Category: poetry

m back to the silly silent road
that remains empty  even in the middle of the day
whole town avoids this road
rumour has been very effective
those who wish to meet some one in particular
do not go by this road
and those who have lost the loved one
do not leave this road
then why is this road is so empty

ek baar mujhey tasalli to di hoti

kisee gam ko kam karney ki ummeed

to na mainey  na khoi  hoti

paigam bahut bhejey khuda ke paas ab tak
kuchh sunwai bhi agar usney galti se ki hoti

aaj main majboor hun, dua karta hun

khush raho merey dost,shikayat na karna kabhi
jindagi mein apni majil paaney ki bhook  paida to ki hoti

will these challenges consume you

will these ambitions for larger social good that

you claim drive you

will  exhaust you one day

will roots remain alive

when tree will shed all its leaves

when all creepers, insects and birds  which

live on you bid you good bye

will you still be able to laugh

when your branches are cut

when those who water your roots are busy elsewhere

when those you care for

are not able to reciprocate

when your prayers for her well being is not answered the way you want

will u still pray

she does not hope

she will get well ever

but you hope

you pray

you long for that

every day

every breath

will you still be able to beathe

like the way you do,

effusing

hope

energy

love and

longing for

always a better tomorrow

why ask

where will these stairs take me

why do i ask this to myself

but then are stairs always meant to be climbed

why not let this one  remain there, on your arms

in your courtyard

why not stairs be a silent spectators of jouneys abandoned

spring will sustain, do not wail over autumn

let the leaves be shed

let the road be dry, let the dust get into your eyes

wash your face in the little pond on the side

let the fishes laugh at you

let the breeze trouble you

by stirring all the memories

you had lost track of

just walk on,

walk on

the steps ahead will be stronger

the climb less steeper
friends more kind

you will be able to take it, just try

and take it

in your stride

walk along, i am trying to keep pace with you

forgive me if i could not always

i had lost my will to paint
and all the paints had dried
then one day i got up
and saw all blank canvases painted afresh
who had painted these
and why
what is the purpose of filling these blans with
colour
will there be a new spring
will the white lillies be
diplayed outside a window which has
not been opened for a long time

there was a drought for so long

when teh dark clouds gathered

we all celebrated

rain was round the corner

some even ploughed the field

some softened the seeds

some could barely restraun their heartbeat

the memory of smell of the first rain

was already making them mad

i am mad any way

i did not sleep last night

and it is late already today

why am i awake

when i am so tired

is it to celebraate the exhaustion

so that mind can be at rest\

when drained of will

aspirations and dreams

like a tree in bloom

some time you seem so close to the sea

full of vigour and enthusiasm
and some times

you look

like a placid lake, feeling dissipated,

i pray every day

that you get all the lost energy

churn your sea

and take out all the nectar

give me the poison and become immortal yourself

when heat brings out the colours on face unblemished
the shadows find it difficult
to remain untouched
you were not sure if i would be able to remain aloof
but i have hesitated in asserting my rights
the shadows have become longer
it is evening time
will u just go away
and leave me to ponder
do i stand still and be sure
or remain unsure, wander and pursue
a love so pure