OH GOD, LOVE SO GOOD, THAT I NEVER WANNA BE IN LOVE FOR LIFE! ( song)

I tried to get morphed into your world and then I fell into your disguise

I got blinded by that tall side, don't pity me, I got the karma of my choice

How long could we couple it, when we just both needed to jump? 

Jump in the, hell of the hell I did to both of us, 

Barricaded you into my sight & pushed you so well, 

So you couldn't evenly properly lie . 

 I was so naive, in my heart I build a blazing paradise, 

When I knew I would be soon burning in the pyre of my life. 

God damn, you look so fine, 

I wanna have you but not tonight, 

Can I kiss you, can I kill you? till we say our last goodbye 

And then you called me, called me in and called me out- side

But I got shrunk in the look of your fatal eyes 

And I couldn't walk outside

I was gone by that time

And you were so relieved by the look of that sight

Oh god, love so good, that I never wanna be in love for life

Oh god, love so good, that I never wanna be in love for life 

Oh god, love so good, that I never wanna be in love for life 

~~~ 

For life for life, for life, for life, 

Oh god love so good, I wish I killed you before that fight.

Oh god, love so good, that I never wanna be in love for life.

Oh god, love so good, that I never wanna be in love for life

Oh god, love so good, that I never wanna be in love for life 

Oh god, love so good, that I never wanna be in love for life 

~~~ 

For life for life, for life, for life, 

Oh god love so good, I wish I killed you before that fight.

Oh god, love so good, that I never wanna be in love for life.

That I wish I killed you ohhh before there fight. 

All those texts, all those love sheets burning by my side

All those emails, I wish I never sent you when I was crying

All those people, who loved you and hated me, all this time

Are now telling me, that , this is how we end up in life.

