A Love-Letter from a Black-Hole

I'm flying across the Rubicon- of the event horizon.
To another place, where our stars'll meld into one.
Inching forward, I'm losing sense of place 'n' time.
Onto a state where- nature's tunes no longer rhyme.

As, every night, I'll radiate- my encrypted intimation.
Breathe me, for a moment- as a ripple of gravitation.
That pulls you from farther, than you've ever been.
I'll now appear darker, than all nights I've ever seen.

It's a mission to be stronger, before I might finally break.
To carve a mark in cosmos, 'n' cause some needed shake.
Though I'm living a reality- stranger than every dream.
Yet, I project you till infinity- on my one-sided screen.

I'll still search your shadows- in each blaze 'n' tempest.
'N', seek your glorious trail, in every comet 'n' its conquest.
Ever since our dawn had struck, entangled our fates are.
Yet, in sorceries mysterious, insistingly're two paths far.

I've sustained stretch 'n' tear, 'n' churning into the One.
Blame not, if I turn a minister- of chaos or compulsion.
Or, an ambassador of a nation- that defies every notion.
Coz- I've flown across the Rubicon- of the event horizon.

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I Rain...
I rained o'er ocean, each dark day 'n' chilling night.
Ever thirsty, it never offered- a bloated-man's fight.
Grand seas pamper, conveniently, sinking beaches.
N' where there's all but water, no wee charity reaches.

I waved crests 'n' troughs, in currents of absurd times.
Every drop of sanity evaporated, to form cloud-nines.
Oared in the dark, only eyeing the North Star for sight.
Soared past stoned pilgrims, who only oar Left or Right.

Tonight, I rained until all mist 'n' clouds'd finally gone.
Gazed embracing skies that with Earth became one.
Hoping to rain someday on another artless arid land.
Wishing to reign mighty where justice'll've an upper hand.

A storm it takes- to water withering groves of tranquility.
A famine of frozen desserts- to feed sentries of veracity.
I'll rain one final time, to become beautifully true streams.
I'll reign not Earth 'n' sky, but an Eden of coveted dreams.

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Soldier of Martyred Dreams

Neither a shifting trench in the sky nor a final ditch in land.
I yearn not to hold the flag up high, not even a fist full of sand.
Clasping on to pals so blind, grasping sense never made.
Defending against the foe unseen, but a dread closely sensed.

Seeking beauty in lies, we've made truth so hideous.
Preaching duty in ties, reasoned discord ends scandalous.
Compensating a seasoned folly by a strange another.
Creatures of mass-habits observe moral funerals together.

Exhumed bodies of vultures perenially rot in the Sun.
Subsumed diaries of truces dilute each right 'n' wrong.
Neurons struggle to wire, even liver fails to digest.
A drunkard, I sip life, with neither appetite nor rest.

Like a queer ant in an ocean - sorely thirsty, yet drowning.
Akin a crown in a commotion - dearly fondled, yet frowning.
Like an eclipsed ray of sunshine - so radiant, yet returning.
I'm a soldier of martyred dreams - long fallen, still fencing.

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-Art in Nemesis-

A philosopher's big mind syncing with a poet's lil heart.
Universe's a sapient science, you're a gorgeously cruel art.
All day I see you burning bright with eyes dimly closed.
I write boundless, timeless letters, winds wish I could post.

Hazy are my roadless days, crazy my starless nights are.
Lazy are the season's clocks, mazy paths to heavens are.
Echoing eternal myths, liberty 'n' rights go face to face.
You received the gift you wanted, lo, it's a ceded space.

Choosing between the two familiar alleys, I took neither.
Nay drive nor gallop, I'll grow some phantasmic feather.
I'm flying across twilight to that moonlit moody weather.
To sketch a universe where our breaths dance together.

There'll be one religion, and there'll be one grand temple.
Nature'll be the gay founder, and I'll be the lone apostle.
Where destiny's the sculptor of monuments of memories.
Lemme find my peace after the last crusade with vagaries.

Been it a tale of hopes 'n' climaxes, it'd be a drama so tragic.
Amazement's what we've paid for, coz, this show is of magic.
Been frozen many a winter, bosoms craved a sunny coldstart.
Exploring art in my nemesis, I discovered nemesis in my art.

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-सपना है तू मेरा-

सपना है तू मेरा, कहीं हकीकत बनने की ज़िद ना करना
अपना बन तू मेरे दिनमें, रैनों को अकेला मायूस न करना

सपनों के इस तैखाने में पहले से कई उम्मीदें दर्ज़ हैं
राहत के इस मैखाने के बाहर भी मेरे कई फर्ज़ हैं
इंतेज़ार करें मेहमान, प्यास बाशिंदों की बुझाने तक
खबरदार सारे ईमान, अय्याश आवारों के गुज़रने तक

चंद यादें दूर है तो हरदम तू मेरे आस-पास है
कहीं गुमशुदा-गुमनाम है तो कायम ये तलाश है
तेरी तलब से भी ज़्यादा मुझे सच्चाई की प्यास है
तलब मुतमैन कर कभी बदमस्त का पानी मत बनना

