Waqt tu ruk Jaa,

Bas, ab tu ruk Jaa

Bahut Kareeb aa gaya hai tu

Taqiye ke sirhane Rakhi neend bhi udaas baithi hai,

Jo ghanto bhar baith kar baatein Karti Rehti thi

Kabhi iss khwab,

Toh kabhi uss khwab,

Mayoos baithi hai 

doobte hue Chand Ko dekhte..

Main Kahan that mujhe pata nahi,

Par yeh mujhe accha lagne Laga hai,

Ek Besharam si aadat ban gayi hai.

Usne Mumbai ki iss bhaga dauri mein,

Appartment ke ek makaan Ko hamara ghar Bana diya hai.

Waqt,

Tera pata hi nahi chalta,

Kitni jaldi samet leta hai apni baahon ko,

Aur chor deta hai kuch yaadon ki kahaniyan.

Iss pure Chand Ki raat woh yahan nahi rahegi,

Waqt, ab tu ruk ja,

Bas ab tu ruk Jaa,

Chand ghante hi bacche hain,

Unke jaane ko..

Avinash Kumar

18th March 2019, 3:24AM

Allegory of my thought

It wanders, wanders like the corpses...
Restless, futile, hollow and Barron.
Probably, they are hungry,  starving for a quest...
which led them to this shriveling space,
Faces around them are known,
remorse faces, happy faces, confused faces,
n some with no faces..
No faces are the scariest one,
High on spirituality and doped with subconsciousness,
nothing bothers them,
they let you die and burn you till ashes..

But, what's the quest??,
Quest of knowing life more efficiently, more prudently..
Search for its existence, it's characteristics, it's meaning..
Look, here they are, lying, waiting to get a ritual departure,
which is an existential truth for them, as true as Buddha,
whose quest found their way to immortality..
Here, none of them seemed that enlightened,
Even though, few of them wanted to get up,
And, drown them into the river nearby,
reached to the other side of shore,
But the humblity of others, corners them out..
the fear of uniqueness bothers them,
they are meant to live and die together

What if, few of them came out and become immortal,
Does that fulfill their quest??? Who knows....
But, it definitely invigorate other corpses,
even the no face, will get a face...
the water of river will get religious,
Dogmas of maligning the society will get destroyed,
Dogmas of faith will get recreated
Philosophy gets changed, psychology developed,
Science invents and humanity discovers

Now, the faces started picking them up to burn into ashes,
the scariest one is leading the procession,
Confused face just behind them,
Sometimes happy, sometimes remorse faces,
took their privileged to lit the funeral pyre..
Now, there is a smile on those corpse's face,
which seems an acceptance and enlightenment at the same time,
they are satiated with blessings, blessings of life..
Was that adoption or insight???
who knows???
Whatever that is, it's true to their existence,
an ultimate truth..

A Thought

Sitting at the corner of the tail of a mountain...scripting my thoughts to give it a reasonable meaning...the meaning which probably touches the heart of masses who consider themselves as a lover of nature...
The patterned yellow shaded terrains, dried boulevard of waterfalls, separated dark green lump of forests, simultaneously, justifying the awkwardness and patterned evolution of humans within different societies, which sometimes enlarged themselves to call themselves religion..n yeah....sometimes it all seems related and destined...
The mellifluous chirping of various species of birds creating a pattern which just satiate the environment with felicity...though some of them are odd too...but the ecstatic emotion refusing to accept that odd..I guess..
The day is about to end..Sun is going down towards the hill in front of me and the rise of darkness started taking his positions...n suddenly i feel those moment has started becoming a history or past, which by means will never gonna come again an my life...I m contended at this moment for being here as I wanted this from myself...but it left me with a question..am I always that contended???Are we always contended at every moment??? If no, then don't waste it to make it a history...it's precious...

Calcutta Mishap Vol I

Calcutta Mishap Vol I !!

Amongst,

Thunder of sand storm and desensitized mass,

Rumbling over each other, to survive tempestuously

Screaming's of Death over crushed vehicles

Shaped an aura of ‘Hue and cry’

An old man,

     Sitting at the corner of rustically shaded tea-shop,

     sun rays, through a peep hole, directly falling on his face,

trying to soak, the splattered blood

       on the calf muscle of his left foot,

             torn apart a bit,

             packed with dusts and stones,

from a futile rag of a mechanic garage,

Randomly asked the bystander,

With disgust in his eyes and mind

"What's the count this time?"

Birds Of Prey

“Birds Of Prey”

On the reclaiming streets of Bombay,

I, became an desolate species

Few, try to rip apart with sharpened claws,

Faith of breathing overlooked those flaws.

But, does ignorance defines separation??

I, ain't acquainted, this part of topography.

But, I belong here, I Know in my heart

He says “Squeeze them, Squash them!!!

They are eating our food”

Is it grim to realize?

"Who are 'we' & who are 'they'??"

"Why to kill people in the name of religion" I ask

"Why to kill people in the name of region" I ask

"Why to keep so much hatred amongst" I ask

"Why to breathe a life of deceit" I ask

Presence acknowledged, but acceptance grim,

O' my brother,

Us, belong to the same motherland.

Daughter asks “Why they want to burn our hunger?”

Thought of homeland, brings tears to my eyes

Don't understand whom to blame?

Or, Is it really necessary to blame?

Blaming doesn't feed my stomach, for which I came here.

An unknown survival,

is all I want, an unknown survival.

Years will pass, Days will change,

Regime will ascend, regime will descend,

I will be here by your side,

For all your happiness and for all your sorrows

One truth, and only one truth

we need to admit,

We are nothing, but “Birds Of Prey”

                                                                                                                                                -Avinash Kumar

 

Rains & You!!!

That was a day to live,

When all my senses started to breathe…

Coming from an unknown, going to him,

“Cats & Dogs” has merely become a synonym…

Beauty of darkness has created an aura,

Scintillations, added the beauty with plethora…

People gathered, traffic unchained,

Everyone finding their way to sustain…

Amidst, I, sitting on a tree at the corner of the lake,

Dripping into the moment, a lot more to crave…

Closed my eyes and looking beyond my reach,

Felt like this whole world is nothing, but just a breach…

In between my thoughts, I gone too far,

Villains of my thoughts left some scars…

Suddenly, the subconscious played a trick,

Suddenly, felt the scars have started getting healed…

Thousands of faces have a lot to mention,

a distinguished face from the crowd, gathered my attention…

Was it the weather or the reality??

Confused for a while with those vitality..

From the canopies of those umbrellas, got a glimpse of her splattered KAJAL,

WOW!!!!Gazed at those, and drowned into its blackness…

Those scared red eyes, fighting with droplets,

And the curls of hairs, supplemented the aroma of rains…

I was standing with ecstasy on my veins,

A new hormone has erupted along with the stream…

Trying to get the gaze of splendid creativity of Almighty,

Had to gratify with the troublesome glimpse of deity…

She just crossed the road, while I was standing numb,

The effect of hormones has started getting crumb…

Brain was playing thousands of hoaxes with me,

Only an answer will let them flee…

I, still sitting on a tree at the corner of the lake,

Reminiscence of those enticing eyes still making me slake…