Oh god, love so good, that I never wanna be in love for life

Oh god, love so good, that I never wanna be in love for life 

Oh god, love so good, that I never wanna be in love for life 

~~~ 

For life for life, for life, for life, 

Oh god love so good, I wish I killed you ohhhh, before that fight.

Oh god, love so good, that I never wanna be in love for life.

That I wish I killed you ohhh before there fight.

 

Oh god love so good, I wish I killed you ohhh,  before that fight.

Oh god, love so good, that I never wanna be in love for life.

That I wish I killed you ohhh before there fight.

& buried you on the grave of my sinister crimes. 

Leeza 

PRIMAL FEARS मूलभूत डर

1) The fear to pursue is primal,

 the fear to create is for writers. 

2) behold the Christ, let him die , by the Bible of being and Beethoven. 

3) Intellectual drought and intellectual narcissism are the two brothers of same mother, 

who is intellectual and of different fathers, 

who both are dead and desolated. 

4) Priest says to perpetrator - do you believe in God? 

As if he himself does. 

The perpetrator replies- I genuinely do, but I only believe in crimes committed by God, in the form of poverty, war, animosity and patriarchy. 

5) Garb of God, is blind, 

Garb of the devil, rest in his mind. 

6) PRIMAL FEARS OF FATALITY IS THE COST WE PAY FOR NOT LIVING FULLY AND NOT COMMITTING GENUINELY. 

Leeza

ONLY MEN DIES, THE ANIMAL PERISHES सिर्फ इंसान मरता है ,जानवर नष्ट होता है |

सिर्फ इंसान मरता है ,जानवर नष्ट होता है |

1) The juggernaut of intellectual association of our end, makes our end - dismal, lucrative, and ingenuine with the intention that lack intent , inherently. 

2) Only man dies, the animal perishes and woman persists in their attainment of Demise. 

3) Death used to fascinate me, now I feel it has befriended me. 

4) All my life, I have been amused by the idea, to Die, never knowing that life is a death's game. 

5) Life and death used to be lovers, separated by the God's decision , that one comes only after the other and never together.

Without life, death is not possible and without death, life has no meaning. 

Leeza 

CUT THE CHASE OR THE CHOICE

1)It's is blasphemous to breathe with all the bogus bills that pass these days for Opportunistic vote bank politics.

2) Poverty is not always penury, but if we don`t have deep pockets, we would suffer with poverty of choice , ultimately. 

3) Waves of madness over waves of sadness is the way to do it. 

4) It's a marathon not a sprint, but only if I sprint through my marathon years. I would be able to get through it.

5) There is no better technique than doing and failing, doing & failing better & ultimately doing & not failing. 

6) Contemplation is the hobby of a slog. 

7) There is no freedom of choice there is only freedom of struggle, that we choose. 

THE INTERSECTIONAL CELEBRATIONS OF SOCIETAL CONTROL - SATIRE

THE INTERSECTIONAL CELEBRATIONS OF SOCIETAL CONTROL

We live in a type of society that hates making love to people, but loves bombing other nations. There is more modesty attributed to suicide bombers than to consensual intimacy. What is considered immodest is talking about rape, sexual assault, and harassment, but what is considered modest is silencing one’s voice when reporting them. What is celebrated is abstaining from intimacy before marriage, but what is considered disgraceful is not having children within two years of marriage, and what is not allowed is not trying to conceive again if you had a girl child , for the first time .

WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU WOULD?

what doesn`t kill you will make you join a cult , that nobody knows about ,

 so you go ,

 bathe in blood & few bones from the ages of satire and red gem stones , 

that they throw  , 

so you take, an oath at that cult of choices , that once gave you chances 

Chances to fail and fear without noises, 

the fulcrum of feats that they lost now 

but you are the leader of that cult and that eccentric town. 

What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger

When you want to be softer and calmer

What doesn't kill you, makes you sophisticated

When you want to wiser and nicer,

What doesn't kill you makes you go around in circles

And come back with axes in the middle of the mayhem

To kill your emotions , to kill the constant dialogue 

What doesn't kill you makes you kill everyone 

What doesn't kill you makes you cautious in sight 

Cautious enough to never fully commit & try. 

So you let them kill yourself instead, 

Once with a blade, so you could see the Incision

Wide open, The gore of the battle was crimson & vicious 

And the act was the commitment of a crime scene that felt so audacious. 

So I can kill them and my anathema of the versions I have created of them in my mind

I am a writer and I write to desperately & indefinitely die 

But I chose to sleep instead, so they can kill me easily at least this very time 

No marks and no incision Of any kinds  

But they don't some how, what a missed opportunity to get the false crown . 

Guns in my bag and knives in my stack

All to kill myself, all to kill the versions of my better halves who make my worst self to come Out ? 

Not even eventually but constantly, everyone now then, 

Who to decide? 

Who to get the headgear of this insolent  pride? 

What did't kill them , 

Made them atrocious about our fights

That happened long ago

And I can see those too because I am the fan of what ifs in my mind 

I love the potential, 

but I am so afraid to even once be arduous enough to ever try

All this hurt but I never once cried

All this disgust but all my sleeps are fine 

To not end up together but not even never deny , 

It didn't kill me

It didn't treat me fine

Am I the wrong guy? 

Am I really into him this time ? 

But was I ever into any single one of them? 

So Let me write poems about my muses

I have lost the count of my bruises

Inherent stalemate, deadlock in their eyes

All my loses were some time before wise - vice choices, but no one has really been on my  choose list. 

Till the end of my lifetime

I think I am the lost daughter of an American Singer

You love or hate her 

Am I the Taylor Swift of 2029?

