Category: poetry

when the wheels turn

and the time leaves shadows behind

do we walk on the trails so formed to dig deep

with in the margins of the minds

that seek

solace under the imprints on the shifting sands

some to known ends and some to unknown ones
friends have started looking back
clouds do not bear the burden too long
they rain
but then
i have just seen long stretches of parched lands
why do women paint the walls
so beautifully

so that one stops,

stays and be

still

or just pause, but not persist

if one will

nov 04

why do good people suffer

why do roads have turns

particularly the oens 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

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

koi subaha ab aisi to nahin hogi
jab phoolo ko thand lagegi
aur bhnwaron ko dar
lekion mainey ab taya kiya hai
kisee bhi haal mein
subah shankh bajunga
saari ki saari cheelon ko bulauga
merei tukdo tukdo mein batin hui jindagi
ab prem se unko khilaunga

ponds will dry up soon

every year, they dry when we need water,

but then we are going to desilt them

deepen them

and build  clay houses

but will you let me take the silt away

or ask me  to grow flowers on the banks of pond

to be offered to the deity of the pond

who seems to have turned his face away

jeetey kaun is se mujhey koi sarokar nahin

agar hari hui manasikta ko door ham kar na skey

is jamaney mein, bahut saarey log khitab to paa letey hai

lekin baat to tab hai, jab  kisee ka dard ham apney seeney me jasb karey

bulandiyon ki bhukh tumhey soney na degi
koi daali na jaye sukh, barish muthhiyon mein kya rukegi
tum iradon ki neenv mein, thoda lahu pila do,
phool ban jayegi  fiza, duniya usey tumhari deewanagi kahegi

do we notice all the frowns that laminate the love

do we ask why then some one decides to close the doors

through which could pass the breeze

of counsel of carefree concern

you are upset because of some hurt

but are you aware that  this hurt does not end

when we tend it so often, by cementing it with our atention

and drain all the energy that flows through

the corridor of  curiosity

about why do we get hurt

think of the little soul

seeking shelter in your lap

why should  she not smile

if you can not enjoy

the sunshine even for a while

when did i say, do not stay
i always wanted every moment
with you to be prolonged
and be , or may
but then life demands movement,
river has to flow
who will care
about the storms
if they were to leave the trees undisturbed
some will be uprooted
some will just swing
but a few which which get tilted
may now grow not straight
like the paths, on which we walked, straight for long till
the path turned
into an abyss of nothingness

sailboat is yearning for another whiff of breeze

i can see it struggling on the bed of waves,

not wlling to  leave the shore too far away

yet wanting to go to unknown island

where she may find a safe harbour \

will you be like that sail boat

or return to the place where you were always

full of intrigue and angst

but undecided about what to say, hold, hear and stay

or let the breeze have her way