24 Hours

With just 24 hours to breathe
I feel lucky
atleast I know the time of death,
It had to come sometime
better to know when,

But there are so many things left to do,
reading, travelling, finding true love
and the list goes on….
Let it be,
They are undone for some reason,

However I should propose now
to my eternal crush,
What else would be the right moment,
One thing will be off my soul,

I should keep the time to myself,
otherwise the sympathy will kill the mood,
Let’s enjoy this time with whatever I have,

First I should thank life,
for all the good things
and bad too,
as they made other things look good,

Since there was no time to garner wealth,
Let’s donate my body for someone needy,

Now I wanna dance
with my favourite music in my ears,
Oh there is too much on the playlist for 24 hours,

Let’s end with the taste of my favorite food
lurking on my tongue,
Something to remember from this life,

I will try smoking too,
because what can cancer do now,
So we may also go for pot and get high,

I will get sloshed now,
Before the final call,
It may reduce the pain,

Trance should be such
that it blurs
the difference between the life and death,

Let’s welcome death with a bang,
Let’s tell it that
There is someone outside the battlefield
who is not scared of you,

Come on death,
bring it on,
make it worse if you want,
because I am not bothered now.

Duty of a woman

Overcooked food
Unironed cloths.
Stained Table.
Dusty windowpanes.
Nosy relatives.
Rude kids.
Tacky dressing
This is how my husband appreciates me !

Criticism from boss,
Frustration of mediocrity,
Backstabbing friends,
Unsupportive family,
Nagging neighbours,
Financial insufficiency,
Ailing, unfit body,
Are are husband’s qualities,

Scolding children,
Withdrawing socially,
Launching tirades
Is how he responds

Still he manages to be aroused,
His manhood trump all other failures,
After all the negativity
I am expected to be intimate,
There is no scope for disapproval,
He forces himself upon me,
Along with household,
This is also a wife’s duty,
There are no emotions & feelings,
Except that of hatred & ridicule,
Towards him & myself,

While watching a romantic scene,
I also wish to be carressed & loved,
Talking about understanding & partnership,
Happy marriage seems a mirage,

My husband reacts strongly to the rape, Reported on news,
But does he realises his acts in night,
I wonder why there are no debates
On rapes after marriage,
Do matrimony legitimise it ?

Maybe
Because marriage proposal from rapist to accused,
Seems normal solution to the society,

ज़िन्दगी – एक सिगरेट

एक छोर पकड़ा हुआ है
किसी ने,
जो मौत का है,

दूसरे छोर पर
जीवन का आगाज़ होता है,

धीरे धीरे वो जलती है,
कभी बीच में बुझ जाती है,

मौत के छोर पर दम दिया,
तो ज़ोर से जलने लगती है,

इसी उहापोह में
पता ही नही चल पाता
ज़िन्दगी भी एक सिगरेट है ।

प्यार का पिंजरा

बड़ी आस थी प्यार में गिरने की,
जब हुआ तो खुद की नज़रो में गिर गया,
वो प्यार नही, प्यार का पिंजरा है,

कहते है उनकी हाँ में मेरी हाँ है,
उनकी ना में मेरी ना है,
मेरी अब न हाँ है न ना है,

मेरा सही भी गलत है,
उसका गलत भी सही,
न जाने क्यों
अब गलतियां सिर्फ मैं करता हूँ,

मेरी ख्वाब कब बदल गये,
उसकी ख्वाहिशों में तब्दील हो गए,
इल्म ये मुझको भी नही है,

प्यार कब मेरा हवस बन जाता,
कब वो काफी नही रहता,
अब ये उसका ही फैसला है,

मैंने खुद को बदल लिया,
तुम पहले जैसे नही रहे
ऐसा उसने कहा,
बेबस होकर भी गुनहगार मैं ही हूँ,

छोड़ना चाहूँ या रिश्ता तोड़ना चाहूँ,
आँसुओं से पिघल जाता हूँ,
मोहब्बत की माया में बंध जाता हूँ,

समझौतो से गुरेज़ नही,
इश्क़ में फना होने का भी गम नही,
पर शरीर आत्मा पर बोझ मंजूर नही,

अब इन ठंडे फसलों को,
दूरियों की ताप देनी होगी,
नही तो, सुन्न हो ही गया हूँ,
किसी दिन एकाएक शिथल पड़ जाऊंगा