Because like her I don't have any partners in my craft or in crime. 

But I am afraid to be like her, 

all this damn time

What doesn't kill you, 

Comes back! Fool around and never really admit ! 

That killing is an immortal act and jail is not a career choice of bliss  

What doesn't kill you, 

Make you wake up in a psychiatric ward , 

What doesn't let you live, 

Would haunt you for your bloody life & make you starve Of course. 

There is no point of this damn life , 

But I see nothing really to ring a bell in my mind, 

So I join the cult , the cult of contentment

But I hear the Carcasses of insane rise 

From the graves , where gentlemen cries

From The gardens , where landlord loses their only child, 

From the place, where God is ungrateful to watch out the mediocrity of this mankind . 

A man is a man, a lady is a lady, 

A maniac is a maniac, an occultist is an occultist

But I am a poet, and I act like a prisoner

When I want to be a human, but I feel like a caged bird with lost sight . 

Where are my specs? 

Where are your honey truths sounding more like lies? 

What doesn`t kill you would make you own a cult very later in life, 

& then kill everyone of those who once joined , before the clock strikes 2:09.

But Let me at least properly try

Before killing everyone of these guys  

And change the augur this very time

So they don't put me in the asylum of assumptions

Where all my past lovers are my passion projects and potential guides

That leave me, on the foot steps of our very last fight. 

I wanna run, but I really wanna try

I wanna stand still, but can I please die? 

What doesn't kill you, 

Would put you in a long coma 

But what doesn't make you feel right in your gut 

Will surely make you silence your empathy & sit with your alchemist mind for a very long time 

Brooding the purposes of marriage & consummation when ultimately we all have to tolerate each other & die. 

So you would  develop a passion around your relationships and possible life what ifs 

And simultaneously forget to process the grief and forever pine , 

Sitting in the canopy of the pine tree

Loving your books & hating the boys 

" To be what you really wanted to be "

But all you ever wanted to be was the real choice of one damn guy . 

A worthy ideal that someone would try for, 

That something would die for

But isn't this a partial lie? 

Because the list is long and the line is longer 

So you pick and choose the best like your mother

But when you feel heard

All your pride dwindles

The wind settles in and the trees smile. 

The wind will take us away

The wind will clear our stay. 

What doesn't kill you, 

Would make you alive , 

From the graves of ghosts that you tamed for a while

What doesn't kill you, 

Makes you taste life twice and dine 

Even when it tastes sour and sweet at the very same time 

So you wanna run , like you are an abandoned child

What doesn't kill you 

Will be your weapon in disguise 

Will be your night in shining armor

Will be your friend in crowded corners. 

But the fact remains the same 

what doesn't kill you 

Will bleed in your skin & your bones for sometime,

to ultimately turn you into a great poet even without trying. 

What doesn't kill you,  

Would make them comeback to you ,

for you to eventually realize

That , none of them was ever worth your time.

Making you turn All Sacrosanct & bonafide.

Leeza

THE ALCHEMY OF SEPTEMBER

THE ALCHEMY OF SEPTEMBER

 

All my winter love commit suicide 

They burn so bright and die so quiet 

But you feel like the sunlight of the spring 

So I want to hold you tight

And this feel so right 

For now , somehow , maybe forever , oh my dearest lover 

Let me kiss you for hours , touch your face , in this dreamy weather 

You feel so warm, So calm , yet this love feels so wild 

even when you incur the disgraces of your un-productivities 

You belong to me, by my side 

You belong to me

I want to smile and kiss you goodbyes , to see you again in my dreams

You came to me like a fresh breeze of rain in September 

I still remember all our Septembers

but you were born in October, like a wild tamed flower 

You are the perfect start to all my autumns

You make me feel so much with so little

You go nowhere, you look at me stranded

And make me feel why was I so guarded ?

I am sorry for all of my atrocities 

I can never say no to all my damned curiosities 

You are my best friend in both words and action 

 I know you feel insecure and you have uncertainties

But I know you don`t fool around,

 I can feel your intentions are safe and sound

But I don`t want to hear about them tonight

I wanna see those in your eyes and in your ways 

Kiss me hard , kiss me hard , to make me cry 

So I can forget all my heart breaks and bad goodbyes and say 

I like you before I ever loved you ,

Its march and its raining again and we are in love since forever , 

Let me say this

I was so barricaded , when you gave me all that you have

A shoulder to cry, a heart to fail, a heart to fall

Be my lover, be my friend, but more than that, 

be by my side , I don`t wanna get weary of your ease

meet me late, but meet me to stay

meet me enough , so we can figure out our ways 

I like how you do that, I like how well you communicate,

I admire your patience, I admire your tragedies

Let me paint kisses around all the scars the world gives you

Let me write verses on our foreplays

Let me be your lover , let us be each other`s endgames

And let me confess this again, Even when we fight ,

 I would like you to stay 

Leeza

AN ORANGE SKY

ORANGE SKY

It rained and it rains
Eventually it fell down to my grave
The sorrow screams and the street lights dim
It rains and lets the water flow in my veins
I drink my wine
I stare at my skin at those stains
As it rains
But what about the sky before it eventually decides to weep its way ?
THE ORANGE SKY

The orange sky before it rains
I like looking up
Or just being there
The Crepuscular rays makes me feel the augur of something new
I feel the onset of the forthcoming downpour
And it turns my mundane day feeling like I am travelling like in a train
The orange in the sky, same as the smile in all of my cries
Makes my stomach feel the nostalgia of narcissism fade away
If I would be born again
