.Dream, Love and Delusion

My dream love has become a legendary reverie...
So perfect so pristine that it can never turn into reality...
Whom will see, touch and desire but cant posses ...
or may acquire again in dreams.

My dream is a teaser to an everlasting truth of my closing stage
It’s an embellishment, a soothing balm and an energy potion to haul myself a bit further.

When an enduring dilemma suddenly gropes,
I seek, behold and sense myself breathing a dream that slowly enfolds...
As, he irons my forehead wrinkles every night,
and shields my shadow till it fuses into flood lights,
Warns me to decline temptations when I let intoxication devours me and befalls my spirit guide.

He is my morning alarm, my news tabloid…
And still you name it a funny petite, tempting dream outright !!

Far-flung from reality, my La La land,
I and him in a closet of a delusion..

Ek Batta Do.....(1/2)

Aadha ghanta, aadha din, raat tak pohochney ki jaddo jehed mein
 Aadhi hasrotein ke, aadhey palchin, 
Ghutey sehme ehssas, aadha tan aur aadhi saans, 
Aadhey chaand key aadhi raat mein, kya yeh pyar poora ho payega? 
Ya phir meri hatelio mein sirf Ek Batta Do re jayega?

Whispers

Whispers, follow me wherever I go,
They hunt me down from the darkest refuge
They intrude and patrol across the hideous alleys of my soul.


Whispers, creep when my conscious sleeps,
Their fingers stealthily caress my nape, peck my bosom, slither through my bare whole.
They suck out all the tender dreams and fill me with gore,
They make love to me then why do I feel ravished, plundered and sore.


I lie alone on a bed of induced guilt,
Sleepless, engulfed by the ghost of my past...