Thursday, 26 June 2014

Appraisals…

Appraisals…appraisals…
Bell curves, don’t let you go up vertically…
Keep you on the verge of falling into the valley…
And balance most of you on its belly…
Ratings, you know what’s in there….
Still you are hopeful for the better…
In the end, you feel the same as last year….
Promotions, don’t expect them without enough fame….
Once you get it, it doesn’t matter, cause work is the same…
But you suddenly find where to put your blame….
Increments, don’t happen to change anything….
Month-end brings you almost the same thing….
But, you pacify yourself that something is better than nothing….
Appraisals, judge you, encourage you…
Try you, and sometimes destroy you…
But never let it extinguish the fire within you…

Thursday, 5 June 2014

Spheres....

I wanna pierce through the layers of spheres around you...
I start counting the number of spheres around you...
But soon I loose the count as I find multiples of you...
You are the center of social sphere,
You are the centre of workplace sphere,
You are the center of family sphere...
And at the center of all these spheres, I again find you...
I wonder if spheres have trapped you.... Cause at the core I find lonely you...
When I think I am close to you, I bounce back, away from you...
Then I realise I have the same network of spheres around me....

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Philosophy and Alcohol

Philosophy is like alcohol…
One cannot do bottoms up with it...
It has to be taken slowly, digested, and then you become ready for another shot...
Otherwise the hangover can ruin the taste of rest all shots…
An overdose can change your perception of things…
But the right quantity of it makes you feel ecstatic…
You usually don’t like the first sip of it…
But soon you become addicted to it…
And you want only your favourite brand…
Like mine is Ayn Rand…
Eventually, you become capable of ingesting more and more…
And that’s when you need to layover…

Monday, 16 September 2013

Kyun...


Kyun na teri baaten meri khamoshi ko tarse...
Na teri sharafat meri saadgi pe barse...
Kyun teri gumnaami ko mere vajood ki talash nahi...
Kyun teri nazron ko mere deed ki aas nahi....
Kaise saagar ho tum....nadiya ki jaise tumhe pyaas hi nahi...

Drizzle dazzle....


Drizzle dazzle below the lamp post…

Human figures moving like a ghost…

Chills brought by the wind with frost…

Umbrellas open like a generous host….

Not before everyone is drenched almost…

It’s so nice on the calm and quiet coast…

When rainbow shines I like it the most…

Thursday, 27 June 2013

Words...

Words are playing hide and seek with me…

I trap them in my thoughts and put them on paper….

I even gulp some of them if they refuse to agree….

I know it’s so selfish of me….

But they are smarter than me….

I never find the right one at the right time.…

They hide behind their synonyms and confuse me….

Words are the ones that bring my thoughts to halt….

Though trapped in my thoughts, they just fly far off….

But I am sure, I will find them all together someday…

And they would no longer fool me in any way…

Meri duniya....

Mere Khayalon ki duniya teri hakiqat se acchhi hai....
Yahan kisiki dua khali nahi jati,
Na kisike dil me koi ranjish hai....
Teri duniya se pare, meri duniya me, teri khudaai kitni mehfooj hai....
Ae khuda, teri dharti se to meri banavati riyayat hi sachhi hai.....