bricks not strong enough

when the morning dew
soaks your feet
you feel the coldness of the air more
not much can be done
the bricks that we made
together were baked in a cold hearth
they are not strong enough
so, we have to dig a new clay pit
find a better mould
and new source of firewood
may be we do some time
when you have walked away in search of bricks
morning dew
will still be cold
but not so cold

Stay on course

Wish the road was paved earlier
You could have run faster
Don’t blame the rain
For washing away
Done of the patchwork
You had done
Halfheartedly
Dont blame the lamppost either
It was just a witness
To your walk
Away
From the worksite
When you were needed here
Light will still fall on your path
Lamp post will stay still
Stay on course

Kyun khush laga tumko thoda

Thodi isi muskan Udhar li
Thodi swapno ki udaan li
Aur phir Tumney pooch Liya
Kyun main itna khush ho Gaya
Kaisey kehta ki jo Baaki tha jo kaafi Samay se
Wo ek Ashwasan saabhar Liya
Tumney Chhoo Liya mera man
Aur main tumhari Khushboo se sarobar hua

A closed window

I know
We have sealed the window
It wasnot easy to clean it every day
Without that
Whatever we saw always seemed so distorted
Now that it is closed
Has the vision become clearer
We should ask the
Carpenter
Who lives below
And ask him
If he will fix a few more nails
So that it doesn’t open again
No matter who wishes it to be
So
Some windows should remain closed

the lake will still embrace the breeze

a layer of algae
placid lake
ripples still rise
but they don’t cross the brim
of the cup
in which i make coffee
the breathing space
holding on to sounds
of cracking cups
doesnt help
so
let the coffee spill over
let the cups don’t crack
but lake will still embrace
the breeze
and you can not help it

sponge of smiles

i am not a trader in smiles
i dont store them either
dont ask for them
they are sucked by the
sponge
which i made out of
all the squeezed
lemons
fallen from a
tree in my backyard

why did i keep quiet

it was not necessary
to respond
to all the barbs,

i have faced the onslaught of arrows
from your quiver of queer kind
i kept quiet
and will try to do so
even if i have to irrigate the plants
i have grown on the fence
keeping boundaries intact
i will keep quiet

far above the sky
devoid of weight,
but with a deep sigh

the stars grumbled
why did their light fall short
who will tell them
a hungry black hole anchored at their port

give a sky to her

dark clouds soaked in the blood
as it seems
of a bird
injured recently
when you threw
some vessels in the air
breaking them in anger
and the bird sitting quietly
was caught unaware
i dont know if i will be able to heal her
but i am trying
i can not give back her nest to her
but can i not give
a new sky to her?