AnOther Day...Yet Not

ज़िन्दगी नशा होती है...

JD होती है या Old Monk होती है...

नशा भी रंग होता है...

कभी आसमानी तो कभी Purple होता है ...

रंग तो असल मैं ख़याल होते है...

कभी annoyed तो कभी प्यारे होते है...

हम चाहे कितना भी घालिब पढ़ते हो...

असल मैं, घालिब हमारे ख़याल पढ़ते है....

a DaY

Blocked ear.

Pints of beer.

Non-medicated day.

Plans astray.

Typical....

Hot water.

Assured closure.

Breeze-less times

Still wind-chimes.

Alone-time...

Sorted thoughts.

Dissolving knots.

Gondola rounds.

Wooden sounds.

Melody...

Creamy fingers.

Paint lingers.

Colors mixed.

Headaches fixed.

Catharsis...

Smooth gulp.

Brain pulp.

Losing sight.

Laughing alright.

Intoxication....

Zeppelin noise.

Lacking poise.

Colors blaze.

Senses Laze.

Stupor....

Black night.

White light.

Grey traps

Under wraps.

Happiness....

While the night was high in spirits...

And Going to California looped and looped and looped...

GoldFish sa KhaYaal

Itnee si zameen

Itna sa aasman

Ek khayaal.... ziddi sa

Tairtaa raha

Tairta raha...

It rained outside all day.

The colors were green and grey.

Green,like the muddled puddle

Of my murky monsoon mind

I brushed (aside) a pink thought

Brightening my rainy day.....

OcTober PaiN

It has become a joke...

The relentless pricking of a cruel pin…

A hundred worms gnawing through my skin…

And I laugh as...

The feverish strokes of my brush effectively numb…

What is left is crushed, by the colors on my thumb…

I am a stubborn bitch...

This pain, it is not me or mine…

As long as I can blog, write and paint, my me and mine is fine.

I have analgesics...

These pricks, these bruises I do not own

My canvas will sigh, my words will scream, my colors will moan…

Chintan, many thanks!

This one is for my sanity, and for you!