Author: anilg

i got up suddenly

a bird started chirping

too early in the morning

as if sun had risen early

or may be she forgot to tell me some thing last night

she will not be at rest

till she told me

and then when i got up

and wanted to listen

she would not tell

is that how birds begin their day

when they are unsettled

when i cant give enough

and you would not resist enough to accept

the exchange gets stuck

who will then dare gift

what he only believes  will be given

just for asking,

but is that why

it is not valuable enough?

when the roads merge

and the sky bends

who cares if the winds blow this side

or the other

so long as we know

dried leaves will be blown away to nourish

roots of some new saplings

planted by some one

in memory of the tulips

that were offered at the altar

women dont struggle in vain

not when they are alone

even if they  have to be ressucitated

every time their bodies are  about to give up

their spirit has endured for centuries

negotiations  around empty spaces

bahut door se chal kar aaya hun suno tumharey paas
tum mujhey thoda aur waqt to do,
kuchh kaam baaki hai, unhey bhi nibta lun aaj
kabra ko sajao, lekin besabri na uski shaksiyat ho,
chian se so jaunga, jab mujhey usme dafan karegi duniya
lekin jo ped ugega us par,
uski shakhon se
kuchh to badlega is duniya mein
is lieye aur kuchh ho na ho,
meri raakh mein teri mehabbat ki thodi kashish to ho
jo bhai baithega is ped ki chhaya mein
usmein kuchh kar gujarney ki khwahish to ho

waisey meiney ibadat mein kabhi kami nahin ki hai
teri mohaabat mein jamaaney ko badalney  ki justaju ki hai
tu agar mujh par meharbaan ho bhi jayey, to aey khuda
mainey to sada dard ke kajal se nasihat li hai
aaknon ko kabhi nam na karunga yeh kya bas  ek vada tha,
arey muskurahat ko chehery par tanganey ki kasam jo li hai

jee karta hai gehri neend mein so jaun
peepal ki parchhai ki tarah
teri god mein kho jaun
lekin jindagi itni aasan bhi to nahin ho sakti
ssaasno ki khusboo se seeenchu main apna chaman
tum bhulo ya na bhulo kuchh bhi
lekin main kaash sab kuchh sada ke liyey bhul jaaun

Ek ped bola ek chidiya se,

Tu kyun baar baar in purani shakhaon par aati
hai

 

Aakar apna ghonsala  banati
hai

Chidiya
boli,

tu to pagal hai

Teri chhaya se dil mera ghayal
hai

Ped
kahan sunta tha aisi meethi baantey

Bola,
pagal to tu hai, jo sunati nahin kuchh bhi

Itney
chhaya dar ped hain, par jaaney kyun

Inee shakhon par ghar banati
hai

Chidiya boli, sun, tujhey ek raaj ki baat batati
hun

Saara ka saara aakash

Mein apney pankhon me chhupa laati
hun

Tujhey
kabhi jarurat padey to batana

Barish
na ho, sukha pad jayey

To
mujhey bulana

Merey aanuson se apn jadon ko
phir se jilana

when a few leaves are shed

a tree does not cry o r bemoan their departure

it just readies for the new ones

but do the  leaves feel the same way

morning dew has soaked all the grass

walk slowly and dont mind

if your feet are wet

washed

and with little knocks by the grass blades

tinglings awaken your senses

to dream all the beautiful things

that you and the spirt

growing in you

quietly aspires