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

Musings, Poetry

You Owe Me

Let it be known,
That you’re with no thing.
Let it be told,
That you owe me nothing.

But let me tell you,
That you sowed in me something.
Let me tell you,
That you owe me something.

You owe me the hours,
That I spent with chagrin
You owe me the flowers,
That I placed within.

You owe me the worries,
That I devoted to you,
You owe me the stories,
That I so willingly told you.

You owe me my breaths,
Which I let go as sighs.
You owe me the deaths,
That I died in disguise.

You owe me the walks,
That I travelled with you.
You owe me the talks,
That I shared with you.

You owe me the sleep,
Which never returned to me,
You owe me the weep,
Which now burns in me. 

You owe me the nights,
That I stayed awake for.
You owe me the lights,
And who I lit them for.

– Funadrius


Ek Aur Kitaab Likhunga

एक और किताब लिखूंगा,
उसमे ज़्यादा नही लिखूंगा..

बस चलती साँसों का हिसाब लिखूंगा,
उनके बीच आई हर याद लिखूंगा..

बहते रक्त की फरियाद लिखूंगा,
जो बह ना पाया वो दर्द लिखूंगा..

कटी हुई ज़बान का अफ़साना लिखूंगा;
जो कह ना सका वो जज़्बात लिखूंगा..

खोई हुई नज़रों का ठिकाना लिखूंगा,
जो देख ना पाया वो ख्वाब लिखूंगा..

थके हुए कदमों का सफ़र लिखूंगा,
जो पा न सका वो मंज़िल लिखूंगा..

टूटे हुए अरमानो का जनाज़ा लिखूंगा,
अधूरे रहे सपनो की तजल्ली लिखूंगा..

एक और किताब लिखूंगा,
उसमे ज़्यादा कुछ नही लिखूंगा..
आँसुओ की स्याही से लिखूंगा,
जो जी ना पाया वो ज़िंदगी लिखूंगा..

– Funadrius