TANGLED VIBES

Image Copyright  - Ankur Anand On the bedside table. Holy like your promises. unchanged, Is a photograph Of you and me. Through the cobwebs of time. I still can see. the love Distant as echo, Yet it makes me smile. It sits there in the cheap wooden frame. The only thing in the house, Still ours.

Love may not arrive tomorrow, Or today or in between the question, and answer pause  I’m not sure how long it takes, Or whether it come all at once, or piece by piece I only know the one, Wrapped around your hazel eyes Where you hold a day, Fill it with a lifetime and still have room for tomorrow.

I tried to let my heart, rest it's wings but it always start to wiggle and jiggle hearing you in the shimmer of the silence, feeling you in the space between white lines never looking away from your eyes holding a card, a little longer than it should, for i am yours and you who questions why wondering about what you have left behind that i hold "the footprint" all angels leave a mark on this world yours are made by guiding me home, inside my fragile bones

आज एक ख्याल आया फिर बरबस इस दिल मैं, तनहा फिर हुआ मै भरी महफ़िल मैं. सोचा तू है एक उदासी या किसी की अधूरी ग़ज़ल, या मेरी ही तन्हाई का महज़ एक रुक हुआ पल. शर्मीला हो गया चाँद, बुरखे मैं बाहें अब बादल, दर्द इश्क मै देखा इतना , जितना विधवा की पलकों का बहता काजल. सुनाई कविता किसी तारे ने चांदनी को, हो गयी वो उसकी कायल, चाँद भी हो गया जब अकेला , बेदर्द दर्द भी हुआ तब घायल. रातों मै बिछ गयी रुसवाई , जब दिलों मै आई बेवफाई, इश्क चाँद से ही था चांदनी को , जाने क्यूँ लफ़्ज़ों मै न कह पाई. अश्क बहते हैं आज तक उसके,हम कहते उन्हें चाँद के दाग, इश्क हुआ था सदियों पहेले उसे, लगी है आज तक एक आग. सदियों तक बहें उसकी पलकें , भर गए सात समंदर, खोयी वही चांदनी है तू, इस चाँद सा मेरा दिल का मंज़र

Sometime I feel, Why can’t I speak, of the sky and the worlds that I see Perhaps my words are as little as me. I see oceans so deep, filled with broken people’s love weep; Clouds so dark because of the rain that break their heart; A flying ship, stars that can shoot, Perhaps my life is best spent astute. I see vast blue skies, blue due to million spoken lies; Poor planets cries in form of rains, for the moon when his/her heart pains; but they heals with dry eyes and their rings again spin, Perhaps my patience runs thin. I see flow of God’s art, art that can rip your heart apart; Sparks so tiny, Engulfing a forest into flames huge and shiny; A foes that can fry, friends that can fight, Perhaps my waifs never outlast after night. I see a seeming sad, silent moan, inside holding a mighty teary cyclone; Waves rising so high, just to last for a minute before they die; but tonight I speak, and writes this rejected bleak, because the dark-space is nigh,...

I will love you in fraction of your mistakes not just in the sum of your victories I will love you in the pause between each syllable not just in the sentences that are kissable I will love you with all my affections not with any kind of fabrications I will love you in every sore from the tears not just in the collective happy years I will Love you in all your imperfections not with any expectations I will love you in all your life’s dark night not just when you’re radiating, so bright. I will Love you until my demise this I promise.

My poetry is a museum where I keep my skins peeling it off after taking off all my clothes in a place full of unknowns, someday people pick the flowers to bring to the graves of all the skins I shed in the form of my words Some gets so comfortable they want to see every inch of my skin Other are too terrified that they put daggers into my neck, the moment I unbutton my collar button.  

I’ve been writing for ten seasons now sometime in the five o’clock shadow to overcome my apathy for survival, sometime to get out of my candle waxed dreams that I have burned at the cross with mainstream reality, sometime cross-stitching my longing and stringing every vowels like Christmas light to write anything worth putting a meaningful title to but none of it worked until I started to let my bones to get burned in the mouth of madness and realized brightest are the flames that burns the most So now I drink my thoughts straight and smoke out every words that comes but that doesn’t mean I’m poet or lover or writer or anything worth calling may be just a ghostly cyborg turned into punching bag metaphors who prefers chaos between love and peace for learning how to live in myself because when as a kid I was asked what’s the difference between love and war? I told them I don’t know the difference and now I’m almost twenty two and the only d...

