A dream not lived

I was born, nights ago,

beads pulling me from below.
Arrays of rays swiveling,
origin spineless, furiously compelling.

Of a single parent, greedy,  

in a cave, cramped already,

no periods of pain or joy,

neither a girl, nor the boy.

Am that dream, dream of dusts,

black-o-white, oh! so hard to buy.

Am a dream dying everyday,

for I was born, and that was the fault.

You gave me birth. Thank you.

You didn't run for me. Thank you.

You don't die with me. Thank you.

Don't make a brother for me. Thank you.

Million questions

I am there in the back aisle,

waiting for you to see them all.

I have been sitting on the steps,

flowers besides me, and a bit of love wrapped.

Those black eyes have a million questions,

for I wasn't a good guy, the good guy.

I have never rushed for the moon, won’t.

Might fall and fade but remember the wrap, if nothing else.

Chalo yaar, phir khel khelein

Dhundhli ho gayi hain wajahein ab,

aadat hai ki na baat hoti hai,

lakeerin ab bhi tiki hain, dost,

chalo yaar, phir khel khelein.

Do haar jo humne di tumko,

baarambaar jeete tum humse,

kisse ab main haar jaaun, aur kisko nazar lagaaun,

lakeer ke us paar koi yaar nahi milta.

Aawaazon par bas kood padna,

samay se sikke tod lena,

badi umr tujhse sanwri hai meri,

phir ik eent thamaane ko haath badha.

Khidki puri khuli rehti hai,

koi par ab bulaata nahi,

mere gharaunde mein kyun ab,

paani peene koi aata nahi.

Wo lakeerein ab bhi khinchi hain

chalo yaar, phir hum wo khel khelein

Wajahein phir mil jaayengi shaayad,

un wajahon ke liye hi aao phir khel khelein.