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I, Me, My Phone They come home. But they don't come home . They see you. But they don't see you . They smile at you. But they don't smile at you . They are on their devices. They are on your devices. They are with people they do not know, do not want to know. But they do not want to be with people they know, who anyway, they do not really  know nor really want to know. They are busy with things they think matter. But they ignore things that do matter. They are your sons and daughters. Nephews and nieces, siblings and cousins, friends and colleagues. Husbands and wives. They are your co-travellers in life; on short and long haul journeys. Soon they will be your parents . They ignore you. They ignore the real world around them. They ignore themselves . You do the same. They, you, I. We have all, always lived in a reality which we were never really sure was real.  But now, we live in one that we know for sure is not real. The unreality, or is it, the disreality of Internet...

Ghazal - Zaalim / Aaye Zaalim jinhe zulmaton mein chhod aaye Unhi se zindagi mein ujaale daud aaye Kehte hain ke aashiqon ka khuda tu hai Tere dar pe hum bhi apna sar phod aaye Kitab usne likkhi thi apne ishq ki, Bin kahe Us mein hum bhi kuch lafz apne jod aaye Seedhi to kab hoti hai kiske ishq ki raah Chale hain to mudenge, jo bhi mod aaye Khushdil ka dil hai, phir jud jaaega kal tak Jiska bhi dil kare jaakar usko aaj tod aaye - (c) owais Creative Commons Attribution license

Ghazal - Mat Aaya Kar / Tu Bhi Ziddi Main Bhi Ziddi Mat aaya kar, tu khwabon mein mere paas, tu bhi ziddi, main bhi ziddi Badh jaati hai, tujhe dekh kar meri pyaas, tu bhi ziddi, main bhi ziddi Phir aaya tu, phir muskuraya tu, phir aankhen chamkeen, phir ummeed jaagi Kyun dilaata hai tu phir aaj, mujhe bemani aas, tu bhi ziddi, main bhi ziddi Har kaam karta hoon tere liye, jita hoon tere liye, mar jaaunga tere liye Ghulam hoon tera, sada rahunga tera das, tu bhi ziddi, main bhi ziddi Pyaar karta hai, nahin bhi, paas aata hai, nahin bhi, mujhe chahta hai, nahin bhi Nahin aata yun, hona bhi na hona bhi, mujhe raas, tu bhi ziddi, main bhi ziddi Kaisi zindagi di tune, ke hai zindagi bhi maut bhi, na jita hoon, na marta hoon Had hai, botal dikha kar tune, toda mera gilaas, tu bhi ziddi, main bhi ziddi Mar jaaunga ek din khamoshi se, teri raah dekhte dekhte, tujhe dekhte dekhte Main tujh sa to nahin, ke nikalun apni bhadas, tu bhi ziddi, main bhi ziddi Neend aati nahin, raat jaati nahin, tu ...

Ghazal Aashiq hoon, ishq ke siwa kiya kya hai Na kaho, ke tum faqeer ho, diya kya hai Mehram bhi ho, haram bhi, haraam bhi Ahraam baandhe hoon, ab haya kya hai Aayega voh laut kar, phir mere hi paas Zingdagi khel samjhe hai, jiya kya hai Aashiq ka gribaan hai, kitne jatan karoge Sau baar hi taanka hai abhi, siya kya hai Tumhari hi chahat hai, baqi to bas hain Aakhirat bhi chhod doonga, duniya kya hai Sadqe tumhari pyaas ke yeh jaam surahi Darya hi sukhaya hai abhi, piya kya hai Hum se aashiq hain har dar pe hazaron Tu na ho mehboob to phir naya kya hai Sirf naam-o-izzat-o-daulat hi luti hai abhi Jab tum ho saath mere, to phir gaya kya hai Jaan, rehne do andhera kuch daer aur abhi Saraapa noor ho tum, mujhe diya kya hai Khudaaon ke Khuda khud ho, mujh se poochho Masjid ko jaao kyun, tumhen khuda kya hai Bhoolun main  khudi ko, khud ko, khuda ko Mujhko jo mil jaaye tu, to phir bachaa kya hai Khushdil ki khataon ko muaaf kaun karega Nafraton ka daur hai, yeh maajraa kya hai - (c) owa...

All I Ever Ask My Sweetie, My Lamb, My Lover, You are upset.  Essentially with the whole world. He has hurt you.  She has hurt you.  They have hurt you.  Even, it has hurt you. You have a litany of grievances. And you are upset with me too, because I should also have been upset with them, if I, at all, loved you. But, Honey, you miss the point. I do not just love you. I worship you. I exist for you. But, beyond that, I love me too. And most of all, I love my heart. It is a sacred space for me. It is the sanctum sanctorum of all that which has sanctity for me. It is a place where I keep my treasures. Like the divine vision of the first day you asked me to dance with you. And the first day you swam with me. And the first day you asked me to hold you. In that, Darling, I do not keep all the uncountable hours and days and months and years when you were nasty towards me. The times when you knew I wanted you with me and you stayed away. Most often, while sitting right acro...

Masters and Slaves I, Homo, s. My surname, Homo, now belongs only to me. I have killed all my siblings. Homo e, Homo n, Homo f. And many more. I have also killed many more of my half-siblings.  And cousins. And I am in the process of killing many, many, many more. My mother, doesn't anger easily. But, I think, she is slowly losing her cool. The other day, I heard her complaining, to the perennially angry, Venus Aunty. Hyperventilating, Aunty Venus advised, "Gaia, you have given this one son too much liberty. He is killing all your other children." "No, Sister, he is not. He is just too stupid to know how he is being manipulated. "See, he thinks he is an individual. He thinks he is in control. Of himself. Of his siblings and half-siblings. And of me. But he is not."  I was left wondering. I take pride in my individuality. But then, am I really an individual? Which parts of me do not talk to the other parts of me? Which ones irreplaceable, upon the pain of ...