curiosity, concern, compassion and collaboration
when a soothing cloud passed over the sky
i was sitting as if awaiting its going away
i did not know its shade will make me run away
from sun for so long
but now in scorching sun
i have to walk, a long way off
without any cloud to extend its shadow
on my path
but then let me pray
let this cloud rain
some where where a garden needs her rain much more than me
i am used to walking under sun any way
kachhey hiron ko tarasha hai mainey
kai bar, baar baar aur unkio chamak se
hairan bhi ho gaya hun
par ek baar kuchh aisa hua ki aaj tak hairan hun
aakhir us pathhar mein kay tha
jitna tarasha
utna hi wo kuchh merey jaisa ho gaya
thoda teda, thoda ajeeb si ulhjano mein fansi hui
hansi jaisa
ab to wo heera bahut khubrsurat ho gay ahai
merey haathon se door
kahin aur uski chamak aasmaan
ko chamka rahi hai\
aur mujhey samjha rahi hai\
kaato, aur kaato, tarashao kachhey hiro
bas yahi kaam hai heereytarash ka tumhey mila hai
apna kaam karo na
have been grinding rough diamonds
for a longtime
but then one day
i discovered a very strange stone
more i sharpened, more it became like me
angular and with all kinds of queer angles,
but then as it started shining, it could not stay rough
any more
and i was allowed to touch only rough diamond stones
now it shines
and i still try to polish but then my cuts
are not so sharp
any more
whn you do not listen
when beaten bark is waiting to be crushed
when river is about to dry
should i just stann and wait
for rain to come and make you flow
tell me o river, tell me
aawaj ko pehchaneney ka veham hai ham sabko
kisne kay suna, koi kasiey sun payega
kuchh log shor mein bhi sun letey hai meri aawaj
aurt kisee ko kareebi mein bhi merey hoth nahin dikhtey
koi koshish na keeje, kyunki samandar bhi payasa ho chala hai aaj
kya pata, kisee khwahish ke par lag jayey, koi diya bhuj jayey
ki jikra itna bada bhi na tha,
ki nagar mein shor mach jaayey
koi apni asliyat bhuley
aur koi deewana ban jaye
aap mat dhundieye in chingaro mein kisee aag ki khushboo
kya pata, koi jindagi ki manjil bhuley, aur koi patanga ban jayey
shukra hai, ki abhi baaki hai ummeedey jamaney ko badalney ki
kya farak nahin padta, koi gumnam rahey, ya koi lifafa ban jaayey
don’t put the curtains on the windows again
who knows some rays may get trapped inside
and then may lighten those corners of your heart
in which you had conserved the darkness of yesteryears
light the candle
arrange the flowers
put the table mats
which i wove for you from waste plastics
but only to add colours that you might otherwise miss
why do not you take care of lost souls
who have been shortchanged by time
in the safety of their own nests
asked the visitor to my door today,
what could i say,
how could i tell that the pains
of some are more intimate than that of others
ut then any thing otherwise will be untrue
should politeness take precedence over truth
always?
i went back to those footprints
which ihad left outside in the courtyard
which you had cleaned, and covered
with sweet nice coat of dung mixed with clay
if i erase these prints, i will leave new marks of erasure,
i decided to erase the prints of past
to leave the print of present
next time you paint the courtyard again
to welcome new times, seasons, scents of blooms,
u decide what you will do with these marks