Rooh Roomani

आओ क़ि रूह रूमानी  करें 

हसरतें -हैरानी करें । 

लम्हों का अट्टा गूंथ कर 

ज़िन्दगी  की  रोटी तबानी  करें ॥ 

ना तुम  पहनो लिबास शर्म का 

ना मैं ओढूँ अहम् का कम्बल । 

ख्वाहिशों के कोहरे में 

जिस्म की रजाई से उर्यानी करें ॥ 

आओ की तारों की चादर तले छुप्प के 

तार्रुफ़ करें अपने बिखरे सायों से । 

टटोल लो तुम मुझ में कुछ अपना सा 

रुस्वाइयाँ पीछे छोड़ आसानी करें ॥ 

तुम धुप सी मुस्कुरा दो 

में बादल सा पिघल जाऊं । 

आओ सारे आकाश में 

एक सतरंगी नादानी  करें ॥ 

आओ की साँसों की हरारत में  

कुछ अधपके कच्चे सपने सेंक ले । 

दो जिस्म आग में झोंक के 

एक अपना सा चुन बेईमानी करे ॥ 

आओ रूह रूमानी करें 

हसरतें -हैरानी करें । 

चलो कि अब के साथ चलो 

अलविदा-ए-वीरानी करें ॥ 

तबानी = brightness, उर्यानी= nakedness, तआरुफ़ = introduction, रुस्वाइयाँ = humiliations, insecurities

The Predicament

Heavens designed and hells casted

Life sometimes stands strangely flabbergasted

Be ahead or rather get perfected

And impatiently wait, till they seem intersected …

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As children, we know what we seek

Till pragmatism fill lungs like air

Then we lay on ground, looking at the sky

Moving inch by inch, in despair…

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Clouds obscure a dream I share

Morbid obsession or concupiscence rare…

Future constitutes a simple recipe

Carefully choose dispositions, desire and destiny to prepare …

Love - Lost and Found

Love lost and found …

A feeling so profound

The aspirations continue to sublime …

Life just slipped out of rhyme

Amongst your syncopated glances

I lost my chances

O ! We were great tonight

How did love lose its sight?

And still, You are so afraid

Baby, Please don’t regret.

Close your eyes; Close the door

I won’t be here; No more.

- Vaibhav Mehrotra

The Fakir

I am the Fakir of the eternal land of divine.

The shadows of the unknown past

Follow me

They tell, my soul is sold.

But, I am too young to be old,

I wander alone seeking the light,

Waiting for the sun to shine.

Waiting for the perfect past,

To resurrect in time.

Among the beasts of delution

I am the master of myself.

One Last Kiss

Before I sleep into unconsciousness

I long for one last kiss …

A gentle push of tender lips,

A little dip in the aquatic bliss.

I still picture you in the streets,

Full of lights and life is so fast.

I still see your soul without scars,

I still adore the past.

Tell me where your freedom lies,

I’ll never walk that lane.

Let me know the reason you cried,

I'll drench myself in your rain.

Nights are lonely; but eyes are not…

Shown you everything; there is nothing to hide.

I was down and upset; but now I am reborn

Bitter like truth and naked as child.

Purpose Of Life

I lost to my fate; Infidelity has no mark.

I ran into the tunnel; surreptitious and dark.

To hear screams of thousand ghosts; rhapsody of a young lark

Looking for the purpose of Life; A truth so stark.

Cleopatra attired in a Gucci silk dress,

Stood on the Highway; looking for address.

“Take me home; let our bodies’ progress.

“Plenty of wenchs await to make your life a mess”

And then I see the crowd, gathering for the show

Glittering at the podium; Sat the luminary “Osho”.

“In the Betrothal of soul and Body; let the whistle blow,

And as you are running son, Are you sure which side to go??”

And Then I heard a gentle sound

By Jove stood an old lady in a wedding gown.

“Remind the Colonel of me; when you reach the town.

Take a flight, Son, Don’t forget the ground.”

And there stood Hitler, Naked in the shower,

Blood in one hand, and other had a flower.

“Smile and Kill to stay at the protean tower.

Even Prudent fall for the voracious power.”

Fortune telling lady near the phone booth,

Flashing tarot Cards, alludes the broken truth.

“You have come so far with a fate so brute,

Carefully choose a primrose path in the world astute.”

And there lie two puppets; trying to make Love.

Their lifelessness is their only bluff.

“I am tired of hanging around this stuff,

I am leaving because I have had enough.”

And there stood Death; in front of my room.

Shocked, she did not expect me so soon.

“I tried to be happy, but am just a loon.

Take me in your arms, take me to the moon.”

- Vaibhav Mehrotra

First Suicide Bomber

As I go through the inexplicable phase of my strange mind, I have tried to express the feelings of Hossein Fahmideh, a young boy of 13 years of age, who had sacrificed his precious life in the war against invading army of Iraq. Hossein Fahmideh, took a grenade from a nearby body, pulled the pin out, and jumped underneath an Iraqi-tank, killing himself and disabling the tank. This stopped the Iraqi tank division's advance. He was instantly made an Iranian hero for his sacrifice and even a stamp was issued in his honor. Unfortunately, he is classified as the first suicide bomber of the modern world. Even after almost 30 years after his death, terrorists are inspired by his act and his indeligible image is an inspiration for them. I have tried to express remorse and regret that he would express if he was still alive. His soul cries in pain and appeal to the coming generations to not to follow him.

Every Solitary Night.

I hear an explosion.

I see bodies covered in stained shroud,

Dismal images, families crying aloud.

To dream I have to be asleep

And wake up in a different world.

If I could go back in time

And only not inspire …

If only my sin is not made immortal

My virtue and precocious death,

Did earn me empty hearts.

Little did I know

Quasi sacrifice can take so many souls

Tear down the pages of history

With my name mentioned on them

Stop Following me, Please don’t.

O generations to follow! Alleviate the pain

Let me sleep, at least in vain.

Now, I sit at horizon,

Dressed in my hairshirt

And question my shameful self

If only I had bombed their minds and not bodies.

If only I could atone for my deeds.

All I tried was to save my herd

And they termed me

“First suicide bomber of modern world”