Mohit-John #18

darr

mujhako ishq hai tujhase, mera ye hshra hua hai
jisase ishq hai tujhako, uske anjaam se darr lagata hai.

The Stranger

 

         I came to Mandi House after three months but it seemed three years. Generally i used to come here to visit some galleries but later i stopped visiting galleries because the things they put there stink. So now i come here to watch theatre. Sometimes i come here to sit at the circle next to Shri Ram Centre and watch moving traffic while having coffee. This day I came to watch a play titled 'look back in anger'. I reached early. I was to spend about forty minutes somewhere so I bought a coffee and some cigarettes and reached to circle. I sit at my place. I took a deep breath and released. This always relaxes me. It was very soothing to be there, my space with my time. I was trying to avoid first sip of coffee as it always burns some part in my mouth. But to take second sip first has to be done so I took first sip and “fuck”, again. But there was something else also. I felt vacuum around me. It was a weird feeling. I stopped drinking coffee. I saw in the direction of vacuum. It was 40 degrees right from front. There was nothing until my eye sight hit a guy across the road who was standing next to circle, beside Ficci’s building. He was in black. Black pants, black shirt, black aviators and pointed black shoes. He was clean shaved, all this was making him very handsome. While standing there he was checking something on the screen of his cell phone. I noticed myself, I was putting on off white Non Denim, almost pink T-Shirt, black blazer, black boots and black wayfarer. I again saw at him, he put his cell phone in pants’ left pocket and saw to his right almost directly to me and then to his left where a Tea Wala was making tea. He asked him something then smiled. He started crossing the road towards my side. He walk was very impressive, his every step is holds ground well, and interval between steps is precise. His walk catched the attention of girls buying something from Turant. He crossed the road and kept walking when he was exactly at right almost fifteen feet away I caught a clear sight of his face. He was of mid-twenties having a manly face. ‘Well, interesting guy’ I said to myself. I have this skill to know people by their appearance and body language. I lit a cigarette and started seeing at moving traffic again. ‘Coffee with cigarette humm… do chai ek cigarette…’* I recalled something smiled. As I finished cigarette I listened a voice, ‘excuse me, is it okay for you if I sit here?’. Same guy was standing In front of me pointing to my left side with his left hand while holding coffee in his right hand. ‘Sure’ I said. He sit next to me. We started taking. He is an artist and teaches same time. I told him that I am a poet with interest in visual arts. We talked about ‘art scene in India’ and ‘girls’. He possessed good knowledge about art and girls also. While talking I saw at his eye brows. He had chiselled eye brows. He took out packet of cigarettes from his pants’ right pocket. He smokes chhoti gold flake which used to be my brand five years ago, now I smoke classic ultra-mild. He took one cigarette and put it between his lips, almost hanging. Now I know boys looks handsome like this. I noticed his, well-shaped lips, ‘beautiful lips’ I thought. I am not a gay but I had an inclination for this guy. Maybe he noticed this, so to shatter the situation he offered me cigarette. I thanked him for this and took mine out from my blazer’s pocket. I lit mine and his cigarette. I realized that we had been talking for almost forty minutes. I was already late for the play. I got up and told him that I am to go. I expressed that I was a good talk. He expressed the same and gave me his card. ‘Mohit Kant Mishra’, his card says his name. well I don’t give my card who don’t need it and won’t need it, he was from ‘won’t’, so I didn’t give him my card. He asked my name. ‘you have a very handsome name….i like it….you can call me by your name….’ I said and moved to theatre.   

By

Mohit Kant Mishra      
Nov 24, 2014 Delhi.

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Mohit-John #16

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As You Are Not Here

I wish you were mine,

So I could have gifted you

All the roses

This world can have.

I wish you were mine,

So I could have made the dishes

Which would have surprised you

And had a kiss in exchange

I wish you were mine,

So, I could have been yours,

We would have been related

And discovered each other.

I wish you were mine,

So I could have been able

To take care of you,

And have the pleasure of making you happy.

I wish you were mine,

So we could have talked

The things you never talked to me

And I would have taken you to my secret garden.

I wish you were mine,

So I could have hugged you

When you needed one

Without your permission.

I wish you were mine

So I could have taken all your anger

And kissed you

if not able to take.

I wish you were mine,

So I could have touched you

With tender, compassion, love

And have known you more than you do.

But you are not mine.

every day I live without you

and go to sleep

hoping you will be here,

I will be able to go to sleep

Seeing you face.

As you are not here

I wish to sleep

So night may pass

And tomorrow I can wish

That

You were mine.

by

Mohit Kant Mishra

September, 29, 2014 00:23 Hrs Delhi

Dekho Kaun Aaya Hai

Dekho kaun aaya hai,

Ye hai mera yaar

Mera hamraaz,

Baith mere yaar

Aur suna kahan tha itane din,

Aisa kya mashgool tha

Jo bhoola yahan ka raasta.

Yaar ne tere bada yaad kiya,

Poochh le saare muhalle se,

Jisase teri khabar na mangi ho teri

Wo de jaye gaali mere muh par.

Chal chhod ye baatein,

Bol kya chal raha hai

Kaise wakt nikal raha hai,

Lekin pahele ye bata

Tera muh kyun utara hai?

Kya aa raha hai kisi gami se,

Ya dekh liya kisi yamdoot ka chehara.

Kyun aankain soi nahin hain teri

Kya ko anhoni hui hai

Ya koi sapana basa hai iname.

Ik ghadi dekhane de to mujhko,

Ab samajha tera yaar

Dekhi hain maine ye aakhain kai baar.

Ab guftagoo ka maza aayega,

Main bhi kabse thaka baitha tha,

Ab bahegi shayari hawa main

Ab roshan hogi shamme mahphil

Ab shabab aayega raat par

Ab thirkenge pair bhi mere,

‘ek jaam mere liye bhi lana’

Mere yaar ne saqi se bola.

‘Ab to mafilon ki baari,

Lagata hai mere yaar ka dil toota hai’

By

Mohit  Kant Mishra

September 29, 2014 00:24 Delhi