My Funeral

My Funeral....
I want to bury myself in deep, dark coffin of death...
All lifeless, motionless far from all the stress...
No one can catch my soul,
Standing on the door of "HAYAAT"...
Travelling the dry desert to see the dew of grave land...
I laid in my wedding gown,
All dressed up with fragrance and flower,
like a pure virgin bride, to celebrate my last farewell...
All shed sparkling tears on my grave,
But you arrived with a red Gulmohar in your hand...
A line of fade smile was travelling from your eye to lips...
I was waving my hand from the door of posthumonous...
But you were staring my cold, lifeless coffin...
Now its time of unwanted separation,
From life to life, love to love,
And you will find no one in your house of fire...
You light a candle in front of my colorless portrait...
To give me new life in your heart...
The scar of wedding ring on your finger,
Not going to stay any longer...
You blamed me to leave you alone forever,
But before leaving, I gave you a new world of inspiration...
Where I will always be alive,
Will sit on that black couch with handful desire...
Now you can see me, sweet heart...
Through the gleams of soulful fire...

By: kirti Raj......

You and Me...

(You and me)....
Kate's undiscovered memories of her unreal life,
Her house on the broken bridge,
Far from gingerly chaos.
That filthy Sunday morning,
She used to gaze him,
Unevenly naked through the gleams of dew.
He burned his pen in fire,
And ashes of blue ink were floating,
And they were glowing,
Like last flame of each burned cigarette.
There was a book of Shakespeare on his shelf,
With a love inscription written by him.
The room was full of aromatic smell of coffee,
Spilled on the table.
There was a broken piano,
near the porch,
Where they used to dance,
On that prisoned tune.
Once he wrote a divine story,
On her body and curled with kisses.
But she never felt his skin,
Smelled him and kissed his breath.
She wanted to grope him,
With love and affection.
Out of that unreal book.
They were only the characters of a story,
Without breath and flesh,
But they unleashed their limits,
And drowned completely in supernatural insanity..
By: kirti raj 

Singing sand of war

(Singing sand of war)

Singing sand of war
Oozing from the peeling sky
Plucking each light
And tuning my guitar...

Some astonishing star
And few blood war
Lit up all souls
On every hungry harbour...

Some dread weapons
Performed by every saint and painter
And figment of new theatre
Sparkle on every street
Dancing with fearless feet...

Singing sand of war
We killed all astonished star
Owner of penance land
And some broken wall...
By: kirti raj....

Women

women...
"I am a goddess of supernatural divinity
created this whole universe
stars and galaxy".

"I am a mother
blessed with a boon
to give birth of human cocoon".

" I am a mistress of kingdom's territory
sometime seductress and pure sultry
touch of my skin
light your passionate destiny
and a queen of pleasurable agony".

" I am a pure virgin
like a white swan
decorated with rituals
dancing on water with falling sky".

" I am a lover of my magician
and wife of a fisherman
overly possessive sometime
and images of your breathing frame".

" I gave this human
all the emotions
I have infinite faces
always behind every races
and trophy of scarifying success".

" I am a mother of nature
and daughter of creation
lover of passion
and companion of seduction".

"i am itself a destruction
and carrying a power of invention
I am nothing
which melts by heat
moistoined by water
i am your half soul
my name is women".
by: kirti raj

Dream Box...

The Trip

THE TRIP...

ye frustration hai bhai....

ye frustration hai bhai
ye baat samajh na aai
aadi raat tak daftar key panno mein uljhay rahna
waqt bahakar dil kay kamro ko khali rakhna
akelaypan ki chaar diwari
aur kandho par ye zimmedari
ye frustration h bhai
ye baat samajh na aaai

sandwich burger aur beer bar
roti kay sang nhi ab maa ka dular
ristey natay bhul gaye hai
tiyohar bhi ab karobar
badal dia is daur ney humko
aur kho dia apna sanskar
ye frustration h bhai
ye baat samajh na aai

kahne ko hum bade ho chuke
rone ko ab na taiyar
dard chupaye dil mein rahte
aur emotions ka ye atyachar
dost sare collagues ban chuke
aur pyare boss ki fatkar
ye frustration h bhai 
ye baat samajh na aai

movie, masti aur awargi
bhata nhi ye sab bhi yar
shor gul aur ye sannata
sukun pane ki ye darkar
dhoond- dhoond kar thak gya hun
aur aanko mein na ninday char
sannata ek bhitar h mere
aur bahar ka ye jhoota pyar
ye frustration bhai
ye baat samajh na aai

khud say bebaak ye ladai
nakli parchai bhi saath hai aai
kyu mere swarth ka patra h ye
aur inke khohlay pan ki nib hun mai
ye jhoota jiwan ye nakli chola
kab na jane mere andar samaei
ye baat samajh na aai
ye frustration hai  bhai.

ye baat samajh na aai.....