One night, I fell in Love with the idea to excavate all my fragmented scribe and ink that was spilled to describe on a crumbled up parchment in my dingy apartment   And Excavated, every word with fitful fingers acting like scythe with the tears borne in my eyes past skin, tissue and rind disguise until, naked and trembling, I took a deep breath and dah excavated back the last word from the last throbbing ink and my veins to bare the messed up tangled sheets raw, boneless inside still shivering like heavenly soul caught in cold with a frenzied look in every brittle word and screeching like a caged bird those tangled sheets, started thrusting its small thin, soft body again and again up against the windows pane searching for an elusive holy fire to turn its composites into ashen pyres because essence of those words was dying from the core along with the dreams it forswore Yes, it hurt no, I don’t know why I did it but I walked away lettin...

I am just A Wanderer with a thought Nothing’s magnificent about it I throw out my prose at people Hoping to find someone who might tag along It gets lonely walking all alone With the burden of words Meant for someone Thrown around to everyone In dire hopes that someone Might just accompany me On this wild, drug infested goose chase Maybe I have more words with me Than I could ever imagine The way I cough them out Like the blood I threw up Over the weekend But then again They are never meant for someone Anyone Are they? With the desk lamp glowing dim With every yank of paper from scribbled notebook Crumpled up and thrown with other rejects Slaying myself over the perfect piece To win you over You might think they’re just words I wrote up I do that a lot, write stuff up But it’s pretty different this time I never sought perfection before And now, I only want the best for you But let’s be honest I’m not magn...

When I realized that my Tangled Vibes was close to its 100th post, I didn’t know what I wanted to write about. All I knew is that I wanted it to be special. but, a post is nothing without content. Would I have an image with text? Would it be an epic “OMG” type of post? Would it just be “Happy 100th post!” like Mr. Uncommon Geek jokingly suggested?  Thank you, to those of you following this little venture, and for sharing in the delight. And thank you, my feathered friends, for making each day that much brighter. Looking back we had some good times, didn't we? I will continue to give you better! Better posts, pictures and more…So here is the Happy 100th post ! i tried to make it special . This is the pencil art i finally succeed in making after a numerous failed attempts. My First sketch ever. And this is the song. "Teri khamoshiyan, teri madhoshiyan teri Gustakhiyan, aur teri nadaaniyaan    yaado mai hai bas teri hi parchhayian par ye doori...

Lay on the bed and think which is yellow, which is pink the lady wrapped in clothes the lovers exchanging notes the air smells like breeze take a sigh, take a wheeze Sit on the bench and look the random flow of the brook you know you loved her once at least you had a few runs let the river take you away you get to live another day Get up and take a walk meet a stranger for a talk the trees continue to waver times don’t get any easier baby steps here and there just smile and show you care Look to the sky and wonder God couldn’t be any smarter the world you know is perfect your life is yours to direct just spread your arms and fly and times would ride you on high

I have always been a wanderer It was just that no one knew I always relish in being forgotten Being lost into the oblivion Lovers, you say What about it? Like the dew of mornings Cherish it for the happiness it brings. Sacred places, you say are meant for prayers. But the truth is, walls of hospitals have heard more prayers each day. Cobwebs of past hold me But I can’t go back. I look back, but not for long For I have to go on. Destination? I do not know For none is my ally Nor my foe

Before the inception of feelings or before your arrival in my life I was like time and tide, waiting for none  my life was moving like a molten sapphire, where I was a creator in my own whims. But now all I want to stay by your side, like an air which you breathe every moment every second  together, facing the harsh sun, sometime trying to be your shade, But here I stand Everyday Imagining your silhouette  breathing a new leash of life When Sunbeams wake you  in the morning, When Moon coolness take you into endless dream, Tied in the shackles of these moments, Every moments I am with you on this journey Watching you from a distance But desire is to stay with you "All I want to be dowsed in the same drop  that has touched you so dearly " but being on the another twig  I could never touch you once  So here I stand Treasuring  all these wetting silky moments Into a golden ring of memory  So ...

मयस्सर नही है तेरी चाहत क़ी अक़ीदत पर इस दिल ने की है हर वक़्त बस क़ी है तेरी ही इबादत नक्श ही रह जाएँगा तेरा मेरे दिल के इन सुर्ख लबों पर पर तेरी ये तसलीम झिलमिल मुस्कुराहट ज़हेन मैं ज़हेर सियाह, भाया है इस काफिरों के इतना सियाह की तुझी मैं घुलता जा रहा हू ज़र्रों मैं कभी अमावस को तेरी आखो का काजल बना तो कभी तेरे पलाको पे सितारों को साज़ा जीने लगा हू बस अब तेरे सासो के दरमियाँ . English Translation (Some what):-  It’s not possible to get, faith of your Love But every-time my heart has worshiped just thou only vague Images of you will be left on this red lips of my heart but those peaceful glinting smile of yours is flowing like a poison, pleasingly inside my infidel soul in such an amount that, my molecules are going to dissolve in you Sometime making the dark of “New moon” your kohl even sometime embellishing stars on your feathery eyelid ‘M now just living in between your breath  P.S - Learning Urdu is so much fun and great ! ...