Half full...

I wish to see you

like i see you 

when i wish...

that half moon you wished upon

from behind the curtains of your empty room

firing a deep sigh

burning my world sky

i am that faraway moon, 

half split

of your whole wish,

i am every bit

As you then, blink

in your circled smoke,

i sink

dancing at the melodies of your mad heartbeats

that last sip of coffee getting in between your fingers, cold

it is me! there...you have been told!

leave me no more waiting

i ran out of myself being on hold...

but as i brew in, to touch your lips

in my mystical off to you, deadly awakening trips

steamed again, i flow

just like that pregnant river of caffeinated hope

you know?

that cheap lighter you always lose

somewhere around 

hard to be when needed,  found

but in your ripped jeans pocket

of me, you can fill of it, a bucket

a list of fires, your eyes start with

every fat finger click, for light

that pillow which is usually, white

i am that one clear thought, bright

for the longer sleepless night

where you breathe your dreams

one by one to the velvet ceiling

in uncensored delight

with each cigarette, a flight

to where we are as wrong as right

i am the impossible, possible

when you call for the love company

i am the pixels of that perfect shot

of that sweet message you never sent

i am the final dot

you forget to write

the pen you leave by your bed

holding the empty sheet tight

those scattered thoughts, i lead...

an invading of my every breathing your name, fleet

unorganized like an army of freedom fighters

my eyes stares martyrs

arrow at your enemy all-nighters

and shoot

that unfinished book, i thug

i word myself for your eyes hug

may be i as well kindle

into that white tee, i gentle

for your poetic skin to handle

as you put on those glares i hate

take off at your love gates wide shut

ah..and that small arm cut

u cant remember when or how, but..

i was that salty drop of blood

now what

i would be it all that you can five- sense

or sixth...

i would to your love be as small as immense...

i would vanish of my world to vanish in yours

that water bottle you dearly hold

that love word you never told

that English leather chair

this life's fair unfair

i would be the squirrel by the lake for you...

and the weird bird i pray for you to once...see

filled of you...

and of me, half full

for i only wish to see you,

just like whenever you wish,

everywhere...you see me.

HAPPY  BIRTHDAY SHAH...

His name is Khan and He is Framed...

 

In the cell

They call n-956

so many walls i see

why only four they said to be?

made of mothers tears

carved with fathers ' helpless fears

shattered dreams on iron beds

covered with injustice sheets

stained with hate

My name is my fate

For my pride, i got blamed

My name is Khan, and i got framed.

I leave my body to my head

one step at a stare

i can see them everywhere

Raising fingers and waving flags

writing articles and Hashtags

A fraud it is or a scam

they jail me now for who i am

i wish for that, they saw me instead

in time they will

Dry around me in the well

And for my silence, i got shamed.

They locked me in, they think

in my own freedom, i blink

Anger is my dear host

that too i can't attend to

what did i do?

Nothing

i know and they do too

But still

Here i am

sitting still

in youssef's well

waiting for the passers by to pick me up

in my head, a little, i rest

in my beloved ones's warm nest

its getting cold out here

so i fold my arms around my heart

never have we been this apart

In my head, it hurts too

what did i do?

Nothing, the voice said

that i know, and they do too

How is he holding up?

I wonder

the roaring thunder

wakes me up

hang in there my son

After the longest night, there will be a rising sun

that is always then any darkness, stronger

I close my eyes on his face

I beat my lungs out to the breath race

within the walls it's getting tighter

I am a kinght fighter

Suddenly the world seemed lighter

at the warmth of his teary smile

Its not about you, the voice in my head,

said

its about being alive and dead

what then did i do?

Nothing

I know that, they do too

My friend Raj,  i remember 

his mother's delicious sweets every diwali,

she especially for me made and sent

my school teacher, Mrs Singh

giving me honors for Science in the seventh grade

like a cold blade

memories come rushing through

what did i do?

my father is a Khan

my mother is a Chibber

we are all the same

although we all beg to differ

when it rains we were raised to dance

but some of us chose,

to only get wet.  

