क्यों ख़ाक मिला है आग में
क्या मैंने तुझसे पूछा क्या ?
क्यों प्यास छुपी है पानी में
क्या मैंने तुझसे पूछा क्या ?
फ़िर क्यों सवाल मुझसे इतने
और हर जवाब दरवाजा है
जो बंद है किस्मत के जैसे
और खुल कर भी वो आधा है

Of all the times but now I need change.I am bored of this life and its longevity,the long hours of contemplation and its absurdity,the repetitive thoughts and their repetitions,the hour-long fight for an end(the long awaited result of the fight between wrong and right,good and evil, passion and prudence and on and on and on....)
Of all the phases but this I desire my whole life to be condensed into one moment by reversing back the same process which divided it into years,months,days,minutes,seconds and then more.This divided time ,which has given me so many seconds that i live a life every second and every next I repeat it,bores me.
Every life I live ,every phase I switch to has the same set of questions.Initially I was curious,then I started getting confused and now I am bored because it repeats itself.It repeats itself every second,every phase,every divided-part-of-life in the same manner as it does in whole condensed-one-moment-life

The Social Liberal

and what should he do when she lies down naked to let him play thinking that this time she might get the love she has long lost...that this time she may get her tears out which she has been holding since long not in her eyes but in the crevices of that part of heart which aches the most.

what should he do for he has desires and he is losing it all for the lack of the game which he should have played by now...

what should he do...???

the world is happening...not me and you. And if that is true then happening of which event is to be happened?? Should she be played by???Or should he run against the desires???

If world is happening and not me and you then what should happen for any happening would be as right or wrong as it would be otherwise???

And they say life is just not that ironical.

i also only have questions like you...And why my answer will be right or wrong and why so will your's when this world is happening and not me and you

and then will the wind sing on your face and dance in your ear,
the sun kiss your eyes and the green leaves run through your imagination.
You will dance loud on your heart
and your beats will cry out of sweet pain through your eyes.
Will you still search for me?

And then he narrated his past with such certitude as if they were excavated,researched and inferenced upon and not lived.

And when the trumpet is blown into your seconds-balloon , you live more than your life

Lotus stuffed that i am ,I sell them and I am contagious.
Keep away,oh! the ones who hitch-hike happiness on their way

क्या करूं ?
रो दूँ ?
या रुक जाऊं ?
बढ़ जाऊं
और देखूं पलट कर फ़िर
हंसती गीली आंखों से |

क्या करूं ?
लिख दूँ ?
या रुक जाऊं ?
की ऊड जाए और आए फ़िर से
और लिख जाए ख़ुद से , फ़िर से