Rented Room

a filled dark room with a poster and a quote written on it
While changing address, I looked at my old room for the last time,
I didn’t remember exactly when I came here and made it mine,
This room saw me grow,
It witnessed my high and low,
I had spread my world in this few hundred square feet place,
I cleaned it, maintained it, decorated it in refined taste,

It saw me and friends bursting in laughter,
It also looked at me when I was lonely and no one was there,
These walls heard my wishpers;
my late night conversations with the girl I loved,
Then it also stood silently
when my heart was broken and battered,

This was a rented address but it was my home,
It wouldn’t remember me, it would belong to someone else once I am gone,
As I stepped into the cab for my new address,
A thought came to me, which should be said,
Life is nothing but a rented room, you can’t have it forever,
So don’t get too attached to it, in the end, nothing matters…

Miss My Girl

a beautiful girl wearing white dress looking upwards
You can get mad thousand times,
I will get you back every time,
I don’t care if you care,
even if you won’t need me, I will be there,

You are a little girl, you got several issues,
honestly, I got a few too,
Every morning I expect my phone to ring,
and to display a big emoticon smiling,

Sometimes there is no message or ping,
and it leaves me worrying,
then, I start to miss my girl,
whom I infinitely love,

I don’t know about tomorrow,
It can only bring avoided sorrow,
All I see is my wonderful today, which has you,
You make me really happy, and I wish you are happy too,

I hope you are getting bored in your Maths lecture,
and reading this would make you miss me there,
So why stay mad at your boy, who is missing you,
just say hi or the cutest, “I love you”…

Sleepless Nights

a Sleepless girl looks at night sky

Sleepless…sleepless again,
Another long night,
It’s me back to the same old tragedy of
my bloodless fight,
Eyes wouldn’t close,
It’s late and cigarettes are being burned in rows,

Happiness is not cheap anymore,
It’s pricey and doesn’t stay for long,
The problem is, I can see my downfall from a mile
and still heading that way,
Who says I have free will?
All I do is what others say,

Love? Friendship? Work?
Seem just meaningless words,
Maybe they are just some silly reasons to pass another day,
Then this long night, I need some more words
or this restlessness won’t go away,

I can only hope that I sleep before these cigarettes perish,
Or maybe it’s just my another unfathomable wish,
Why I am like this?
Why I can’t close my eyes and see what everybody sees?
Meddled with thoughts of wrongs and rights,
It’s another of my sleepless nights…
– N2S

मंज़िल से पहले (Manjil Se Pehle)

a boy looking at the sea appearing thoughtful

थी जो आग मुझमे,
जलती थी जो मेरे अंदर,
वजह थी वह हर खुशी की,
हर सपना उससे जगमगाता था,
कहती थी हसरत, कुछ हसीन है मंज़िल मेरी,
कुछ अलग सी तकदीर है मेरी,

उस मोड़ से दूर कहीं एक राह बहुत लंबी है,
जहाँ है थोड़ी यादें, लम्हों की कमी है,
डर लगता है की ये आग बीच राह में ही बुझ ना जाए,
जीतने की ये हसरत कहीं ऐसे ही सुख ना जाए,
हर बीता हुआ दिन कुछ और साँसे खर्च कर जाता है,
कुछ चेहरे, कुछ शिकवे बेवजह दे जाता है,

कदम चलता हूँ हज़ार मगर पर क्यूँ वहीं खड़ा हूँ मैं,
जितना समझुँ में खुद को उतना उलझता जाता हूँ मैं,
आँखें बंद करूँ तो दम सा घुट जाता है,
पर खुली आँखों से भी अंधेरा दूर कहाँ जाता है,
कभी कोशिश करता हूँ किसी को हँसाने की,
पर ये सोचकर ही हँसी बिखर जाती है की यह कोशिश कितनी झूठी है,
जब खुद ही दम तोड़ चुके है अरमान,
तो फिर मंज़िल से क्यूँ ये दूरी है,

हर जाती हुई शाम मुझे मेरे सपनों से दूर कर देती है,
और हर सुबह मेरे हसीन सपनो को तोड़ देती है,
धीरे धीरे ये आग बुझने लगी है,
पर जब देखता हूँ तो मेरी कहानी अब भी अधूरी सी है,
और जैसे कुछ कहानियाँ अक्सर ख़त्म हो जाती है मंज़िल से पहले,
बस एक डर है कहीं ये आग ना बुझ जाए मेरे जलने से पहले…

1 AM Friend

a woman sitting alone in the night and smoking

It’s 1 AM and my eyes are on mobile screen,
have already read everyone’s posts, comments, and whining,
All cigarettes in the carton have perished,
and the sad playlist is almost finished,
But for me, there is still no sleep,
I wish to go out this time of the night,
lie on the road and watch the stars in the entire Galaxy,

I am in love,
but she is asleep,
the confusion, the restlessness engulfs my soul,
I wish she could see this,
With no expectations or any hope,
without any lie or pretend,
I need someone to talk,
I just need a 1 am friend,

Would talk food, would talk politics,
hours on movies, would talk anything about electronics,
Would listen to my favorite songs,
would discuss the rights and wrongs,
Then there would be stories,
ranging from horrors to comedies,

Mumbai streets would be our beds,
and the savory vada pav would fill us,
We would know there is no future for us;
We would be two lonely creatures of the night as such,
Smoke with me,
Share sleepless moments with me,
Fall on me,
and say whatever hurting,
Without any promises of togetherness,
Give my loneliness some meaning,

Like everything, these nights will also end,
But for now, my loneliness really needs a 1 am friend…

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