Untitled Ode and Obituary to my generation, part I

We are a puff puff pass generation
Of puff puff pass rebellions

So take a drag on your cigarettes
And smoke out your lungs

Aakhir aag koi dehek rahi hogi andar
Jo itna dhuan hai
Aur agar mehez dhuan hi hai bas
To kabhi maa ke man mein jhaankna
Tumhe wahaan dikhega
Dhuein se aag kaise sulagti hai

We are a puff puff pass generation
Of puff puff pass rebellions

So take another drag of depression,

And anxiety 

And slit your wrists, pass the blade

Cut cut pass.

Making doors on your skin

for your soul to pass through

Quick escapes

Slow deaths

Agar inti jaldi hai jaane ki

To koi asahneey peeda 

peechhe chhode jaa rahe hoge

Unbearable pain 

Hurt hurt pass,

this undying pain, 

unto those you love most.

We are a puff puff pass generation
Of puff puff pass rebellions

Rebellions which are born of old monks and young blood,

Mixing,

Making cocktails offered according to taste.

And you could order harmless fun

And you could order violence.

Aur 'madhushaala', 'madhoshi', sab shabd 

kavitaon mein kitne pyaare lagte hain

Shukr hai lekin

Us ladki ko in kavitaon ko padhna nahin aata, 

Vo ladki jiske pitaji ghar kal nashe mein aaye the

Jiski maa ne apne gham siskiyon mein dubaaye the

Jiski kranti bhi madira se jaagegi, magar aise ki

We are such a generation of puff puff pass ironies,

Cronies,

Stealing time from our own lives,

and I wish we could stop,

but we puff puff pass our time

"Killing time isn't murder but suicide"

But what do we care about quotes, 

they are but dead lines.

We are a puff puff pass generation
Of puff puff pass rebellions.

Brewing something appropriate for the night

Written on a train journey back home from the beautiful city of Lucknow. 9th October, 2016.


The true measure of the depth of an emotion lies in the volume of things left unsaid when you really wanted to say them, because the silence is heavy enough without the burden of words to chisel out its contours.

The silence that hangs heavy
I could use words to chisel it out

पर निराकार है जो
उसे कोई भी आकार देना बेमानी है

So I will talk about other things
And the silence unmarred
Will persist

जैसे पुराने घर में 
धूल समेटे परदे 
जिनमें समय की कहानियाँ क़ैद हैं 

Time trapped me,
And you
And trophies of silences on shelves of time
Gathering dust.

अब इन गर्द की परतों को इकट्ठा करना 
आदत हो गयी है 
जैसे शब्दों को पी लेने की आदत
बुरी, बहर्हाल ज़रूरी ।

Tonight, 
I am brewing myself a cup of the heaviest silence. 

नींद अच्छी आएगी शायद।

#latenightmusings

Good night :)