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dilemma:question of being

its almost twelve.11.58pm.sunday 29th january.
In the play back that euphoria song ..kavi aana tu meri gully...rolles.
levering my fully stretched body via my left hand(acting as a stand) and a resultant normal of flat bed ,i feel it is the most comfortable decorum i can manage  when i am on bed.still it pains.and to distribute the pain, i some times shift lever to my right hand.this is what i have learned from engineering--risk distribution.
the euphoria play back continues ..kya karogi tu ghar se nikal kar....


By the way i am deviating from the point.it is some way analogic to a lover proposing to her counterpart"dear,i.....,i..........(the most obvious ardent and urgent predicate 'love you' takes the maximum of time to come out)...and the topic changes.
deviations are indicative is nt it?..............................
By the way coming to the point.I was talking of a serious dilemma that questions,after each question,about the question of my being,my existence.
do you …

Tempests continue kissing some breasts

one night i saw a moon larger than life. in response to the discriminants.. tearing peace in pieces... an answer to the orthodoxy.. where love still ceases. one night i saw a moon larger than life.. and a darkness so ardent muffling ageless strife.
that  night a day or two before twilight. moon was imperfect yet bright. some tempest kissing my coconut tree.. some frequency from a radio tuned to bbc.. some pigeons silent ,white yet dark.. some wood fire flickering  , a hope in spark.
that night a day or two before twilight an inevitable line that separated two blood, two skins.. that boast of two different origins.. the inevitable line was invisible that night. different colours narrowed down to dark. the voice of distinction ,so ardent in the light all muffled under my pistoll's bark..................
 tempests continue kissing some breasts.. love continues crossing the line.. so i continue testing the wine.......... so they continue cutting in pieces... discriminants of faith.......... will never take the last…

yaara sili sili birhaa ki raat ka jaalna

it is something that tempts me to write time and again.
mehrum waqt ka ...bund aankho me mera chalna
waqt se pehle hi...mere har suraj ka dhalna........
sard se Mausam me burff ka pighalnaa.............
Nishant si raaton me suraj ka nikalnaa...............
baahar ujaala hai...bt andar bus veerana............
yaara sili sili birhaa ki raat ka jalnaa....
ye vi koi jeene hai..ye vi koi marnaa..
yaara sili sili birhaa ki raat ka jalna..