Poetry, Romance

Rocks and Fire

I thoroughly believe the mire,
That the moon and the stars are lies.
They are nothing but rocks and fire,
Pretty from afar, set only to agonize.

So I won’t promise you the literal moon,
Or the talk of ‘from the moon and back’.
I won’t wish for you to the stars,
They are probably dead within the black.

Yet I hope to be the rocky moon,
Driving waves to you at your behest.
And I pray to be the starry fire,
Burning within your eyes and chest. 

 – Funadrius


Vivre En Moi

If you heard me out,
You’d know of people new
The naysayers,
The ear buzzers
The liars and their squires.

If you saw me through,
You’d see the pain anew
The weeping heart,
The oozing soul
The tired act of my mind mired.

If you talked to me soon,
You’d know of pain accrued
The nightly gaze,
The daily faze,
The steps of daze and cliches.

But if you lived with me true,
And didn’t bid me adieu,
You’d know of my ability to reveal,
To feel, conceal and heal,
Truly with all my will and zeal.

– Funadrius


Mile Jo Hum Kabhi (Poem)

मिले जो यूँ हम तुम फ़साने में,
जानो अब बहुत हो चुका सबर
चुप हो तुम, चुप हूँ मैं,
अब हमें किसी और की क्या ख़बर!

मिले जो लब कभी यादों में,
जैसे लहर से लहर मिलती हो अगर,
ख़ुश हो तुम, ख़ुश हूँ मैं,
अब हमें चाहिए तो बस इक क़ब्र!

मिले जो क़दम कभी ख़यालों में,
चलें हम साथ साथ हर डगर,
आगे आगे तुम, पीछे पीछे मैं,
किसी की चिंता क्यूँ हो भला मगर?

मिले जो हम अगर कभी हक़ीक़त में,
मानो मेहरबानी हुई इस क़दर,
मोहब्बत में तुम, इश्क़ में मैं,
जन्नत वही हो, हो हम साथ जिधर!

  • Funadrius