I want to be born the days of orange skies and bylines


Put me in the casket of a basket and clean my ankles when I play
The Time is always between 4 and 5
And the days feel a little sweeter
I feel like hugging my mother, for longer
I feel like drinking tea one after another
It has not rained yet

The orange sky want to wait for me today
Color my agonies into solace
The reassurances have past 6 ,
The Ominous orange sky is at ease now
Rayleigh scattering is sulking all our pains away
A tea for my mother , tea for me ,
A tea for my late grandmother and aunty
I like it here , I like this day

The Eerie orange light waits , before saying goodbye
For me and for the dreams of an  insane
Sitting across the street of Peru
What a coincidence
La Nina on our ways
But I just want to Fletcherize more
To let the moments stay
The orange sky speaks to me
In spanish and I don't get it's ways
But I feel the poetry of mundane
I hear the clamour of the third tea being made
And the prattle of kids talking on the lanes of the drive away
Feels like childhood, marks of adolescence on my palm
Childhood has taken my age today
I am in my cradle now
Feels delightful, the EUDAIMONIA of Dorian Gray
The month is March, date says the 30 th, near to its end
The orange sky looks fading away
But the dusk-lit sky makes me reflect all my past plays
It goes and it vanishes under the clouds of weight
So now it rains and it rains ,
And I went in my room , to read book or two,
As the day looks the same ,
The amber sky is my seasonal best friend and I will wait for its dawn
Its doesn`t speak to me , in rush or in cacophonies
The genesis of the orange sky, paint my skin pink ,
I feel nostalgia in non wistful ways
Oh my orange sky , don`t die away
Oh my amber sky, let me convey
Oh my golden sky, when I was an only child , I went for you to play
Oh my orange sky ,I know you married your lover torrential rain.

LOVE IS A FATAL DISEASE

1) Let me love you , I love you , oh can I love you , am I allowed to love you , and talk to you , sheer non sense , sheer necessity .

2) Everything you do is from the place of fear and depravity , expecting abundance and courage  & that`s your folly my friend. 

3) Anyone who fear failures has mustn't incurred the regret of not trying.

4)There are some who can overcome most prejudices, 

there are a few who can overcome prejudices that benefits them ,

and there are almost non who give up the privileges concentrated with their prejudices that ease them but most ease their social quotidian to build a respectable reputation

Leeza

GOSPEL OF ILLIAD

1) After a point we rot our own life, in some ways, on most days .

2) The interregnum of post life catharsis does not involve death,
But does include re birth.

3) If I will die , in any sense
I will die, as a insane
And I will live, in any sense
I will live,  in my brain
And that's the reality of my pain
And that's the imagination of my Achilles illiad.

4) I fail to understand
That how I was born to fail enough
And I fail to comprehend
That I have only succeeded after failing enough.

5) Euthanize my will to live,
And prioritize my will to die,
Suggest me a movie to end my day
So I could escape life in sleep after I get weary of myself
But when I wake up again
Give me tea , most profoundly
To sustain the incur of this incident
That when my parents procreated
I was the only one who was born as an accident.

Leeza

I BURNOUT TO BELIEVE I CAN

1) The moment of instant departure from your forever longing would come many times
Leave my friend leave
No longing has to be forever
It ends once it ends

2) There is no courage in reliving the same innuendos of time again and again
Catharsis takes places when we wear the masks of obtrusive ambitions
And maddening desire and swing ourselves
To get it,
Everyday in every way.

3) Burnout, exhaustion and fatigue are not Failures
But my three dearest friends
I burnout better to recover better 

To come back to my other two friends rejuvenation and vitality. 

4) When the break become tedious
Come back to all your callings ,
Your yearning would be waiting there,
All intact and opulent to undress, from the very starting

5) I have to be a Satiricist everytime to get through it right
But I have to be a human, first to make everyone feel right,
So I chose to be a poet, to make myself feel right,
But I felt like banging my head against the wall of all my vernaculars
To upheald my emotions in line , tabular
And all my friends thought I was an amateur
But my writing speak my interests were always cosmologically secular. 

Leeza

LET ME UNALIVE MY FAILURE

1) Death is a utopia to living because when you are dead you can no more be critical of it because you are just dead. 



2) The ontological void of the matrix should not be fathomed but should only be riveted at. 

3) All my Innuendos are undeviating my innumerable failed attempts at trying to live a rational life . 

4) My Transcendental being sits on the grass beneath the sun and procreate peace , while my rational self sells her soul to sit on the work desk disposing tasks to others. 

5) What are the ramifications of an unlived life ? - I asked
Self condemnation stirred with fantasies of afterlife – she said. 

Leeza

INTIZAR KAR RHE, IQTIDAR AB MERE

Intizar kar rhe, kayde mere ab mere sad rhe

Intizar aag hai, jasba Mera ab khak hai

Vakt ko barbad kiye, be vakti se kudh ko aabad kiye

Intizar kar rhe, iqtidar ab mere

Dekh tu mujhe yaha, har gunha kar ansuna 

Kamli Mera jee Hua, kalam badh har siyasi Hua

Noor sa ye Jahan, ab lage tanha tanha

Shahnshah gaddi Hua, mulazim Matti hua 

Intizar kar rhe, intiminan ab kyu kare?

Karkhane jal rhe, mazdoor bhi bigad rhe

Falsafe nakam kiye, farmane manzar ka anzam diye

Intizar kar rhe, iqtidar ab mere

Chahate ab zard hai, mumalik ab na mujhpar koi fard hai

Kaid hi Mera ghar hai, aazadi se mujhe ab darr hai

Kab talak mai chalu, chal chalu khair mai. 

Pashchim mujhe awwaz de, pukar le, fir chahe marde 

Purab mujhe udhar de, hath de ya sath de

Aarzu ko tang ke, ajnabi chalsaz kiye

Intizar kar rhe, iqtidar ab mere. 

Ubal hai malal hai ye itvar ka sal hai

Uchal hai kya hal hai umeed rakhna har hai

Half ko harf de, harf ko tu de hara

Hara de tu intizar ko, iqtidar ko tu de jeeta

Kaayda tu tod de, saltanat hi chodh de