  

Coming Home…

 Come with me…

Let’s take a quiet stroll

I know the days on you, had taken quite a toll

I know it gets only harder for now

But again see, that's when the days will get a better show!

Here by the large mustard field of your mind

Let’s go find a lil hiding smile,

There at the corner of your letting your baby brother win the latest video games boys night

At his innocent laugh as you fake a cute fight

He is the nine years old iron man and it’s quite, by you, 

all right..

Or here by the side of your soul sister rehearsal before the mirror with you as her only audience, late after you sneaked in some Mc and fries

The harder she always, for perfection..tries

That beautiful star born of the moon and the sun…

There..you tip toe where he hides, to off his hardest days, run…

You see him sweat his longest night off

On a 9 speed fast, or ten

Dead-lifting the weight of the whole world upon his heart..

As calm as the ocean before the storm

He holds ur face in between his eyelids, and rains…

And you watch him from behind the bar

That he already set higher with a bench

You see him now..

Reaching out every corner to hold you up once more..

A cold cup of coffee by his side 

And a crowded ashtray

You quietly hold of his blurry eyes, a ray

Stronger we stay…

Papa…you say…

I am for you, sooner than soon

Defeating the injustice goon..

And wait for me today papa..

Spread your arms king size

For wherever I may be 

For you, I will always be Home. 

My note to love...

 

All the eyes that aren’t your eyes...

Can’t see

All that is not seen by your eyes, is unseen

All those hairs that get messed up by the mad winds, are still

And still... are those mad winds that don’t mess up with your sky hair...

The air that is not invited by your aristocratic nose is unfair

For this life’s party only begins at the gush of your highness nose aired exhale...

All the words that aren’t born off the womb of your fleshy lips, are wordless

And nameless, are all the names, until you call them ..

so i feel for all these faces, anonymously living behind the bars of freedom    

they think they exist! 

and to this thought , even, revolt!

but until you lay on them this- laying in a bed of mischief- eye

their best bet would be to happily just, die!

nothing makes any sense, until you forensically, do

pouring in tots of stares trips...    

Jack-Danieling all the lines in your lashes drips, 

O what do they know...

Sober would be all Ghalib’s Ghazal if not in your each glimpse grips...

Wordless is the world until you world into it..

Lifeless is the life, until you into it, life...

What sunshine are they talking about?

The sun comes up only at your every blink..

And how do they see light in the children’s smiles?

If all the children’ s happiness lights up only at your smile?

Heard them say, roses naturally bloom in spring

Snow innocently falls in winter..

when seasons follow each other at your every head tilt... 

of the wildest dreams, weaving my late nights' secret quilt

But all I know..

That all the magic fields your spring feet don’t upon-step, are arid

And all the expecting clouds, you don’t melt with your fire stare, are sterile..

Heard some talks about birds chirping at mornings dew

And rivers flowing in the arms of the potent shores...

But all the mornings bird at your chirping silence..

And the potent shores only climax in the arms of your Hapi rivers’ glares...

And what is it all about volcanoes burning the Rocky lands heart

When my lava heart erodes only at your every dragon breath

Yes. It is that destructively, apt!

Only at your every mighty coming, that I erupt

Nothing is anything until you are

Nothing is as close as far

My moon, sun, and every whispering star...

It is not a sky above me, until you into my night, night

I don’t see what Newton astonishingly achieved watching his falling apple

I know all the heart apples fall in your hands love touch...

And the bride earth then, at your fingers play...blush

and in my genius physical mind now, I hush...

For it all in you begins, and ends

All that is in me broken at your eyes call, mends

You rain upon your desert rose

Off your every coming, my hopeful wind blows

Soaked in a lucid dream

Wrapped in your arms, or so I seem

set free beneath a solid window

and with my crippled wings of poetry,

i charmingly, soar

Wondering how could I have ever been anywhere else before?

When all I have ever been therein,

 is by then, Home.

My lifeless life is but within you, a life.

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