क्या,
साँसों के हिसाब,
सालों के हिसाब,
ख्वाबों के हिसाब,
कलम स्याही कागज़ पर,
जज्बातों के हिसाब,
वक़्त की मैली,
चादर पर बिखरे,
सलवटों में फंसे,
अरमानों के हिसाब,
खर्चे ये है कई,
और अब आँखें नम हैं,
बस यही है अगर ज़िन्दगी,
तो मौत का फिर क्या गम है..

My last goodbye....

For years now

I’ve held you

In my hands.

Felt you,

On my fingers.

Felt your touch

On these lips.

Kissed and tasted

Your fragile frame.

My emotions afire,

In my room unlit,

Sat alone with you.

Feeling your warmth.

You were always

So close to me

For years running,

Like does my blood

Through my now purple veins.

But I leave you now

Love, for my love,

Three more days

Though you’d still be here,

 I’d see you with men,

Be they strange or known,

Cause for years now,

I’ve known,

You had no soul,

Never a heart,

And I’ll move on,

To a likeness of you,

Another fake face,

To fake another love,

Though there would still be smoke,

But I’d have doused the fire,

I’m through with those stains,

For years spent together,

For all the love I had,

I’ve but to offer,

My last goodbye....

Cursed intellect….

Trying to destroy,
the fortress of god,
his imagination his sword,
defying every reprise,
of dreams dead,
or those,
that barely survived,
clenched fists,
pursed lips,
scorching minds,
with the tip,
of his pen,
he'll prise open,
all the doors,
to your safest heaven,

or otherwise,
he just might
play with words,
lessen the pain,
fight like the devil,
this utter disdain,
spinning webs in silence,
trapping,
a few drops of rain,
fallen leaves,
flying on the wind,
and buzzing thoughts,
that are his prey....

oblivious,
to the bliss of ignorance,
he trains,
to see through the mist,
cursed he is,
as he just might,
against all odds,
try to exist,
cursed with intellect,
and yet he himself,
might be cursing it ...

Born to be wild....

What can i say?
Easily the best song song ever had it not been for Harley davidson and the marlboro man...

Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
In whatever comes our way

Yeah, darling
Gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racing in the wind
And the feeling that I'm under

Yeah, darling
Gonna make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and
Explode into space

Like a true nature child
We were born
Born to be wild
We have climbed so high
Never want to die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild

She's so cold....

I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her

I'm so hot for her and she's so cold

I'm so hot for her, I'm on fire for her
I'm so hot for her and she's so cold

I'm the burning bush, I'm the burning fire
I'm the bleeding volcano
I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her
I'm so hot for her and she's so cold

Yes, I tried re-wiring her, tried re-firing her
I think her engine is permanently stalled
She's so cold she's so cold
She's so cold cold cold
Like a tombstone
She's so cold, she's so cold
she's so cold cold cold like a ice cream cone
She's so cold she's so cold
And when I touch her my hand just froze

Yeah, I'm so hot for hot for her, I'm so hot for her
I'm so hot for her and grievin' so
Put your hand on the heat, put your hand on the heat
Aw C'mon baby, let's go

She's so cold, she's so cold, cold, she's so c-c-c-old
But she's beautiful, though

Yeah, they're so cold

She's so cold, she's so cold
I think she was born in a arctic zone
She's so cold she's so cold, cold, cold
And when I touch her my hand just froze

She's so cold, she's so goddamn cold she's so
Cold cold cold she's so cold

Who would believe you were a beauty indeed
When the days get shorter and the nights get long
Light fades and the rain comes
Nobody will know, when you're old
When you're old, nobody will know
that you was a beauty, a sweet sweet beauty
A sweet sweet beauty, but stone stone cold

You're so cold, you're so cold, cold, cold           
You're so cold, you're so cold

I'm so hot for you, i'm so hot for you
I'm so hot for you and you're so cold

I'm the burning bush, I'm the burning fire
I'm the bleeding volcano

Harley Davidson and the Marlboro man

It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night just to get back home

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're alone all you do is think


I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back
I been everywhere, and I'm standing tall
I've seen a million faces an I've rocked them all

I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side
I'm wanted dead or alive
And I ride, dead or alive
I still drive, dead or alive
Dead or alive ...