Category: poetry

when the missions melted and the wax got frozen
the rains stopped but sun could not care less
the wind was blowing
but the leaves had fallen
the branches swayed
but the lights did not scatter
you may think,
if this is the time to call truce,
the shots were fired
but target kept shifting, now the goal post has been changed,
you can throw the ball, but there is no body to protect the goal post

why do i wait for all the dreams to cross the boundaries
but not all boundaries, they should sparkle only in my sky
dark as it is,
but not await the reflection from
a fractured moon
that has lost a small part
which i gifted
top you
near a sufi’s grave
the other day

bin bandhano ke jeeney ko aatur
ek geet aaj bandh gaya
koi sur jo gehra tha, bheetar se ubhra tha
behney se rah gaya
chalo usee bandanwar ko phir se taangey
jisney badhaon ko roka
lekin bandhano ko na toka

the ambers have not dried out yet
the fire that was lighted by you years ago
in the sea of unquiet jungle
has embraced
all that was left

today when the whole world is lighted
why do i see darkness of amavasya
why is sudden silence
engulfing the entire shadow
of yesteryears
that i hovers like a smoke over the lamp i lighted
and the light does not get scattered

will u bestow your blessings
today
for a moment

the dew of tears
has descended on the top
of a cliff today,
i don’t know when will it burst into a stream
and sway all the cold, rocks on the way.
will you let yor hairs absorb all the mist
and let the fog clear

sundar swapn,
sneha bharey praytna,
kuchh marmik se ho gayey hain pal,
chalo kuchh harey avsad bherey kshana,
unkey,
sabkey ,
jinko nahin hai mila abhi tak,
thoda bhi sambal

will you listen o Kaali
or you are so much adored by your devotees
that a small gift
a small prayer
a feeble offering
does not even get noticed by you

why are you so self possessed
why do you need so much attention
why dont you measure the depth
by the pain in the heart
and not by the sound of the bells
in your temple

when the crackers were bursted, and celebrations were held
i was quietly standing under a tree
and asking myself
what were we celebrating
why was there no noise of the litany of complaints
that you had made so often
about my indifference
why should i be forgiven
why should i be redeemed