कई सपनों को हैं तोड़े पर नया देखना हैं छोड़े नहीं
बनाया शान से हमसफर, नकारा समझके रोड़ें नहीं
कुछ सपने दूर वो जो सपनों का आख़री दुनिया है
जहां मुमकिन हर नेक सुरूर, सच्चाई का ठिकाना है

गर ख्वाबों के परिंदे को हो नसीब एक परी इरादों की
कई सराय हो हवाओं के, एक रहनुमा हो रौशनियों की
हवाओं का राग बनूं मैं, वो गूंजे बन गीत फिज़ाओं की
गर हैं ये इमारतें ख्वाबों के, फिर तू ख्वाबों में ही रहना

सपना है तू मेरा, कहीं हकीकत बनने की ज़िद ना करना
अपना बन तू मेरे दिनमें, रैनों को अकेला मायूस न करना

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-Truth's the Secret Best Kept-

We have killed every teddy, most logically the bears're up next.
Viewers sans vision adore hues of grey, black 'n' white take rest.

Our long trains of fate, running zig-zag on rails made of sand.
Lavish bogeys of fiascos, still cruel hope has an upper hand.

Superbly nurtured a normalcy, like a royal fiction and its fame.
Savagely cultured an idiocy, fully clothed dry yet drippin' shame.

Boozing amidst funeral of memories, closing accounts of sorrow.
Tossing expired coins to forget 'n' regret, past morphed tomorrow.

Cavalcades of driverless machines lead tiny mopeds of liberation.
Eras of gazed chaos, seduced by winks of ordered progression.

Apostles float on oceans of faith, sanity fails the swimming test.
Demons by habits deliver sermons of gambits, survivors duly attest.

Fluttering eyes slept all day, spared no dream for moonlit sunset.
Reality's that lie played loud in chorus, truth's the secret best kept.

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Good Evening, Nightmare

Bourbon sky's breaking. Amateur stars're shaking.
Fallen night's bleeding. Southern Star's leading.
Testifying Moon's hiding dim in shame!

Utopian ushers're frowning. Intoxicated rivers're drowning.
Villainous sunsets're hasting. Spillaging biles we're tasting.
Doves once fled red, back never came!

Paradise's doors're closing. Banished thrones're cozying.
Moral veins're freezing. Mortal Gods're teasing.
Warriors of fate celebrate martyrhood in vain!

Rustic lusts I'm oozing. Artistic rusts I'm painting.
Cryptic trust's no soothing. Smokin' dusts I'm breathing.
Gusts of vacuum go patrolling to blame!

Faith's stairs're trembling. Hope's mountains're crumbling.
Headless rebels're marching. Crowded coffins're harking.
Eternal art of going blind doesn't count a bane!

Chips like boulders fall, no compass's spared.
Anchors're falling shorter, sanity's mayday's aired.
Lips're turning sharper, good pens're feeling scared.
Everydawn's turning duskier, Good Evening, Nightmare!

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My Emotional Singularity

Where all emotions meet 'n' celebrate a grand union
Clamouring in one voice, urging our hearts' reunion
For the One is always greater than a zillion zeroes
An infinity of hope 'n' faith craft a tale worth heroes

For heroic are those who vote for faith over fear
Valor it's to disarm bosom affront vulnerabilities so sheer
Holding life's compass when one's striving even to steer
Grasping beliefs' wrists when certainty seems no near

Institutions 'n' egos I've undone, coping with trust to sustain
Destinations 'n' milestones forgone, hoping paths to entertain
Monsoons followed monsoons, immortal drought remained
Then, you stormed with hail, when I was least hoping a rain

A dwindling flame in me, 'n' now your storm arrives
Leave now or let's go to an island lest neuronal jungle ignites
Don't know it's a spark or a neuro-hormonal short-circuit?
Will the glow make me the Dawn or prove a fatal deceit?

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Let's beautify another eve

Let's make another dusk glow further red deep
When curious Sun'd strive a li'l longer to peep
Let the twilight slowly close its eyes in grace
The moonlit waves, to witness, run their race

The ebbs 'n' flows, with my bosom's rhythm sync
Hi'er troughs 'n' deeper crests, all reasoned phrases sink
Our silence waves listen 'n' gossip with the offshore Sun
Who'll smile to new beginnings at the glorious Dawn

Should I build a ship for world's shores to find?
Or, have a li'l boat with my world by my side?

Let's row it one by one gorgeous day
And, keep all innocent inhibitions away
Let the ship of moment travel our intuitions' way
Let's, for a moment, keep mighty institutions at bay

From fate, a moment, let us thieve
Let's make the future, in now, believe

Let's beautify yet another eve

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The Eternal Song
(Part II)

You're the capitol of reason or a suburban religion?
That immortal truth or a beautifully nurtured illusion?
Benediction of the season or the final destination?
Usher to the realm of peace or another excitation?
Are you a direction I drive to or am driven along?
Are you that infinite, gracious, the eternal Song?


You're in the trumpet of the winds of fortune fragrant
You're the symphony of the waves of changes constant
I'd dedicate the loveliest songs but may not ever admit
But our strings resonate melodies stealthy eyes transmit
Our rhythm be played throughout 'n' beyond lifelong
You're the infinite, gracious, the eternal Song

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