Hath ka ye mail hai, ibtida hi jail hai

Kar guzar, ya guzar de

Zindagi ko aaine mai utar de

Intizar kar rhe, iqtidar ab mere 

Iqtifaq na rhe, tu Mera har dafa rhe 

Dastan mai dua rhe, tu Mera gwah rhe 

Ishq kar ya na kar, intizar tanha kar

Darsal tu bass wafa kar, safar Mera tu na tabah kar. 

Jane de, ab Jane de, mujhe uttar ki Orr Jane de 

Kheech mat, thamle, Daskshid mujhe veerane de 

Kuch nye deewane de, unn deewano ko mastane de

Parvane de, Dastane de, par ab mujhe pachtane de

Iqtidar ab mere, intizar kar rhe 

Kar rhe kyu intizar ? 

Chahte hai kyu izahar? 

Ishq ko arsa Hua, mai mara, fir zinda Hua. 

Fann Mera, farzi Hua

Falsafa, fitrat hua

Ishq ke intizar mai, iqtidar ki har mai, 

Intizar kar rhe, iqtidar ab mere. 

Leeza

KAB TAK BHAGU MAI APNE JEEVAN SE?

Kab tak bhagu mai apne jeevan se ?
Kab tak ye jeevan mujhse bhagta hai?
Jeene ka ek bahana mujhe tu dede,
Varna roz marna to ab mera kayda hai

Tu chah mat ban meri,
Par dhadhas banker to aa kabhi
Kabhi mai tujhe dekh ke muskura lu,
Kabhi mai tujhe geet sa gungunalu

Shukravar rat ka khalipan mujhe
somvar tak chaba jata hai
Jab kam nhi mere jeevan mai
To Jeevan Samajh mujhe kam aata hai

Kyu jodu mai kudhko ek niyam se ?
Kyu kaydo ne ki  meri itni barbadi hai?
Daftar tak to tha theek mai
Par ghar aana na mere liye ab kafi hai

Baithata mai nadi kinare
Kabhi mere kinare nadi baithati hai
Vo vrish mujhe yuh ghoorta hai
Jaise ki maine ki koi gustakhi hai

Likhna chahu mai bahut kuch
Par sare lafz mujhpar ab bhari hai
Bhagu kaha mai , kiss orr mai jaau?
Kya bhag jana bhi ab kafi hai?

Jangalo ke beech , ghass ke neeche
Hawa bhi mujhtak na pahuch pati hai
Kiwar bedh kar mai, aaram pana chahu
Par aaram bhi lagta ab fasi hai

Kya mai likhu , kyu mai likhu ?
Likhna bhi lagta ab to chalbazi hai,
Bistar par tek matha apna
Takiyo ko banaye sirhana apna

Kiss intazar mai hu mai?
Aur kaun hai mere intazar mai?
Talash karne mai kudh ko nikalti  jab panno par?
Tab panno par dikhti bass udasi hai?

Vedna hi itni aseem hai,
Ki jeev kyu ye jeevan jiye ,
Ram nam satya jiska ,
vahi to santush hai priy .

uske liye udas ham ,
jo udas nhi kisi ke liye,
mrityu ek tyohar hai,
mrit hona to ek suvichar hai.

Yudh ho ya ho kalah,
Manushay hi gunehgar hai
Bhagta vo khudse door
Satya use asweekar hai

Yatna shivir uska makan hai
Vedna uska aahar hai
guzare lamho ki yad mai
aaj vo barbad hai

ant ki aas mai
anant tak vo htash hai
kyu tu jeevan se bhaag rha
kyu tujhe mrityu ki lalkar hai?

jeev tu शरणार्थी hai
paripak nhi abhi teri Kranti hai
dharti tera basera nhi
dharti tera aakhiri dera nhi

asthayi hai , asthayi
mrityu se pahle ki gyi sari karwahi
sahsa tu hi andhera hai
sahsa tu hi sawera hai

mat bhag tu jeevan se,
jeevan ko bhagne par majboor kar
jo hota hai vo ho jane de
tu jeev hai tu hi kuch maloom kar.

Leeza

THE DEATH OF ENSEMBLE

THE DEATH OF ENSEMBLE

When I die  

let me die, don't weep the world I have created or

The trees I loved or

The sky I looked at

Or the school kids that have smile on their faces even after having 3 consecutive days of tedious classes

Do bury my body

Or cremate me steady

But if you wanna live

Live me through the coffees you drink

The chocolates you eat

The articles you read

And the poems you write

It is young to be 23

And write death Poetries 

But who knows when will we all pass away?

Who decides the skies that sleep near grave?

I don't, you don't, the chancellor don't nor do the chief

Death is a gift, take it with a pinch of mourning but more of self realisation

That permanence is a sham

And immortality is no endgame

Evanescent is the only truth

I wanna die and get buried besides those lilies

Where the sun shines and the rain falls 

And the clouds strife to talk to me about that random Tuesday. 

People come and people go, 

You read my poems to relate to it through

But we would never get accustomed to the yearning of our motherland 

But I wanna still live in my childhood , when I was an ignorant maniac. 

I hope I was Anne Frank or her best friend, atleast

I hope Mahsa Amini was my neighbor 

So I could feel the loss of my life

And not practice compassion fatigue every time, I hear a news on the radio of some women dying in genocide . 

But when I die , 

Don't mourn me , 

I really feel that I was on this earth by some lacunae , 

Maybe God send me to check if all the devils are still alive? 

Blasphemous as I am 

Incompetent and Infamous as I

Give me back my diary

All the poems I write, should not be read publicly, cause I am still a juvenile. 

The world seems crumbling

And hell looks peaceful every time 

Don`t give me that newspaper , don`t open that damn tv , close that radio

I don`t wanna witness another bloodbath or a women crying for his son

Let me sleep , one night peacefully 

At least lemme peacefully cry ,

And we are told to strive, to be successful, to be the champions of our fate, 

sitting in one corner of the world, are we fortune or morally fatal, at this young age?

Why I feel so helpless and so relieved

That it wasn't me and it wasn't my damn family

But do I really want to live for the hope of it getting better? 

When all I could see is everything getting worse and shatter?

Am I just aware or am I living in one hell of the time? 

When will this decade end, when will I would feel bloody fine without blood clots in my mind? 

I don't want to see another day, but I still don't want to die, 

But when I hear the sounds of the bombs on the damn tv, I feel the sky is crying. 

They do say , everything is a debacle in another hemisphere , 

Because they practice so and so religion ,

And we should not worry because ours is peaceful and reverent ,

And we are destined to be born in one such 

And then they watch their favorite sports and play with colors 

but here I am sitting numb, feeling nausea in my gut ,

and emotional exhaustion till I sulk 

brain fog , emotional clotting and remorse in between meals

food is not food anymore,

war mongering is no more a crime 

my nation is so great , it is so non aligned ,

at least our leaders would protect us , so can I  sleep peacefully this time?

Bloody red, is my nation the next to be crucified?

Do I have oil, or barricade, but please don't take away my books and my pens because I read.

