Feeling the droplets

I was looking at the sky and she came and touched my nose. I was looking for it in the skies and wanted her to come harder. She started gently by kissing my nose, then she became a tear in my left eye. I could see her rolling down my cheek. I wanted her to roll but not to let her go. She slipped away, smoothly. I saw her slipping down my neck, she was so intimate that I couldn’t even breathe without letting her know. She went down and made me shiver. Then she took hold of my hair, grabbed it properly and started kissing my forehead. She touched my lips and stayed there for a while. I greedily wanted her to stay a little more, but she went down the neck. I looked at the sky again, seeking more lust. She became aggressive, started wetting my clothes by showering on me. The structure of chest started becoming visible through the white shirt I was wearing. She could see my soul through that white shirt. She hugged me harder.

Every passing second she was getting closer and making me vulnerable. She was making me show every flaw, every impotence and every foible of mine. The more I was closer, the more transparent I was. I couldn’t even lit my cigarette so that I could hide my wrinkles behind the smoke. Yes, smoke was the armour to my incompetency. Instead of shielding, I don’t know why but I allowed her to tear me apart. She went through me. She showered on me once again and washed all my protectiveness and fakeness. She did that for a while,calmly, gently. All I could hear was the sound of droplets striking the soul. That was the last soothing sound I heard, before leaving this cosmos.

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अँधेरे का सन्नाटा

ये अँधेरा शांत है बहुत

चीखता है मगर कानों में मेरे

एक रोती बेवा की तरह

रोता है आँखों में मेरे

बदन तप रहा है और आत्मा जल रही है मेरी

बगैर माचिस के

हर रोज़

एक ही वक़्त

इसी अँधेरे में

इस अँधेरे की चीखों में

दब जाती है उन रोते हुए कुत्तों की आवाज़ें

रातें डरावनी करना फ़ितरत है जिनकी

और मेरी भी

सीने की आग ठंडी कर देने वाला ये अँधेरा

डराता है बहुत

चुप चाप कानों में आकर

रोएं खड़ी कर देता है

और सोख लेता है आँखों के आंसू

मजबूर कर देता है लाल आँखें ले घूमने पर

और बना देता है मुझे भी

डर का सौदागर

कर देता है लोगों को दूर

और धकेल देता है फिर उस सन्नाटे में

जिसकी चीखों से दर लगता है मुझे

She wasn’t her

I opened the gate, the sound of fan was filling the room. Looking at me, awestruck, both of them were panting heavily. There was fear in their eyes, an unknowing fear, something like when you know you’ve entered the wrong path in the middle of the night and there’s no going back. They were sweating like hell and still the reason wasn’t clear if it was me or not. The sheets were ruined and there were clothes all over the place. It was a complete mess, if I may recall. Windows were closed and curtains were drawn, properly. There was no room for the light to come inside. A low power neon bulb was all that was glowing. I saw her face, it was pale because of fear. I couldn’t fathom whether she was under dressed or completely naked. A sheet was all she wore. There was a diary thrown at the floor. I picked it up and started flipping pages and that’s when that girl ran at me, naked. She snatched the diary from me and immediately went back and wrapped her sheet. This time I clearly saw her face, she wasn’t her. Yes she still hadn’t let me read her diary but she wasn’t her. There was a sense of arrogance on her face, not her usual innocence. I saw him, almost my age and still panting.

I was about to tighten my fist when she said to him he looks drunk maybe he accidentally entered the room you should’ve locked the gates properly. I came back to the lobby realising, she wasn’t her.

I sat down and heard my reminder alarm, it showed 22nd march, death anniversary, Sunaina. No she wasn’t her. I sighed.

रात

देखो इस रात को
इस स्याह आसमान को
और उस चमकते चांद को
ऐसा क्या खूबसूरत है इस रात में
कि एक टक देखने पर भी
पलकें नहीं झपकती
क्या ये जो सितारे आसमान में सजे हैं
मेरे अपने हैं?
या ये भी मेरी डायरी पर लिखे
शब्द सरीखे सपने हैं?
क्या ये आसमान
जो अपने बादलों के दुपट्टे से
चांद को हर बार ढंकने की
 नाकाम कोशिश करता है?
क्या ये भी शर्माता है मुझसे?
ये जो ठंडी हवाएं चल रही हैं
क्या रात भी मेरी ही तरह आहें भर रही है?
जब तक सूरज नहीं आ जाता
क्यों ये रात मुझे रिझाने की कोशिश कर रही है?
क्या मेरी तन्हाई चाहती है ये रात?
या बस आगोश में ले सोना चाहती है?
पूरे करना चाहती है रात के ख़्वाब
फिर गायब हो जाना चाहती है उस उजाले में
और दूर चली जाना चाहती है मुझसे
हमेशा के लिए?

