Friday, November 2, 2007

mehek of Phoenix

This time I had phoenix.Its Mauritian beer.For the uninitiated,

Mauritians have established themselves as the most vestigial

people on this planet, or amongst all homo sapiens in the entire

galaxy.they don't manufacture one goddamn thing themselves

except for beer(drinking which they have become even more useless).

Drinking this cheap brand , the cheap shaayar inside

me (Altaf Raja. further ref:kara B|| ) is raising voices.

This shaayari is an ode to the immortal Mauritians, Altaf Bhai,kara B|| and my

5th crush( u can use an exponential function on this variable) ,

Mehek Mathur, a cute girl from my previous job

(not necessarily in this order).

If she ever reads this stuff ,which I feel is a bloody inspiration

from the all the fucking pathetic shaayaris I have heard

during IIT Days(again thanx to kara B||), she will forgive me in the

light of my eternal love for her and the mauritian beer effect.



ruh se nikali har saans mein sirf teri hi mehek hogi

is toote dil ke sheeshey mein sirf teri hi jhalak hogi

daaman chhodaane se pehle socha to hota

meri khawahishon ki kabr mein kahin teri yaad bhi to dafan hogi.

Right to Die

The clock stroke twelve,and the trial began

I pleaded for death and began to explain.

"without a fault I have been made to live

and it may be wrong to die but to live is insane.


The problem with my life

is my problem with the life

perennially trapped in this vicious circle,

every conscious moment is a pain to survive.


I was born without a choice,

but let death give me one.

how long I have to fight this battle,

either way to loose in this already lost run"


But the life and the logic

have seldom worked together.

the lawyer of the life

is also the one with right to order.


The nib did not break and the verdict was read

"every moment that u wish not to exist,

your life grows longer by a second,

never out of the circle,i would insist".


And as I moved handcuffed in the darkroom

with my shadow fading away with each cry

I could hear someone talking faraway

The obligation to live ,and the right to die.