I wanna write, I wanna ascribe , poems of peace , hope and health for my soldiers 

I don't stand with any side, all I want to be is apolitical for all damn times. 

But I can't be, 

Malala be my friend, 

Mahsa I am sorry for what you went

Anne can I be still make amends ?

Years have passed and I still feel the same 

War is for no good cause and no grounds are changed

I hope you all live long enough in the heaven and never come back here

Peace is a word, peace is what world leaders , fear,

A bloody night mare

I hope we don't go for another war , 

I am terrified of arms and ammunitions, 

I am off beaten to the paths of being a living evidence of all the unsuccessful military operations

But I really wanna be dead. 

Demise is a calm thought 

No explosives and No torpedoes here I my room ,

All the misfortunes end when I can't feel a nerve in my body 

So cannot live to see my loved ones die. 

Not a feeling left to feel gruesome or annoyed, 

To feel petulance or pine

To live for the hope of it all,

Or to anticipate the end of my mourns

Faith in my fears and fear in my faiths would end the day I expatriate 

Learn, and unlearn for a while, relearn and master all my climbs , for the generational suicide

I live in a world where I am their destiny's child 

Because good riddance shall come to me only when I will die. 

Leeza

FRITTER AWAY

1) Isolation would comfort you in ways in which reassurance would never.

2) for haven sake`s tell me that my endeavor matters! 

3) all my pursuits are related to curiosity and interpretations and i like frittering it away like this , only. 

4) My feral tendencies are the quackery of my escapist urgency.

5) when death would come to take me away , I would be oblivious to its arrival and mostly to my post death rituals and that my friend is a relief. 

LEEZA 

WORLD CLASS 2026

1) if the world looks fine to you , maybe you should rinse you eyes and your judgement , too

2) happy new year , its 2026 and we are living a times of complete crises and absolute turmoil, my friends , cheers. 

3) because everyone is fighting , we don`t need to fight, we can observe them or or learn from them or simply exist doing our quotidian. 

4) do you want to discuss geopolitics with me or you wanna procreate ?

but i don`t wanna bring my offspring in this debacled world. 

So let's talk. 

LEEZA 

WORLD IS BURNING [Satirical Poem]

WORLD IS BURNING [Satirical Poem]

The world is burning,
Where is my lighter?

They say put a bucket of water
Or use the fire extinguisher,
Call the fire station immediately. 

But I see no fire.
There is a war going on. 

What war? I couldn’t see anything.

Are your parents fine?
Because mine are sleeping.

Are they breathing?
Yes, they are.

Where is the war?
Open the door.

Where is the key?
Here it is.

I heard Iran is burning.
But it’s far.

Yes in middle East 

US bombed it.
But what about Indians in both countries?

The PM would help.
Oh yes, our PM.

Oh, the lady is crying in downtown.
What happened?
His son studies medicine in Russia. 

The man had a stroke.
Why?
“His kid is in Mexico and riots broke out.”

Oh. 

How can I help?
How can I stop the crash-out?

Sorry My parents are calling me, 

I need to go. 
They are worried.

The headline says Indian Muslims would be killed.
Where can they hide?

My friend Sameena is crying,
Her cousin is in Iran.

Mom, I am going to Sameena.

The Iran President is killed.
Who killed him?

Israeli strikes. Trump tweeted.

Is it satire?
Don’t ridicule — it’s serious.

Very serious indeed. 

Oh, Iran is free?
Women can do what they want,
Wear or not wear hijab.

I agree to disagree.

The stock market crashed.
It’s February 28th,2026.

The end of start

Start of what? 

2026

A man predicted everything would come to end in 2026,

A perfect end indeed. 

The world is burning.
Give me a damn of water
So we can bring the floods
And put the fire off.

I Can't. 

Why? 

Let it burn, let it burn.
What?

My father has to go to office.
He has to take his bottle of water.
We can’t waste water.

My mother will clean utensils
So she can cook food.

And what about drinking water?

But the kids in Gaza are hungry.

Then why aren’t forest dwellers of Aravalli
Doing hunger strikes for their rights?

Because they are already starved, Mom.

Oh — give your father his tiffin and water.

Goodbye, Dad.
Bring me that book I told you about yesterday.

What is its title? 

Why globalization works? 

But the world is burning.

It will get used to the heat.
Let it.

Mom, I am making tea
To read with the newspaper.

What is the word of the day , LEEZA? 

Mom, it says
The word of the day is —
Inferno. 

LEEZA

( I condemn all wars) 

THE BUTTERFLY DEFECT

1) being a palindrome in the world full of oxymorons

2) Classic conundrum of choices end the moment we choose what we truly despise. 

3) My love for stability has come from standing alone in the storms of infallible qualm in my head.

4) Skepticism is only a crown for those who find peace prosaic .

5) I feel crapulous and critical and daintingly undesirable in the world full of conformist buffoons and gullible morons.

Leeza 

CRIMES OF CATASTROPHES

CRIMES OF CATASTROPHES

There are times of ecstasy and there are crimes of jealousy

That we all do commit but don't count

Are you capable enough to initiate a proceeding and charge my soul to rest

And my senses to address when I commit such crimes of honesty?

Seizure me in a room , faint light of babylon

Sun shines, Meadows of fortunes

Don't look by, or deny the rumours of our envy

We are here to try all in our capacities. 

If you would lie, I would too deny

But this could either work our way or cut our pays

If we did admit our ventures of adventures to everybody

So never speak a word , about our personalities. 

Night time or day crimes of juvenile tragedies can cost us heavy

So let me be your lead and you be my most earnest follower

In trance of france, this is our very last chance

To Savour the age of romance. 

 

23 is too young, but I want to sit behind that sea

Feel the air in my hair, and you do wanna touch the grass

Ride the back of the horse and smile through my way

Let me experience how does it feel to loose my celibacy. 

God is dead and all the devils are on our way

