Category: poetry

peedaon ki baat na karon
kehney se yeh ab ghatati  nahin hain,
lekin pehley kam ho jaya karti thi
kyun, tab tum takleef deney ke baad
hans liya karte they
apni galatiyon ka jikra aaney par,
apney aap se thodi guftagu karkey
aankhey neechi kartey they
ab, na wo neechi anakhey hai
aur na nahi wo hasney ka andaaz
kuchh gehri se parchai hai,
shaam ke waqt inki lambai se
koi apni manjilo ki doori nahin napata
tum diya mat jalao
in parchhaiyon ko
yuhin badney do jab tak raat ka
andhera inko jasb hi na karley
aur tab
takleefon ko kaun dekeheyga
koi chup chap jaletey swapno ki aag par
apney  haath so sekega

do not let clouds come in the way
or breeze, storm your way through
thick  forests
and dense shadows of yesterdays
when cup of tea with spoon
got cold
and i felt uneasy,
to see all warmth gone, just like that

sahaj ho jao, mat dhundo kuchh bhi,

bas dua karo, gujar jaayey yeh kshan

mit jaayey aarju milney ki

badal ki us jharney se

jismey beh kar tum pahunchey they

jeevan ki anchhui  gehraion tak

aao baitho, socho

leheron par mat dhundo

parchhaiyon un spano ki, jo ud gayey hai, hawa mein

naye pul to bana nahin paogey

purany pulon ki puja karo

kya hua agar nadi sukh gayi hai

ab thoda peechey hi mud jao

by saying that
one starts walking on  an endless trail
do not ask me to give up
will i remain myself?
i am determined to
search the scent that
had beguiled me
when i was lying under a tree
unconscious
and the quiet touch had woken me up
did i remember the touch
or the scent of the breaths
does it matter
so long as i can get lost again
but that tree has been cut already

why should squirrel be blamed

for not nibling the bread i offeredf them today

it was dry

stale

and hard

and they have been fed soft peices for so long

do we not all get used to sweat talk

and then sudden rudensss shocks

us

does it?

when a coin was pressed under the wheels

of trains that passed by near my house

i used to keep those

distorted coins

so much pressure

shape reamined, a thin slice of time

got trapped in that moment

is my life like that pressed coin?

when the tired night felt like turning yet another leaf
but the lamp
did not want to go that far
darkness was quiet
the stars were laughing
and i did not want to give up
now, is this a reasonable wish?

when the journey is the purpose

you do not count the steps

you walk

and the path keeps getting built

why should i plant weeds in a garden of love

is it just to give it

an appearnce of  being unkept

or that i do not care for the flowers that grow

some how

inspite of all the indifference

nahin ab mera man badal gaya hai
mera dar ab bilkul ghul  gaya hai

koi poochh raha tha kal,
kyun ab darwaja nahin band kartey
mainey kaha, kyun
kisee azaad hawa ko yuhin roka nahin kartey
jab toot gayey ho saarey matkey
tab koi pyase kuan nahin khoda kartey
apney aansuon ko peekar
bheetar hi bheetar

muskura detey hai
sari chabion ke guchheon ko phenk gehrey samdudra mein
chalo ab kahin door chaltey hain