Sunday 25 November 2012

Yeh Muskura Kyun Rahi Hai?


Maatam manaati muskaan.
Honth kuchh zyada hee laal hain.
Mez per rakhi lipstick toh kaali hai.
Shayad khoon peeya hai.
Halka sa cut laga hai.
Pyaala toota hua hai.
Yeh muskuraa kyun rahi hai?
Aaj subah hee kisi ne bola thaa,
moochh ke bina ajeeb lagta hoon.
Yeh dekh rahi hai kya?
Nahin. Aankhein bandd hain.
Iski duniya andhere mein hai.
Teri duniya kaunsi jagmagaa rahi hai?
Teri toh aankhein bhi khuli hain na?
Kisi ne bataaya thaa,
iski aankhein neeli hain.
Neeli?
Uski bhi aankhein neeli theen.
Jhooth bolti, aur neeli ho jaati.
Uskey toh aansoo mein bhi cheeni ghuli thee.
Abhi bhi muskuraa rahi hai.
Neeli aankhon ke sapney.
Achha hai, bandd hain.
Toote pyaale ki dhaar tez hai.
Gira hoga zaroor.
Mere haath se bhi gira thaa pyaala,
uss din usko darwaaze se baahar jaata dekh.
Whiskey?
Rum?
"Zeher hai sir."
Kambakth uss din zeher kahaan thaa?
Yeh abhi bhi muskura rahi hai.
"Postmortem ke liya bhijwaa do.
Aur haan.
Aankhein matt kholna."

Wednesday 7 November 2012

Twisters (October)

In the race for the morning sun, it was the cold and beautiful night that was left ignored. Yup, they shone bright, before getting charred.

Jobless, out of frustration, he throws a pillow towards her. I'm bored of my life, he says. Me too, she says. I'm equally bored of your life.

It's just fun. It's just a kiss. It's just a moment that I won't miss. Say cheese honey. Then hit the road. And he pressed the button. Click.

The dog's watching, she says. It's just a dog, he says as he tears open her shirt. The dog takes a look at his own penis, smiles, & leaves.

You breaking up with me, he asks. No, she laughs. Really, he asks, even after that pathetic joke? What joke, she asks. He is sulking now.

He was proud of the fact that he had two girls in his life who were ready to kill each other for him. He is sad now. They killed each other.