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when night will be no more

the clouds will cover the day no longer

light will be there

al around

and birds will take over the ground in my house

i will feed them but only some of them

some will not come

some will not chirp

the squirrels will explore and then leave all the crumbs

of stale bread

like my dreams, half eaten by moths

and remaining burried in the compost pits

for termites or earthworms to savour

all the icebergs have melted away

alll my excuses of surprises have gone away

i can not claim any more

that the tip is visible and a lot remains

unsaid, unseen and unexpored,

all is exposed

i am bare

leave me or accept as i am

in a pool of clear ater withoyt any salt

it will not even remind o fmy brackinsh tears

you can have no excuses to remember either

ek swar spasht kyun nahin suna jaata ab

kyun koi door se awwaaj dekar

mujhey neend se nahin jagata

kya sabhi pakshi so gayeyn hain

ya unhey kisee saanp ki chhavi ne dara diya hai

lekin merey baag mein to

saanp bhi kisee ko nahin dasta

aao, phir se shor machao,

meri need ko bhagao

wo jo so rahi hai, usko bhi uthao

lekion abhi nahin, thoda aaram karney do usko

bahut thaki hai

meri duaon se uski raah pati hai

shayad kal jab woh uthegi

subah kuchh alag hogi

ghaas par aus ki boondo ki chadar bichhi hogi

aur shakhaon par pedo ki

aus ke bandanwar hogi

uska swagat karney ko

hawayen uska haath pakdengi

aur kisee swar ki goonj phir sun sakunga

jo bhi bhoola tha, usko yaaad kar

main phir thoda ji sakunga

when the presence of a vapour pervades

the dust does not rise

though dew  refuses to settle

i am not going to see

accounts of absence

that you have marked

in the register of refrain

i am now praying

Kaali, let me be the vapour

you did not listen to me, but painted the wall of my house

with all kinds of designs that i still see

and rejoice their beauty

but are they really beautiful at all

when they masked all the fickle minded salutations

that i got while walking to that temple

where we had prayed,

now the wall has to be whitewashed,

let us get the brush and ladder together,

lest an earthquake occurs and does away with the need of repainting

jab annuson ki baarish bhi na thanda kar saki dil,

itni aag lagi thi, kabse lagi thi,

to ek jwalamukhi poochhaney laga

kya is tarah koi aag thandi hui hai, jitna tadpogey,

utni yeh aur sulagi hai,

kya karta, chup chap baarish thami, aur hawa chali

kuchh badal bikhrey aur kuchh ghul gayey kaaley aakash mein

lekin kuchh baar baar mujhey sapno mein nazar aatey hain,

thoda dhamkatey hain, aur phir muhn maud aagey bad jaatey hain

the ripples of red sun
which drowned in a white lake
seeking to get close to its own  reflection;

whispers of eastern winds
while wading through clumps of bamboo
deluding itself that rustling sound was its echo

when the silence was engulfed in an intrigue
to retain the cloak of subtlety or speak out
why did it chose to just whisper its disapproval

the banks of a river were worn out
did not matter how often  the waves swept over them
but then one day that river swallowed the banks to become a lake

kho jaayen kahin ek baar phir se,

wo nagmey jinmey dard ka sur sila tha

kisee jakhm ko siya tha,

aur kisee jakhm ko

baar baar udharney ka niyam pata tha

tumney muhn maud liya hai, kabhi kabhi

merey hothon ko phatney diya

sard hawon  mein bhari hai, ek yaad hari hari

kyun merey aansuo ko nahin piya

thak jata hun kabhi kabhi

aur phir likhney lagta hun

ek kahani

un dino ki

jab kisee sufi ke kabra par hamney mannatey maangi thi

kisee ki khushi ke liye

taaki

wo khushian

hameny ek dossarey se door kardey

lekin in dooriyon mein hi to sachhi aas chhupi hai

jiski  parchhayi meri aur teri aaknon me baasi hai

why do not you aspire to evaporate

when i have been destined to

why cant i be the air

you breathe

why cant i be aroma

which makes every devotee of Kaali mad

why can not i be the dust which

you need to plaster the path

on which your loved one will walk