Category: poetry

when resplendent were  the winds with aroma of yesterdays, 
when incense was burned whole night and day
in a clay pot at your feet, ma durga
but did you care about that, you wanted to taste
only the pudding cooked in the tears of a squeezed 
tired, night
how will you know ever, what does it mean
to rejoice the swellings on the lips
which dont speak a word
even when all that she hears is not worth listening to
but then she can not close her ears,
nor close eyes
but you ma durga, deaf and dumb, 
some times blind, you have many faces, many moods
after all, you have teased the time of its essence
the moments  are now devoid of any meaning

you have demanded the offerings of those meanings which
made her dance
SING AND MADE FUN OF YOU, 

YOU CAN NOT TAKE A BIT OF IRREVERENCE, WHY?

tum kamosh,

sunatey ho uski awaj

kabhi dheemi

aur kabhi bahut saaf

kah nahin patey ho, par suntey hain

samajhatey hain

aur mehsoos bhi kartey hain

ham,

tumhari jyada , lekin

uski bhi fikra nahin hai

kam,

kaisey wo samajh payega

jab badha hoga,

kya usney paya

kya khoya hoga

lekin yeh sab

bemani hai

ankhon mein aansu nahin,

wo kahega

pani hai,

aur sach bhi to hai, aakhir usko kyun

batayengey

ham,

subah ki roshni

mein kaisey chhupaya

hai har roj,

chhaya hai hridya mein jo

tam

uljhnao mein padi ho, kuchh anmayask khadi ho
na door ja paati ho, na hin peechhey mudi ho
jab thak jao, mujhey is asamnjas mein daltey huyey
to thoda hans dena, kya pata, judey mein tumharey
o amvasya ki kaali ghata, koi sitara purnima ka jadi ho

kuchh dhyan to rakha hota

jitni bhi thi galti meri,

thoda to socha hota

kya main kabhi kisee ki rah mein

koi kaantey  bota,

koi muhn pher kar,

mujhse is tarah rukhsat hota

aaj jab intzaar ki sila itna bada hai

to kisee ko kis tarah kehta,

yeh wo raat hai, jab koi nahin sota

meri tasweer par kisney aaj,

yeh raat ka kala rang pota

shayad ab kuch nahi  kehna

jisney bhi toda hai swapno ko

kaise man lu

uske dil mein koi dard nahi hota

aisa kyun ab lagney laga hai

kuchh jarurateyn tumhari ab kam honey lagi   hain

kisee ki yaad ab patjhad ki mani, mitti mein milney lagi hai

kyun ab kisee ke maathey par salvat nazar aati nahin

kyun kisee ka takleef tumari neend se tumhey ab uthati nahin

kahin aisa to nahin, kuchh khoney sa laga hai

uski chinta ke bina ab jeena  suhaney laga hai

when we fail, and cant stand up to own it

we start  looking for a reason

in season and out of season

will you also let me find one

if i tried hard

but do not

please do not let met find one

i must pursue the journey regardless

of how many times

i fail

dont come back

i am afraid of the showers

that often accompany

when we least expect them

and all the clothes i dry outside

get wet

so many times, i have tried to dry teh towel

undr fan

so that when you wipe your hairs you do not complain

but then this year, it has rained a lot

the moisture  has saturated the air

dont ask, why i am still thirsty

do not ask the washerman,

why did he spread the clothes on the street wire

why should he let every one see the externals

of those whose inners are empty

naked

and perhaps denuded of desires

when hoped wither away

in the sand

you try to build castles

but this year it has not rained enough

the sand will not set

and the castle will break down

is that why, it di dnot rain

well this year

Why do we pray

Is it that when our faith

Becomes weaker

We resort to prayers

Lest our weaknesses

Echo amidst the high mountains

And lead to landslide

Let us not

Wait till the fallen rocks

Come in the way

Do not answer my prayers

If you so feel

But at least

Accept the meager offerings

That I have brought

Do not measure their value in the

Rays that sparkle,

For it will not,

Do not value these by the

Aroma

That may charge you and make you dance

On the head of the pin

That fell down

From the hairs of the fairy

Who you had sent

Other day

To persuade me to go back

No, nothing will

Really tell you the value

But then should

You really care for value now