Raat

Sard raaton mai
Tum syahi ki tarah
Kuch ghul se gaye the

Rang tumhara
Halka toh hua tha
Par woh nasha ab bhi tha
Woh mehek gayi nahi thi

Sard raaton mai
Tum syahi ki tarah
Kuch ghul se gaye the

Maine chaha poochna tum se
Par tum tez chale jaa rahe the
Tumse kadam milana
Mumkin na tha

Sard raaton mai
Tum syahi ki tarah
Kuch ghul se gaye the

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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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.

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

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

Lives at apartments

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