When we make love or rehearse the scenes of senses

Freud was right, death is vile

When charms of chastity are subdued after a long exile. 

The look in your eyes, says it`s all

Don't waste a word to wither away the clock

Limited time, limitless crimes, 

This is the hour of intimacy that arrives after decades of confines. 

Dent my daisy and let me whine in between

The glasses may shatter, and the keys would scatter

The Secrets of our mystery should say the same

Till the dawn of desire breaks to envy our wild gains. 

Prime time, nine crime , Los Angeles to Lancashire

You stay mine, car rides at places of sexual satires 

Whiskey on the rocks , breeze of Birmingham on our way

If we crash, we would die, as they say, 

Too wild to get handled by anyone's mercy

Do the business and do it quietly

Damned if we don't,

damned if we commit the crimes of felony.

Shun the instrumentals, get straight to the base

Subsidiaries take away my damn sanity

Sins of insanity are always committed by fools of facilely

Crimes are not crimes anymore, when committed by me.

Leeza

IQBALE-INQALAB

Mere inqalab ka falsafa ban tu
Mere insaf ka ban Tu aaina
Tu kashmakash mai kash ban yu
Ki ban jaau mai tera sara jahan
Sara jahan mai yuh banu
Aur tu bane mera kalma
Mere kalme ka haraf ban tu
Ki tere halaf par ho jaau mai fannah! 

Fannah mai yuh hou ki kudha bhi ho meharban
Tu siyahi de apne surme ki mujhe udhar yuh
Ki mai use kalam band kardu
Tu kirdar de apni ruh ka mujhe
Aur mai kudhko gunehgaar karar kardu
Mai kasab banu aazab ka
Aur mai tujhe nakshe byan kardu
Har uss shaqs par jisne tujhe haqir bana diya
Mai unhe tujhpar kurban kardu
Aur kardu kurban ye sari duniya
Kayamat se nadamat tak. 

Jo sir teri bandagi Mai na jhuke
Mai Unhe gunehgaar karar kardu. 
Mai unka surte hal behal kar du
Par kya faayda meri deewangani ka? 
Kya faayda mere gam byan karne ka? 
Kya nafa aur kya nuksan iss yarane mai
Jaaha ilham durust na ho
Aur mehboob ko zarf na ho. 

Ye to Ghanimat hai faiz ki
ki ghalib par unki jaan nisar thi
Agar tum par hoti
To aafat, ibadate-surat behal hi hoti
Ishq mai murshid  ham bante
Aur Kaifiyat kudha ke sir anzam Hoti
Jurme syah ham hote
Aur kambakht bandagi anjum mai byan Hoti
Talha ke neeche baith, tanhai-e- gam ham gate
Aur amal ka kayde ki kitabe aage hoti. 

Faiz to faiz the, 
Jaun bhi aap par mar mitate
Kambakht mohabbat marz hi aisa hai
Jiski dawa ghalib bhi jab peekar soe
Par har pahar asar khatam hone par the roe
Aur fannah hone ki chah mai karte Sare- shahgird bhi mukkamal khudhpar sitam, 
Iqbal ka kahna tha aur gulzar bhi kar gye byan
Mohabbat hai  imtihaan hi aisa hai
Jo kar chodhta hai begunah ko qasoore-e- chah mai giraft-e-gam

Tujhe ilham bhi nhi hoga
aur teri jaan ka sadqa khak pada hoga
Tere mehboob ki tasveer ke kinare
Fann tera apni takhte-intehaa par hoga
Aur ruh teri zameen-e- zard hogi
Tu paal mat ishq ka rog
Tu aazad chodhde apna har ek shok
apne hunar ko kar taqseem tu
Mohabbat insani jasba zarur hai
Par insano se karne ka marz nhi

Deewane. 

Tu God mai dede apna sir apne rab ke
Aur beniyaz hoja apne inqalab mai
Apne malik ke tauseefe (admiration) byan mai
Padhde kaseede ban parastar(fan) 
Ki malik bhi kabule 

Tu hi hai Khuda-e-Sukhan(God of poetry) 

Tu hi hai sher -e-zaman(lion of the era) 

Tu hai hai ustade- byan 

Aur tu hi hoga qabile-e- eitibar-har muddate-jahan, 

Jab mozu (subject) ho mohabbat Or insan ho masad-e-nishan (fortunate) 

Leeza

KAR GUZAR

Ishq ka swab bhi chaiye

Aur bichadne ka gam bhi nhi

Wafa ka Karam bhi chaiye

Aur bewafa ka jism bhi

Kya vasuli ka zamana aagya hai

Ishq na hua, makan ho gya

Malik beghar ho gya aur kiraydar sir anjam Ho gya

Ishq ek hisab ho gya, ishq bass ek aazab hogya

Karlo Varna bina kiye bhi marna hi hai

Mohabbat ek sharbat ho gya

Peelo Varna zahar to kadva hi hai,

 rago ko tumahari sadna hi hai

Jaisa bhi ho ab, kar Kara kar nakki karo

Ishq ke nam par nikkah ki bat pakki karo

Chahe ho lagav ya bass dosti ya khush shakal hone ka kalam

Likhkar ise ishq ke diye hue sitam

Ruh ko apni ratti bhar ka karo

Ishq karo ishq karo

Ishq ke parde mai ek dusre ki jhoothi sachi abhivayakti karo

Karo mat bass khyal, koshish aur izzat

Aur Ishq ko badnam karo

Ishq ko itna badnam karo ki bass dard bache aur mohabbat ho Jae aazad

Khol do pinjra aur samet lo vedna

Ye ishq nhi janab

Anna hai

Aazadi ka kalma nhi

Aagaze jeete jee Marne ki saza hai

Ishq ko kardo tum Badnam

Aur khudha se aankh fer lo

Mat Mano malik ki bat

Ana ka parcham zarde mulk zeb do

Ishq ka jihad katdo

Ishq ki lash var do

Mar jane do iss kamtar ahsasat ko

Aur nafrat faila do gulistan mai

Aantank likhdo zarde kalam par

Har quam ke akhlaq par

Aawwame saz par

Ishq ko Dafnado , ya uska murda jala do

Aur agar khak mai bhi bach jae mohabbat ka koi nam O nishan

To use Ganga mai baha do

Taki Ganga punarjanam de paee preeti ka ek nya avatar

Sneh ko chahe mardo ya kardo uska Vinash

Fir vaapas aaegi vo karne manav jeevan ka udhar

Budhi jeevi kahh gye

Mrit ho gye budh

Par khudha na insan ko Mila

 

Na insan mila khudha ko

Mila to bass uzar Mila

Deewane gam ko

Gam ko gam na Mila

Gam ko mili Gila

Gila ko gaflat na mili

Gafkat mili ghalib ko

Ghalib ko gulistan na Milan

Gulistan Mila Ghayal ko

Ghayal ko ghar na Mila

Ghar Mila gunehgar ko

Gunehgar ko gunah na Mila

Gunah Mila to bass aurat ko. 

Vakt tareeq ho gya 

Aur ishq karna vazib ho gya

Kalakar katil ho gya

Aur kasab ho gya din-e- aitbar

Sharia jayaz ho gya

Aur ishq ho gya aakhiri malal

Malal maksad ho gya

Aur jihad hogya halal. 

Dhanyavad

KILL YOUR CURSES

1) People can die in the backgrounds of my life and the least i could do is color my background pink. 

2) All my pursuits are mental and all my retreats are elemental.

3) Only the Sane do satire. 

4) Sometimes enjoying the journey and learning is all one should focus on to withhold life atogether from shattering

5) Choose what you can and write a verse about the rest by leaving it to the universe, or multiverse to kill your curse. 

LET THEM SAY ~ lyrics

Let me die twice and then come back to life
I am a vibe, you can bet on your life
This is fortune, I take the dole of lifeeeeeee
Till we arrive, to the scene
And play
Yyyyyyy
Let them sayyyyyy
Let them shout through their lunges
