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WASNA KI JAMEEN SE, GHRINA HI TO PAIDA HOGI

SNEHA KI BEL BADEGI, JAB TYAG KI SEEDHI HOGI

TUMNEY KAB SAMJHA HA MITRA, JEEVAN KE IN MARMO KO

THODA THAMO, DHEEMEY CHALO, AUR SUNO

DHADKAN SACHHAI KI AAS PAAS HI KAHIN HOGI

sneha ke pul banao

aashaon ki seemayen todo

sankalpon ke beej ugao

jo man ho akeley, unko jodo

jab bhi socho, bas itna socho,

kasey kasey dharaon ka mukh modo

shant, maun,aur  mukharit  ho kar

dard na unbharey, dambh isee ka ab mat todo

gandhi ki baat ko, chalo ab aagey badaya jayey

uskey dandwo ke beejon ko, chalo phir se ugaya jayey

spashta saral hai, par arth dhumil hojaatey hain

dandwo ke paton mein pis kar,

kuchh kshana sahaj ho jaatey hain

chalo unhi kshanao ki baad ko ugaya jaayey

jo bhi ankur senha ke komal hain

unko apekshayaon se bachaya jaayey

depth of a lake

asked the breadth

do you feel the

difference

when the sun dries

your boundaries

and you come closer to me

inch by inch

breadth coudl not help laughing

we are just the reflection

of each other

can one live without

the other

why should then

this question bother

how will breadth reply

what will happen to sun

when it will have no more

light to scatter

dilemma of a priest
put him in a tight spot
should he answer the prayers
and step down
or stand on pedestal and let
the devotees frown
he changed his clothes
went to a forest
to harvest the tubers of a creeper
which had intertwined around the trunk
of a tree
alone and free

little worries and big joys,
come in the bundles, u c
when i ask, look do not sleep
keep awake, lest dreams over take
i am being stingy,
the images of intimacy
are not etched in stone
these are like clouds
which rain
when u need them
and do not rain, some times
when u need them
but they always provide the shadow
under the bright sun
walk, walk, my dear friend, walk
do not run

we pray through the silence

we meditate

when we are on precicpice

why not stop, slow down and ask

are we seeking the answers

or just observing

what had been the season’s smile

fallen flowers

and wind did not like the piles

take away

wither

scatter

do not colelct

these signs

indicate hope

that times will change

it will rain

when parched bellies

of the earth

will burst open

wait

why will images shrink when eyes open

the doors are ajar

and the windows are closed

the curtains are crying

why did glasses betray

the sounds

of sighs

that were masked by the smiles

i saw onyour face

when u came, stood, and turned away

sea saw will continue its swing
best is to remove the fulcrum

or else be ready to let mood get wings
to fly, or dive or look deep

search some memories or promises

from the heap

who knows what will turn your destiny today

when two season,s yug, times, moments meet