Raat ke andhere mai

Is raat ke
Andhere main
Aao tum kabhi
Chand ki roshni
Ke neeche
Saath baithkar
Baat karenge
Chai ke piyale
Ki tarah sab
Bikher denge
Woh chupe raaz
Aur saare darr
Is raat ke
Andhere main
Aao tum kabhi

 

Woh Bachpan

woh puraani si kitaab
tumhara intezaar karti hai
us diary jisme
tumne do saal
pehle likha tha
uske kaafi panne
abhi bhi khali hai

pukaar ti hai
woh galiyaan tujhe
jimne tune apni zindagi guzari
woh puaarna makaaan
woh chacha ki toffee ki dukaan
aaj bhi wahi hai

chacha ki umar hogayi hai ab
lekin unkio budi aankhein
aaj bhi tujhe
dekhengi toh khush ho jaengi

shayad tere aane se
us gali mai
thodi si bahar aajaegi

Shayad tu bhool chuka hai
bachpan ki woh
bhaag daud aur khel
cycle lekar galiyon ke chakkar katna
kone wali dukaan se
pahiyon mai hawa bharwana

shayad aaj tu bada aadmi ho chuka hai
gaadi mai ghumne wala
bade shehro mai rehne wala

lekin yaad rakh
mez par rakhi
woh puraani si kitaab
woh diary
woh toffee ki dukaan
chacha ki budi aanke
aur woh galiyare
tera aaj bhi intezaar dekhte hai
aaj bhi…..

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Arse hue (Hindi Post)

Kabhi toh aao khayalo main
Yahan sunsaani aksar hojati hai
Kabhi toh aao aangan main hamare
Yahan dhoop aksar rehti hai
Na Jaane Kitne arse hue
Is tamanna ko
Ki aaye woh yaha
Zindagi yuhi guzri chali gayi
Na gayi sunsani
Na hi gayi yeh dhoop yaha se

-Jafar Rehman

Tell me

Tell me
What happens when
You stick a knife
Into a man’s stomach
And he spurts blood
From his mouth
And then as life leaves him
He grabs your collar
And looks you in the eyes
With a pleading look
And questions you
Without a sound.

Do you for once
feel sad?
Were you at unease
When his soul
Questioned you
And you just stared
Into those dark pits
Which by the way
Had no tears
But only questions
And then you waited
For the light to go away
So that you could
Make a final call
And spurt the words
Job done
Would you ever think about
Those eyes
When they were
In their final moments?

-Jafar Rehman


So, I have started to write whatever I get, be it dark poetry or anything else. Tell me if you liked it.

Two People

Tell me
What happens
When the sun goes down
And moon shines
Bright in the sky
And a wolf howls
In the distance somewhere
And a gust of wind
Plays with your hair
And you feel a shiver

And you hear someone talking
In the distance
Could it be him?
Finally returning
After gathering some wood
So that you can fight this cold
And spend the night
Under the stars
And open the map
And plan for the next day
For a new adventure?

Final Goodbye

The way you walked away
Without looking back
Without a word
And disappeared
Around the curve

I don’t remember
For how long I stood there
With so many emotions
Yet with a blank look
On my face

I wanted to scream
In the dark and silent night
Where no one would hear me
Yet I stood silent
Listening to the trees sway

I walked away from you
As far as I could
Hoping to avoid
Even the thoughts of you
Ignoring the fact that
You were in my veins

Little did I know
And little did you know
We were never meant to be
Apart.


Now one might wonder that I have an amazing (romantic) life but let me assure you that is not the case. I usually write poems out of my imagination and this one was no different. However the inspiration for this one was unusual.  While coming back to home, I saw that the usual yellow street lamps were replaced with white led lamps. Combine them with a little fog and you have an amazing scene that could very well umm.. well yeah figure that out for yourself. 😉

The box

Before he heads to the bed
He pulls out a box
And pops up a pill
And finally sleeps
– Jafar Rehman

The coffee shop

When I first saw her,
she was standing all alone
Besides that coffee shop
Had a notebook in her hand
I could see
Something she had written and drawn
I wished she wasn’t waiting for anyone
If she was
I wished it would be me

She turned around and
Started walking away
from the coffee shop
Then stopped halfway and
Turned and walked
And entered the coffee shop

She sat down at the table closest to the window
She saw outside
Not at me, not at anyone else
She just looked like
One looks while they stand at the edge of the mountain
Taking it all in

She picked up that notebook
And started writing something
Then her coffee came
I did not see her order anything
Maybe she came here often

It has been days now
The waiter knows
My taste in coffee now

This is something I just wrote, did not edit a single line. This is fictional. 🙂

The dance

They held hands
And danced together
For a long time
And the moon witnessed it all.

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A bench in the park – 2

Read the first part here to get a better understanding.

The bench stays empty
There is neither sadness nor a rose
There’s no one to wait
No,not anymore

But he did come
To the park and
Sat on the bench
Waited for her
Thinking she would come

Tired and devoid of hope
Away he went
Thinking if she ever came
If she ever came

I never planned to write a sequel or part 2 of the little poem but here it is,tell me if you like it.