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

 

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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Kaafi arse se

I’ve always loved urdu/hindi poetry but never wrote much. This is where I wrote a certain thing and I’m sharing the same with you. Tell me if you share the same interest 🙂 

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.

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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Mystery

I do not know who I am

I do not know the purpose of my life

I am a mystery for myself.

While trying to solve it

All I manage to do

Is get more tangled

Into this complex web.

I just had this in my mind and thought why not upload it (perks of having a personal random blog). Also I’m scheduling a photo post for tomorrow noon and also working on a story. 🙂
How have you been?

Moon

She would sit there
Under the moonlight
Wondering about everything
Nothing would help
And then she would
See the moon
And forget all her worries.
                                              -Jafar Rehman.

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