ना जाने किस मुकाम पर आ गई हूँ
हो गई हूँ पवित्र एक सति सी
या अपवित्र एक वेश्या सी
अब तक जो थी भोली बच्ची सी ।

ना जाने कहा है ईस मुकाम का डेरा
ना जाने कब होगा एक सुंदर सवेरा
ना जाने क्या हो पाएगी राह एकसी
ना जाने कब होगी सीता राम कि ।

सब्र हि इन्तेहा है
सब्र हि है माया
सब्र हि जवाब है
और सब्र हि काया ।

काश की लिख सकती मै और भी
काश की शब्द होते मेरे पास भी
काश की सोच सकती दैनिक कार्य से ऊपर उठकर
काश की बन सकती सीता राम की ।

इतिहास ने भी दिया जवाब है
ना राम ने कभी वचन तोडा है
ना सीता ने कभी धर्म छोडा है
और ना ही कभी बनी है सीता राम कि ।

हिमानी


PS- I can't find an appropriate title for this poem. This is my first poem in Hindi. And I am like reading these lines again and again... 

And Here We Ended Up

And here we ended up
Lying so close
With no sheets of fear
With no pillows of worry
Parched lips and shattered bodies
Offering one another, the naked souls
Accepting the flaws, and all of them
Your ink spilled fingers, imprinting poems on my soul
Kissing you and drawing everything you once scribbled
And here we ended up,
Just you and me
And the vacuum of love in between. - Mahrukh

Tonight, I'm Peeling Down

And tonight, I'm peeling down the skin, you left scars on. - Mahrukh

With Him

With him it was more like demanding fruits from a fruitless tree. - Mahrukh 

The Woman From Brothel

Even the woman from brothel ends up handling over a piece of her heart. - Mahrukh

A CEREBRAL STORM

There is definitely a storm,
The one similar to Hurricane Patrica
Heading towards my brain.
Damaging my nervous system,
Protection layers are already destroyed,
A billion neurons are killed,
Brainstem is broken,
Pressure can be recorded in killobars,
And my brain is working 50%,
Contradictory to scientists' claim,
For a normal being.

Yeah! This is not normal.... !!

By God's grace,
My body is supportive.
Arteries are at work,
Oxygen supply being doubled,
Nutrient consumption increased.

But what am I thinking?
Am I thinking to rest it,
With my experience of minor atmospheric disturbances.

Whom am I fooling?
Self?
The people around?
or
You, The Almighty?

I don't have an answer
Only TIME can heal.

Lets Live Moments

Lets live moments
so that we won't have years to regret. - Mahrukh 

Last Letter

For some, a letter knocked the doors,
For some, arrived men,
Both served the same purpose,
Separation. Separation of
Boys from their fathers,
Fathers from their kids,
Husbands from their wives,
But none from their mothers.
Dressed in mud, decorated with grass,
Highlighted in grease, we crawled.
Everything I learnt in junior high,
Everything I learnt in college,
Accounted no moral advantage,
But I wasn't too grown up to know that,
I never thought much,
They asked, I did,
I did, they asked.
Humourous.
They told,
Loose or make them loose,
Shoot or get shot,
And I did, blindly. Shot 'em all.
Soul cracking music of beats and rythm,
Everywhere, with a little metallic touch,
Drenched in sweat and blood,
But mostly in blood, we climbed,
Climbed over heaps of corpse,
Over Victory or loss? I don't know.
I guess, answers change with time,
With perspective and liabilities.
I enjoyed it back then, too much,
I was just killing people ruthlessly,
Cold and straight,
I enjoyed it, it was a pure feeling,
I was serving the land,
or at least this is what they told me,
I felt energetic, powerful and dignified,
After everyone I shot,
Apparently.
I didn't look, I didn't see,
With every person I killed,
A family was ruined,
I didn't see the root of the tree I struck everytime.
Fun fact: Even the dried off trees have roots.
But currents were supposed to turn one day,
One ordinary day, everything went the usual way,
Nothing changed, but the relative positions,
I was standing on the other side of the bullet,
I got pierced, through the center of my chest,
Some liquid came out,
And perspectives changed at that very moment,
A family, a girlfriend, some friends, some places,
They all scratched the brain,
But I was most surprised by the thought,
That was born that very moment only,
That the people whom I killed would be having the same,
I regret for not sharing that thought.
No, wait! I did, I shouted,
But barely someone heard,
The music was too loud.
Smiling friends, and kissing my girl,
Were some of my last thoughts,
Along with the planned incomplete
Letter that I sent to my mom,
'Return safe. I will pray', she wrote.
'I will', I wrote back,
'Wrapped in national flag', I never added.
Happy Ending.