Chupke se

Chupke se aati
Hai yeh yaad teri
Bhare dine main
Kahi jheeri se
Aakar sama jaati hai

Chukpe se aati
Hai yeh yaad teri
Mez par baithe
Kaam karte waqt

Chukpe se aati
Hai yeh yaad teri
Khana khate waqt

 

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

 

Cigarette aur chai

Un sardiyon ki raaton main
Mere haath mai ek cigarette thi
Aur tumhare haath mai chai ka cup

Hum dono ek thele par baithe
Andheri sunsaan raat mai
Baate kar rahe the

Kohre ke saath
Hamare muh se dhuan nikal raha tha
Us hisaab se toh
Cigarette tum bhi pee rahi thi

Maine haskar yeh baat tumse kahi
Toh tumhe thoda sa bura laga

Mujhe ilm tha is baat ka
Ki tumhe cigratte pasand nahi thi

Ab woh waqt aa chuka tha
Jab tumhari chai khatam hone ko thi
Aur meri cigarette ke bhi
Kuch aakhri kash bache the

Fhir main utha
Aur tum uthi
Aur dono apni raah chal diye

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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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Loved by one

They made you believe
Believe that
Love was everything
You needed to survive

The love they talked about
Was the one
Where you were desired
Not by all
Not by yourself
But by just an individual

They thought
They had it all figured out
And you believed them
And then you loathed yourself

You went on to the journey
To find that one
But never learned
To love yourself Continue reading

Last pages

The last 50 pages
A hot summer night
And a thought of you.
-Jafar Rehman

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P.S. ‘You’ here can be food.

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?

Through the lanes

He put his head down
A little tired
But its still early
And there is lot to do

But on closing his eyes
He travels to a time
And experiences
A memory from the past

The days when
He dreamt and believed
And laughed and lived

Suddenly he opens his eyes
And stare at the screen
And the memories
Once again fade away

-Jafar Rehman

Last job

As the clock struck twelve
He got up
Took his weapon
To finish that
One last job