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aanchal mein sir thoda mera chhupaya hota
aasman se girtey sitarey ko apne balon mein
thoda sambhala hota

kisee toofan ne apni nao ke mastool
ko puchkara hota

kisee sookhi jameen ke garbh mein
beej ummeedon ka ugaya hota

kisee aasmaan ke tootey huey indradhanush se
teer samudra ki talahati tak chalaya hota

kuchh der aur intzaar kar ke
kisee pathik ki thakan
ko mitaya hota

kiseee ke sir ko apne aanchala mein chupaya hota

Having closed the chapter
I don’t wish to open it again
Don’t call back
The bell will not ring
And the drops will not fall
The dew has dried
And I have learnt my lessons
Thank you

unless i get old
you can’t get young
what a paradox
but if this is the a price
for accessing the gallery of your paintings
healthy walk
along the lake
then so it be
Amen!

Like a sea weed
Floating on the surface
Of deep water
I have
Now
Seen
How beluga whale
Lives through the arctic water
Cold water
Warm company
Paradoxes of parity

When you spoke harsh
I kept quiet
But when you are amiable
I will stay quiet
All the years
Of silence must be reckoned
Lest
We are unable to
Keep track of time
Tongue
And tainted
Glass
Behind which you used to hide
When in pain

Dont touch me
Said the river
I will stay still
And then river wouldn’t be there
I stopped short
Banks were broken
River was in flood
But now
It was my turn
To stay still