Writers' block

You and I, we try to tell a tale,
we don't know why, it turns out to be pale.
We love and cry, and write it in the ink of tears,
we smile and try, but end up penning our fears.

The devil lives, brooding in the adjective detail,
gloom he gives, with his curly pointed tail,
We try to fake, a world out of a tiny infinity,
we bake a cake, out of brown rice off the city.

Beautiful shall be, the fairy tale of castles and princes,
but you tell me, to believe in such glimpses?
Don't you see, it is clear as muddy water,
Wont it be, your mistake of you falter?

Go get a life, you people with fake stories and smiles,
or I'll get a knife, to let your blood flow the miles.
The crowd aren't fools, though you and I too act like one,
it cognizantly drools, making you believe that you won.

Welcome to the new age, to the smart brainy logic,
stop being a sage, orating like we believe in magic.

Clouds

I'm a windless cloud, stuck in the desert so proud, 

a thousand eyes stare at me, so were we destined to be. 

I was sent to wet and drench, but I flood them into a trench, 

a trench of joy and wisdom, in a desert of studies' boredom.

Four years since it had started, teaching this innocent cute dumbhead, 

understanding how her eyes speak, how her words into the worlds seek, 

to be my such sincere student, Oh how I wish she wasn't, 

for loving her is my obsession, someone get me this concession.

All the day a river flows, up and down as it goes,

it sees the cons and glows, life and death all it knows, 

your name nature, your form god, 

you bless me happier, you fill the heart.

A dream holiday

The sky is clear and painted azure, clouds are scattered and the bliss is pure. 

The sun is shining like a red ruby, into the perfect gold it was set to be. 

The white sands are exquisitely carved, by the bristles of wind the sun starved. 

The blue waters cool from the sea, would dance in waves in front of me. 

Into the dark teak woods is my bar, tending is the man with the sharp old scar. 

In the parking, standing alone is my bike, Oh!! That exhaust, the music I like. 

The Palm umbrella gives me the shade, as into the sands my time does fade. 

Chilled beer cans that would never end, and joints of hash in the right blend. 

Not a sound but the nature's song, all day long and all night long. 

I lie thinking on and on then, oh then go pause the Big Ben. 

I want every such thought to drain, I want to clean my fizzy brain. 

I'd wait for that forever long weekend, when my life would be relightened.

Nahi bole toh sunte nahi

Do pehr ko dum biryani, meethe me mast ghadi Qurbaani,

naukri karne Dubai nakko jaa bole, nahi bole toh sunte nahi. 

Kabhi toh matka toh kabhi tandoori, paatha basthi me pani puri, 

paison ka peeche nakko bhaago bole, nahi bole toh sunte nahi.

Amma khilayegi baigan ka bartha, bawa ke jeb se apna saara kharcha, 

ghar chodke door nakko jaao bole, nahi bole toh sunte nai.

Baarish mei necklace road pe jaate, pottiyaa leke sau pe bikaan bhagaate, 

nakko jaao mia loya saahab bole, nahi bole toh sunte nahi.

Roz irani chai pe baatakhaani, milke daawataan karne poora khaandhaani, 

Hyderabad nakko chod jaa bole, nahi bole toh sunte nahi.

Dil mei sukoon sa buddha hai, jawaan toh mohalle ka har buddah hai, 

iss sheher mei mehmaan na bano bole, nahi bole toh sunta nahi.

Jahannum hai mama apna Hyderabad, isko chodoge toh sab chain barbaad, 

baigan me mila denge nakko jaao bole, lekin apun toh posaan maarke uthaaye jhole, 

manaa karne pe bhi yaadein laut hi aate, kya kare yaaron vo bhi humre hi aulaade, 

nakko bole phir bhi sunte nahi.

I know what I'm doing

I'm not silent I'm not calm, I'm not waiting for the wrinkles on my palm.
I'm not believing the mysterious globe, I'm not hollow inside this grey robe.
I'm not adhering to your saintly advice, I'm not sliding down my intellectual demise.
A day shall come when I shall rise, high above you belittling your skies.

I'm not lost behind the misty smoke, I'm not the one you need to provoke.
I'm not waiting for an apocalypse, I'm not mute though I sealed my lips. 

I'm not alluded by the rolling dice, I'm not the one without the spies. 

A day shall come when I shall rise, high above you belittling your skies.

I sense the language your hands speak, I read your eyes to know if you're weak. 

I hear your words like Chinese song, I know your mind deep and long. 

I know that you are a bag of lies, I'll shun your sweetness to the houseflies. 

A day shall come when I shall rise, high above you belittling your skies.

I am shouting a silent call, as the dark lights now befall, 

I am rising like a skyscraper tall, in the dead sands you don't know at all.