ग़ज़ल

 

गजल ही तो हो तुम

फ्रस्टेशन में लिखी हुई
तानों से भरी हुई
शायरों की कही हुई
आधी सी पूरी एक ग़ज़ल
ग़ज़ल ही तो हो तुम
उदासी से भरी हुई
फ़ुरसत में लिखी हुई
तीखी सी एक इतवारी ग़ज़ल
ग़ज़ल ही तो हो तुम
बेवक़्त कही हुई
अजनबियों से सुनी हुई
ख़ून से सनी हुई
आंसू के घूंट सी खट्टी ग़ज़ल
ग़ज़ल ही तो हो तुम
रूठ कर लिखी हुई
लाज से छिपी हुई
स्लेट पर मिटी हुई
एक बेटी को रोते देख
बाप के शक़्ल सी हारी ग़ज़ल
ग़ज़ल ही तो हो तुम
सत्ता में टिकी हुई
कम्युनिज्म से घिरी हुई
आइडियोलॉजी में फंसी हुई
मार्क्स के पिछले पन्नों पर लिखी हुई ग़ज़ल
ग़ज़ल ही तो हो तुम
इंकलाबी नारों से मिली हुई
फैज़ के लाइनों में कही हुई
कैंपस की दीवारों पर सजी हुई
शिवास रीग़ल के छठे पैग के बाद वाली ग़ज़ल
ग़ज़ल ही तो हो तुम
संवेदनाओं सी मरी हुई
फ़ेमिनिज़्म से भरी हुई
बैंक लॉकर में पड़ी हुई
टैक्स पेयर्स के ख़्वाबों से बहुत दूर
मंहगे शायर की हार्डकवर वाली मंहगी ग़ज़ल
ग़ज़ल ही तो हो तुम
गरीबों के जान सी सस्ती सी
बंबई के झोंपड़े वाली बस्ती सी
ट्रैफिक पर पैंसठ रुपए में बिकने वाली
सस्ते शायरों के पेट भरने वाली बेशकीमती ग़ज़ल
ग़ज़ल ही तो हो तुम
दंगों में लाशों सी बिछी हुई
रक़्त से सिंची हुई
न्यूज़ रिपोर्टर के कैमरे से खिंची हुई
देश के हालात बताती सच्ची ग़ज़ल…..

Gandhi Ghat- narrative of flowing emotions ❤

What would be the perfect place for you to hangout- an eatery, a tranquil location, a religious and holy environment or a spot where you can find the younger lot? Well, Gandhi Ghat has it all for you!

If you think that Ghat is just another set of stairs erected along the river bank, you might be wrong.Gandhi Ghat- ghat with calmness, spirituality, placidness and enjoyment that surpasses the stress we hold within; Ask the locals and the visitors, everyone will tell you their own story. While some visit the Ghat to inhale the poise of Ganga, others come for sheer fun. For some ,it’s a place to chill and have fun, for others it is home. A place where they can breathe few moments free from their daily feverishness, a place where they can cry their depression out in solitude, or a place where they can live the best of the moments.

Due to its location behind the National Institute of Technology, it is also known as NIT Ghat. Whatever your mood is, Ghat always has something for you,like boating, eateries, or just sitting beside your someone special, immersed in endless talks.
The shops across the river at Diara island also gives you the facility of preparing food for your chicken party. You can provide them with the chicken and they will cook for you and your friends. Isn’t that amazing?

You can easily consider Ghat as a plot of narrative with different characters in it- chaiwalas, smokers, priests, young couples, women and men who come to wash their sins off, photographers(both professional and self proclaimed ), artists seeking their inspiration, and what not! Everyone seems to be busy in their own monologue.

As the sun travels West the comeliness of the Ghat increases; It comes to climax during sunset. The breathtaking sunset one feels at the Ghat is one of the indelible sunsets you can ever have.

As the darkness prevails the sky, lamps offered in Ganga Aarti enlighten the Ghat.
Ganga Aarti- the holy ceremony of worshipping mother Ganga is another virtue of this Ghat. A group of priests dressed in saffron robes ,offer a total of 51 lamps to the holy river. Aarti starts with the blowing Shankhs, purifying the ambience and continues with movements of lamps, making a pattern of OM. This ritual started in 2011 on the lines of Banaras and Haridwar.

As we are approaching Makar Sankranti ,you just can not stop buzzing about the famous Kite festival. Bihar tourism department organises Kite festival on the Diara island, on the occasion of Makar Sankranti every year.

As you can see the ongoing construction of Patna Marine Drive ,you can easily interpret that the allurement of Gandhi Ghat is only gonna improve with time. Whether it is newly built Digha Sonpur bridge on the left, or 35 years old Mahatma Gandhi Setu on the right, it only adds to the serene view from the Ghat and its pleasingness. This Marine Drive or Ganga Driveway will add to the charm of Gandhi Ghat and we only hope to see the Gandhi Ghat welcoming people with the same warmth even after 50 more years. This, mini Banaras, is a place to be, for every Patnaite.

My later half

If I kiss the death on her lips

What would you call me?

Dead or a lover?

What if death embraces me too?

Would I fear death or would I feel the warmth in her arms?

What if I genuinely fall in love with her?

Would she betray me too?

Or would she adorn my coffin and wait?

What if I make love with death?

Would she moan too?

Would she like it short and fast or long and passionate?

What if I satisfy death? 

Would she stop looking for other options then?

What if we feel asleep together on my bier? 

Would death wake me up in the morning by gently kissing on my lips or would she just move aside the curtains making way for the sunlight?

What if I don’t wake up to her?

Would I be alive or would I be a cheater?

What if I don’t get to meet death? Ever?

Would I be eternal or a celibate?