We would bend our tongues
Sequence our energies
In the universe they screams
Men are gayyyyyy
Yyyyyyyyyy
In Laaaaaaaaaaaaa

There is no way
That we are gonna lose this chance to sleep till late
So we strand our days
All the drinks of the demon are vacant
They would do this and that
To get a reaction out of fossils
But i am decayeeeeed
On the ace of spades

They would rage bait you
To gettttt, ahead of you
Manipulate you, take you away
But you should stay in silences of no word play
If I can give you
One of the advices
I would kick you in one of your night dreams
All my virtues dance with my vices
And this is the collapse of your kindness
So I stayyyyyyyyyy
In my laaaaaane

Leeza

THE JOKE OF JANUARY

1) My pens are not my swords anymore because I don't do violence I only do sense.

2) All my life I wanted to become something and in that process I never lost myself, sticking to my shade of red, agnostic and kind.

3) I know I grew out, parts of me to become who I am, but that 3 rd grade kid was the same as of me now  - unbothered, determined and insane.

4) January , please stop boiling my blood in different shades of red .

5) I am the wisest fool I have ever met, who has unwavering faith in education and no faith in unconditional love, except when it comes to my mother.

6) Exceptions exist only in the form of my mother for me always and forever.

Leeza

DEATH OF FATE

1) It has nothing to do with my fate. It has nothing to do with my rage. It has nothing to do with what I have endured but it's always what I did at the end in the form of action . Always

2) I stopped imagining the ghosts inside my bed and I chose to became one, instead.

 

3) If you think I ever cared , trust me I did once.
But if you think I do now , then you would always see it in my actions.
I always act, I always did.

4) The satan told me last night,
It was always me and my books.

5) Let me burn every piece of mediocrity I bring to the table , though I never did.

6) I envy the ignorant in a disgusting way and I choose to read more, to not become like one.

Leeza 

जंग का मैदान

जंग का मैदान

कह गए बड़े बुज़ुर्ग,

ये जीवन एक खेल है,

मुहाफ़िज़ कई सारे रखो जन्नत ले जाने को,

और हारीफ़ कई दर्ज़न रखो,

जहन्नम में सजाने को।

आपसी रंजिशों में,

मुद्दतें गुज़ार दो,

सितम में जब ग़म बढ़े,

तब इंसान पर इंसान की लाश वार दो।

जंग के मैदान में,

बहन-भावजों को जो तूने क़ुर्बान किया,

किसका मुहाफ़िज़ तू अब बन पाया?

दुश्मन-ए-दीन तू है अब कहलाया?

लहू की चादरों में,

हड्डियों के ढाँचों को कंकाल किया,

क़ब्र पर जो गुलाब वार किए,

उसके काँटे उन्हीं की क़ब्र पर टाँक दिए।

क़ब्र पर जो औज़ार, हथियार किए,

उनको तूने है दफ़नाया?

किसका मुहाफ़िज़ तू बन पाया?

किसको तूने है अपनाया?

शिकस्त दी, शिकस्त दी—

दुश्मन-ए-जान को शिकस्ती दी,

ग़द्दारों को दिया आसरा,

बड़े बुज़ुर्ग कह गए सही,

इंसान किसी का मुहाफ़िज़ न बन पाया,

इंसान, इंसान को महफ़ूज़ न रख पाया।

विश्व-कलह हो या त्रासदी,

दुश्मनी है इंसानों की इंसानियत से ज़्यादती,

चोट है गिरेबान में,

इंसान है शैतान में।

इंसान है इस गुमान में,

एक बहुत बड़े इम्तिहान में,

जंग के मैदान में—

हिंदुस्तान में या पाकिस्तान में।

विश्व युद्ध की कगार में।

बड़े बुज़ुर्ग कह गए सही,

इंसान से बड़ा लाचार कोई नहीं,

इंसान से बड़ा ग़द्दार कोई नहीं।

सौ दलीलों में क़ैद है,

सही करने से डरता,

ग़लत करने को मुस्तैद है।

इंसान की आपसी बैर में,

क़ैद-सा सियार है,

हिरन के शिकार में,

शेर बनाने को तैयार है।

क़ब्र पर क़ब्र वार किए,

न जाने युद्ध में कितने नरसंहार किए,

धरती को कंकाल किया,

अब यूँ श्मशान को भी सुनसान किया।

क्यों बिलख रहा,

क्यों आँसू बहाता है तू?

जब कोई नहीं तुझे शिकस्त देने को,

क्यों नहीं मुस्कुराता है तू?

धरती बंजर है,

भरा पड़ा है क़ब्रिस्तान,

न बारिश होती है यहाँ,

बस फटता है आसमान।

जी ले ऐसी धरती पर,

तन्हा तू ही है इंसान,

क्यों मरने को कारगर है तू,

अब कहाँ गया तेरा जज़्बा-ए-जहाँ? 

जंग के मैदान में,

अब कोई नहीं है तेरा नुमाइंदा,

हिंदुस्तान हो या हो पाकिस्तान।

मुद्दतों तक न होगा

ऐसी धरती का पुनर्निर्माण।

इंसान ने इंसानियत पर

न जाने कितने आघात किए,

बड़े बुज़ुर्ग कह गए—

दुश्मनी से न घर बसे,

दुश्मनी से न जाने

कितने मुल्क ढह गए।

क़ौमों की त्रासदी हुई,

विध्वंस हुआ संसार,

तख़्त पलटे, सत्ताएँ बदलीं,

पर इंसान ने न सही सबक़ याद किए।

रोज़े रखे, ख़ैरात दी,

पैग़म्बर को भले ही याद किया,

हर वक़्त सलाम किया,

दुआ माँगी, अच्छा काम किया।

पर न नेक इरादा रखा,

और कर्मों को क़ायदे से साफ़ किया।

किया तो धर्म के नाम पर,

हर काम को हराम किया,

मज़हब को बदनाम किया,

शरीअत का ग़लत इस्तेमाल किया।

हदीथो की ग़लत तशरीह बाँधी,

गीता से भी न इंसाफ़ किया,

“जिहाद” जिहाद” चिल्लाकर,

न जाने कितने मासूमों को गुमराह किया।

जन्नत के फ़लसफ़े सुनIकर

धरती को जहन्नुमात किया।

Leeza

NAZAM-E- NAFRAT

1) सील दूँ मैं होंठों को और काम ले लूँ
अपने मस्तिष्क से मैं सारे,
जनाज़े भी उठ खड़े होंगे क़ब्र से
अगर नाम ले लूँ मैं
तशद्दुद तेरे सारे।

2) आईने को आग दे दूँ
और लफ़्ज़ों को राख दे दूँ मैं उध।र,
करतब जो मैं अपनी क़ाबिलियत का लगा लूँ
तो लहू-लुहान हो जाए
क़यामत के सारे वार।

3) सरफ़रोशी की आरज़ू न कर तू साईं,
मेरे साथ देने का अंदाज़ ही क़ातिलाना है।
आग़ाज़ कर तू अंदाज़-ए-बयाँ न कर,
जो अंजाम हो गया तो क़ायनात हासिल,
जो न हुआ तो ख़ुदा।

4) इश्क़ बर्दाश्त नहीं मुझे अब,
कर सकते हो तो क़ायदे से नफ़रत करो।
जन्नत रास नहीं मुझे अब,
अगर हौसला है तो जहन्नम में मेरी हसरत करो।

मौत तो आनी है,
जीते-जी मरने की तमन्ना कम करो।
मुक़ाबला अगर बर्बादी का हो,
तो मुक़ाबला मुकम्मल करो।

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HARFE-NAMA

1) या तो ये किताबें मुझे निगल लें या

 मैं इन किताबों को निगल जाऊँ

अगर ये मुझे निगलें तो मैं इनका आख़िरी हरफ़ बन जाऊँ
और मैं इन्हें निगलूँ तो मैं इन्हें अपना हलफ़नामा बनाऊँ l

2) मेरे अंदर एक उदास ज़माना मुंतक़िल है, 
शायर की रूह में एक दीवाना मुंतक़िल है
मोहब्बत से भागता एक ज़हीन स्याना मुंतक़िल है
पर नफ़रत करने में नाकाम एक अफ़साना मुंतक़िल है l

3) रात गुज़र गई मगर सवेरा नहीं हुआ,

मेरा अक्स-अक्स उसके लिए मिटने को तैयार था,

पर वो मेरा नहीं हुआ।

4) मेरे जीवन में कविताओं ने अक्सर मेरे लिए वो काम किया है,
जो इंसान करने में नाकाम रह गए।

लीज़ा शर्मा

Tarz-e-Amal

बादशाह भी ख़ुदा के सामने झुके

और मज़लूम भी झुके गुनहगार के आगे,

कलाकार भी कला के आगे झुके,

इंक़लाबी भी झुके इंक़लाब के आगे।

बच्चा भी बुज़ुर्ग के आगे झुके,

शेर भी झुके नज़्म के आगे,

माशूक़ भी महबूबा के आगे झुके,

जैसे इंसान झुके क़ायदे के आगे।

दीवाना भी रब के आगे झुके,

जहाज़ भी झुके बवंडर के आगे,

लाश भी क़ब्र के आगे झुके,

बाग़ी न झुके क़ायनात के आगे।

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