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Muskurahto mein meri kyun dhundey tumney Suman, sneha dhara mein behtey huey

 

Muskurahto mein meri kyun dhundey tumney

Suman, sneha dhara mein behtey huey

Kaunsa swapn kis gantvya ki aur prerit kab se tha, bas tha

Kaise kahun, kis tehni par kaunsa ghaunsla bas basa tha, tha

Tumney kyun dhundey merei baaton mein, sahaj swaron ke arth

Kyun laga di, artho ki pabandi merey shabdo par

Ab wo stabdh se, sehme sey, khadey hain bahar

Jao dwar kholo aur dekho, kis tarah baad si aa gayi hai

Un nadiyon mein jinkey kinarey par naav dali thi tumney

 inti aas se, itney apekshaon ki mitti se gadha tha ghat tumney

us ghaat par ab prateeksha  kyun karo

jao, sira do merey sabhi shabd diyon ki tarah

sundar lagegi diyon ki katareyn

behti swapno ke lau le aayegi baharey

un sabhi ki aankhon mein

jinki pararthano mein sirf nistabdh aaradhana ka bodh hai

kisee abhilasha ka koi arth unhey door tak bhi chhua nahin hai

aaon unhi pararthano mein ghul jayeyen

kisee diye ki lau na ban paye 

to kamse kam,

uski manjil tak janey ki lehar hi ban jaayen

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do not look in the past for clues that explain your ambitions,

do not look in the past

for clues that explain your ambitions,

desires, dreams

to be some one,

some where

 

we can not wish to be insured against

all setbacks

in personal spaces or otherwise

will you bless yourself for

all the beautiful memories you have etched

in the places you walked by

will you only curse yourself

for not being able to sense the signs

of impending dust storms

because some light posts, some streets, some places

did not deserve you

 

why weigh your dreams in the balance

that you did not design

you do not know even if that was a real balance,

may be the scales were tilted against you

from the beginning

 

but so what if these were not

why let any one judge

what is the worth of your dreams,

do we need to ensure that we sow

only those seeds which sprout

 

what will happen to squirrels

and gophers and all the life

that you love to see, and nurture

 

tell me, will you see them quietly die

then donot just heave a sigh

and run, run fast on the track

that will instill in you all the power

you need to reach bigger goals,

and I agree,

goals are not outwardly embellishments

that we adorn our walls with

goals can also be to dig deep into

the abyss of our inner  identities

 from which we ran away years ago

some are doing even now, like me, like you,

like all those who are seeking meanings in the

meandering rivers

as if they will reveal those,

even if they had one

do they need to have one, as you will ask/assert

without thinking twice

 

bless you

 

that you can oscillate between these extremes

and be sane still

I have no doubt some crown prince will

Lift you in his arms and sweep clean

All the dust from the window panes

Of your castle

You have built brick by brick

All these years in your dreams

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You so deftly handle




 


You so deftly handle


The impending storms


Navigate swiftly through the net


Of slowly  sprouting desires


Lest these entrap you


And in the process, make subtle


Signs that queer the pitch


for any one who


May wish to try his luck


in the unsettled waters
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if those dreams are so fragile




do I care


if those who I nurtured


do not any more


devote their time and attention


to take care of the dreams


that we saw together,,


if those dreams are so fragile


that they will grow in the palms


of only  those who put the manure


in the garden, tilled, tended and fenced,


 


then may be they do not deserve to grow


if they cannot grow like the


seeds of weeds, yes, the so called dry weeds


flowing around with wind


sprouting any where they like


let my dreams be strong enough to


fly, any where they wish


ignoring my desires and cries


if they cannot defy


they will never reach the sky
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make him rebel against the beautiful garden

you may keep us away

from the shadows of

your lovely sprout

lest we bless in person

and who knows

make him rebel against

the beautiful garden that

you laid out for him thinking that

it is all that makes

flowers soft and subtle and sure

of a healthy future

wish it was true

why will storms test the mountains

and why will rocks defy the streams

and why will tiny creepers on the

tall trees reach the sun and the moon

to just prove their will

think again

think again

before the blessing start showing results

and your sprout is

not following your dictates any more

 

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detatched spirit is not always divorced of serene feelings of fulfillment

detatched spirit is not always

divorced of serene feelings of fulfillment

but then imagine a horse

if it fell in love with a pasture, green though it is

will it ever gallop enough

to acquire the stamina

needed to reach far

such that you rever him

praise him, love him

fondle him and bless him

 

are not the distances

necessary to create the bonds between

what is and ought to be

 

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moments of truth

 

moments of truth

are accessible in poetry

perhaps more often

since rhythm of life

do not  tie themselves  in knots

of reason or certainty of prose

 

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when you were blessed with tiny drops of rains

 

 

when you were blessed with

tiny drops of rains

in your garden

there were smiles all around

without a wrinkle on the horizon

of hopes

many people came to pray

in the garden on the mountain top

so that your garden always remains

green

and drops evaporate

and reside in my eyes

with tears I will moisten the beds

in which you sow the seeds

selectively,

or just scatter the left over grains

from your plate

there

while cooking for your Lord

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And she seems to demur

You there with flowers in your lap

Pray to Ma Kaali

For her blessings

And she seems to demur

Whether to accept these offerings

 now, never or some times

but the flowers are fresh still

you are older

and the Ma has become mellowed

has she

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I tried to explain




I tried to explain


I tried to suggest


I tried to ask


If we can transcend these barriers


Across the mountains of beliefs


That stop the monsoon breeze so often


Carrying the seeds of rain of hope


But I could not,


How could I


There are so many bridges


One needs to cross across


The river of  mundanities


That permeates all uncertainties


I love these fuzzy horizons


Which never make it clear


If the roads ahead will lead some where