curiosity, concern, compassion and collaboration
The little drops of dew have dried up now
do not wait for the dawn,
the smell of dried dew
has told the birds
not to make nests in my garden
but you insist O!myna
to perch on the desolate lemon tree
full of flowers
fruits and thorns
but not sure
where to shed these, when
tumney yeh jikra phir kyun chhed diya
koi baat na ki, bas ek dard phir se bikher diya
shayad yahi hai dastoor is jamaney ka
jinhoney phul chadhayey they kabhi meri kabra par
unhoney merey angan mein kaanto ko yun bikher diya
chalo abhi waqt hai, koi justuju kar ley unse mil kar
Maa kaali ka kya kahun, usney meri jholi mein
jab diya , to sneha dher diya
jindagi ko kisi udhaar ke taraju mein na taulo
jo dil ko sahi lagey,
jamana kuchh bhi kahey
bas wahi bolo, bas wahi bolo
sachhai ek syahi to nahi
ki jo achha na lagey, us par pot di
yeh ek ehsaas hai,
iski gaanth ko yun na kholo
kai baar socha hai, ki bata du
is jamaney ko ek khwab dikha dun
lekin jab kho jayaye kisee ka manjar
to uskey dard ka hisab na lo, uskey saath holo
the yellow amaltas
red palash
when did one need
to end one’s talaash
keep walking and smiling
hand in hand
you both need each other
till there is no end
of hopes, faith and some reason
but do not bother,
if on the way, there is some treason
time does not offer
the same fate
some friends do not respect,
no matter, what,
abandon your boat
when the river of life is in spate
efforts dont
go in vain
no matter whether we make them
or some one else
but then does a road complain?
how many people walk on it for what purpose,
do they pause and repair the groves made by the spears
that fell down from the chariots
which passed by this way yesterday
smile, do not grudge
those who passed by,
before the road became rough
they missed meeting you
since their vehicles drove pass the place fast
where you took rest and paused
rather late now
i wish, i had been walking
still
the venue has changed but drama is on
no matter what you may say
but the dreams are born
every day when i do not find
towel in place
or my kerchief hanging
and button broken
with no axe to grind
i ask myself
is this the way you show your presence
in my life and path, all the time
without a moment to spare
asking me, what is hence
kisney kaha yeh
kya hai sach
kyun stabdh hai,
toota sa kyun lagta hai
samaya ka kawach
kyun khul gaya
rahasya nahin yeh,
sahaj bhav hai
jisney bhi bhoga hai isko
wo sneha dhara mein bah gaya
baaki to kuchh khaas nahin hai
kehney ko
aur sunaney ko
lekin jid hai tumhari
is liye na chahtey huey bhi
sab kuchh kah gaya
holding my hand
u drew me into the garden
where flowers were feeing unsettled
the breeze had abandoned
it usual caution
and the trees were reluctant
to let the nests of the birds stay longer
with an ally in strong wind
did they care where will go the young
dreams
of the birds
why do i cheat myself, do i
diamond are held in 16 carot gold
pure gold does not lend itself to be moulded
no matter how hard we try to goad it
does it matter for whom
we pray
so long as our impurities can give
us the right to hold
your Images, O Mother
shall we remain imperfect
why should i celebrate
what has changed
who has held up the train
why are tracks so old
whose fault is it
that cracks are showing up
\in the large canvas you had painted the other day