Category: poetry

ships were in harbour

windows did not prevent light

from sieving all the ruminations

that were going on 

in the turns of skirt of deep clouds

scattered all around

that day, and this day

all the days in fact

when the trees will have hard bark

and the shade will attract sweet strangers

you may not recognise the footprints

of those who denied us the entry

into your world

but remember,

 we will always be there

in the fom of clouds

ready to rain,

 ready to rain

never will you be alone, or in pain

why do good people suffer
why do roads have turns
particularly the ones which lead to
a church or a temple
why do clouds drain when they
become heavy with their past
why do birds forget their way
why do lights hold sway
 
i do not know,
but i do know that some
friends are no more what they used to be
they are kind and considerate
and therefor, do not look back,
knowing that i can not defy their call

why did you see the watch

well, it is just like that, no particular reason

no, you wanted to say that its enough

no i invited you to sit with me

talk to me, be with me

yes, you did,

but you can only invite

you can not tell me when i should go

well, then what should i do

put blinkers on your eyes

dont see any where else

except looking at me

ok, i will do that, now tell me,

where do i get blinkers from

i will just go

once again, you are talking about going,

well to get the blinkers you see

tum nahin sudhorogey,

you will never improve

i am very happy that 

you are back 

where u belong, 

the ethereal world of faith, hope and trust, 

who knows, and who cares

whether there has grown

on the iron girdle, a lot of rust

what matters is the cleavage

in the destiny of all the constraints

which prevented you from crossing over

to this world

here and now

the joy, love, and a concern, very fair, very just

 jab bhi hoga raushan,

koi diya tat par kisi nadiya ke,

kya malum kis lehar ko,

 phir sujhega thoda chhal,

 bina kisee andolan ke,

phir bheegega koi aanchal,

tum ab aur deep jalao,

 man mein koi geet bajao,

nahin kisee ki karo prateeksha,

chaltey jao, bas tum chaltey jao

why should the morning wind

not spare the grass

of caresses of dew

and strokes of warm slices of touch

of the wishes that blossom

in the garden of instinctive love

why should we remain on the edge

of the lake

in which lillies bloom to attract the bees

that will not betray the

nectar of disinterested

devotion,

boond boond kar ke bhara tha, sagar itna bada

kyun tumhey yeh khali laga, bolo, kyun laga

kya suraj tumharey baag mein ek naya ug aaya hai,

uski garmi ne sara mom merey dil ka pighlaya hai

jara soch kar batana, kitna bhoja dil par tha  ab tak

kis ki baat lagi thi dil par, kyun man itna aahat tha ab tak

 kya ab shaam ho chali hai jindagi ki, kisney kaha

yuhin kabhi koi takleef kam hoti nahin, mera dil bahut baha, khub baha

do we escape the orbits of oscilating time bells

why should not we shout

at the peak of our voice

how nice is it to

feel

what is said, and what is not

but then we should still express

all the thoughts

that surface on teh brim of teh cup

in which you have poured the tea of tired tears

conundrum is not what it seems

the mist only evaporates when light sparkles

but then urge to explore wanes

so, better we pursue long term goals

not knowing what is better, reaching some where or just trying to