The precarious path to 'Punk Sunk Love': A glimpse of darkness that pierced Shammi's hea
A novel is written, sold, celebrated, treasured and archived. But there is something that is never the same - It's the author's intimacy with the characters that at times end up bending his own reflection.
This is the first post of the 'Making of Punk Sunk Love series': A glimpse of darkness that pierced Shammi's heart

The hazy light shone in the backdrop as the funky beats of "American Boy" bounced of the dizzying cathedrals. The place was Columbus, Ohio and the hotel was 'The Renaissance'. I was there but it wasn't me; how could it be - I was living Shammi's life; his pain was so pure it had to touch his heart and stir his soul, and there I was at the bar, by the window, watching people go by; but the emotional paranoia was such that everything looked like it was a deliberate design to fuel my loss - Shammi's loss. In that moment of reflection a poem swam up and flew out of my pen onto that hotel notepad. The title was just...apt - Maar De Mujhe
Kahin se awaaz aayi, pata nahin kahan se
Sanaate mein goonj ke kehne lagi
Maar de mujhe, Maar de mujhe.....
Ainak lagake dekha to saamne aaina tha
Chehra kuch badal gaya tha, Jaise seengh nikal aaye ho
Dimaag ratt lagaye baitha tha, sahi hai yeh, sahi hai yeh
Par awaz dimaag ki dhund mein kho gayi
Aur masoom dil ki karahein sanaate mein goonj ke kehne lagi
Maar de mujhe, Maar de mujhe…
Hasti ki gulami se daba
Deemag ki pehredari se dara
Sona ko dhool se sawaara
Dhadkone ki shor se sona ki saans ruki
Toh hasa aur kaha, mazaak hai yeh
Dhakosle ki gunzaish mazboot hai
Shor thama to labz jhumke ke sahare utare, aur moorti ban gaye
Moorti ki badi badi aankhein band thi
Paas jaake gaalon koh chuma, toh ek boond giri aansoon ki
Paas bulaya usne aur kehne lagi
Maar de mujhe, maar de mujhe…
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