Judgement Day

Let your guilt be your redemption

For all the judgementalism

For all the hate without a reason

For presuming without knowing

Using your insecurity to bracket

Slotting, categorizing and not giving a chance

Lest all assumptions fall apart

Do not psychoanalyse last words

It’s demeaning to the means and the end

Were it that simple to decrypt -

That straightforward and in your face

It would not be ever written

If nothing else, grant the last respect

Of continuing enigma -

Unsullied by mundane interpretations

Martyrs of Suffering

How proud are we of our Suffering?

Do we wear it with a flourish?

Hoist high the crown of thorns

And place it venerably on our heads.

Does our chest swell with pride?

As we neither flinch nor wince

And hear the sighs of wonder

At our valour and stoic ness

Do we compare the thorns?

And see if mine prick harder

And compete in a pageant of pain

To see who emerges stronger?

Do we silently mock?

As we wipe others’ tears

Scoffing at their softness

While whispering soothing ayes?

Ek Haazari

Ek haazari ki mohtaaj hai jannat,

Jannat ka bhi kya kasoor?

Mizaaz hi hon jahaan par rookhe,

Hawa ke rukh ka kya kasoor?

Khud ki chod aaye dehleez par jaan,

To kaatil ka bhi kya kasoor?

Fitrat hi ho jab mezbaan,

Raat ka bhi kya kassor?

Betakkaluf hain sannata jahaan,

Wahaan lafzon ka bhi kya kasoor?

De chaahein daleelein bekasoori,

Behaazari ki hai sazaa!

Ilzaam ka jab ho muqaddar,

Wakeel ka bhi kya kasoor?