क्षय

खौफ के चादर में लिपटी 

सिमटी हुई सी ज़िन्दगी हैं 

दाग दमन में लगे जो 

ज़ख्म   उनके अभी हरे हैं 

सिसकियों की गूंज में 

दबी हुई पीड़ा की चीख 

मौन शब्दों में बयां हैं 

मनुष्य की हैवानी वित्ति 

The reaper of my painted soul

Clamped in the clutches

of his cold arms

he hold me tight

when all fails to abide

The words that haunt

each day and night

he mentors them

against the wrath of time.

...and when Sergeant  darkness

attacks the mind

he, my solitary reaper

fights the battle

with his army of words

Marching down in parallel lines

of the areas unknown

they stir a potion

that darkness fears alone

The battle goes on

till all is calm

and all I see

are endless loops of alphabets

lined - up against time.

Violated

She curled like a crumpled autumn leave. Wilted and withered. Laying in the murky room. Her body seized in pain like wrapped in a blanket of nails. She bleated a mournful cry. Shame engulfed  the chasm of her soul. She lay nearly bare. Covered with the tattered shroud of her ill -fate . The marks of intrusion and assault sculpted  on her dainty frame. The doomed memories etched deeper in her frazzled soul.

Her eyes staring at the blankness that surrounded her in the coaled room. Silence spoke in whispers. She could hear her own cries. The tears flowed through a river of black, down her cheeks. Her face soiled with a shade of charcoal and red brandished the slur. A deadly chill slithered down her body. Her hands trembling, reached out for the broken pieces of glass, that reflected the fragments of her imperfect image.

She breathed heavily. Melancholia choked her throat as she swallowed hard. A splintered sweet agony, as she raced the piece of glass across her wrist. A smile stretched across her face, hiding the flaws of the storm. Silenced, she lay in a pool of ruby, wrapped in an unbroken calm.

Red

The sky marooned the look in his eyes,
a taste of dust and blood.
His vision blurred
with smoke and dirt.

The earth a shade of crimson,
It lusted for his blood.
A rush through his body.
Sweat crawls down his trembling hands.

He reaches for the metal,
a fire burning bright,
the taste of copper in his mouth.
A cloud of smoke,
a deafening noise!
and an etching silence.

अतिक्षय

हैं धुआं सा
छाया अँधेरा
रात का मुख्मौन डेरा

निशब्द साँसे
दबी हुई सी
सिस्कियों का
शोर घेहरा

कंकाल से सब
बुत खड़े हैं
मृत्यु का जंजाल फैला

रूह रूठी हैं बदन से
अक्स का हैं साथ छूटा
कुम्हली हुई सी जिंदगी हैं
अतिक्षय का यह खेल घिनोना ।

My Parasitical Lover

It has been over a year since I have known him. I remember the day when he walked into my life. The transition had been so faint and smooth that I hardly noticed it until too late. He looked at me and smiled. There was vicious look on his face. He knew I had feared him like everyone and he enjoyed it. Savoured  every atom of it. He knew he owned me and I couldn't fight him back.
Everyday I tried hopelessly to get away from his grip. Cut ties and break-free, but every-time he clamped on tighter and stronger. He had always been possessive about his lovers and it just clawed me. Each day that passed , he took away a part of me away from me. I had started fading and he was growing stronger and his intentions more malicious than ever.
I knew I couldn't turn around. I had been left with no choice but to be with him till the end.. I cried each day and night in anguish and despair, but he just did not care. Rather he just smiled calmly and whispered in a soft tender voice that he loved me more than ever and I made him grow stronger. He could not imagine his life without me and I couldn't imagine mine with him .
One year three months and four days , today I have decided to make a decision and end this painful relationship. I have grown feeble and weak and though I know that he will win this battle , I can not bare the pain any longer. My body cannot fight the tumor in me . My cancer may have control over my body and life but  I shall not let it continue . It shall all end. I shall end it all ..... today!

The Loner

He lives in the shadows of his dark past,
walks down a lane of the memories long lost.
Not a word he says not a word he hears
To the world he's just 'another loony being'

He has no friends to call his own
so he speaks to the ghosts
of the silence and the dark.
He hears their voices,
they chat with him.

His secrets, his woes,
they have known it all.
His happiness, his joy,
they have shared and rejoiced.

He calls them family.
They are his friends.
People no longer appeal to him.

The world thinks he is a loner
for he talks to himself
They call him a wacko , a crazy, a nut
They deject his indulgence in worldly affairs
because  the world is a 'maddening place' for the so called 'insane'