BAKO-ISKI

I once saw a picture

Feet swollen with elephantiasis...

Take a saw hack them off!

Well, they keep me grounded.

Above the clouds my friend

All these banal emotions mate

And they procreate

Hybrid, yes, mutated children

Come down with rain water

I don’t feel like the second man

I don’t feel more

I feel less

It’s ‘cooler’ like that

Wait

‘Meaningful’

Ah! Tossed between two

Hot and cold

Dark and light

Yes and no

There is one

Because

There is another

If only absurdity had another.
but then there is BAKO-ISKI.

raat ka safar

sooraj ke nikalne se dhalne tak
ek din tamaam hojata hai,

aur pehli saans se akhri tak
ek puri zindagi...

bachpan subha hai
ladakpan duphairi
jawani shaam
aur budhapa gehraati raat

har ek din puri zindagi ki maanind chadhta hai
aur raat maut ki tarha chupa deti hai

har raat mera bistar meri kabr ban jaata hai
aur saher hotey hotey meri maa ki koke

Par is raat ke safar mein jo khwaab aatey hain unka kya?

kya maut bhi ek lamba, betuka, uljha hua khwaab hai?