Category: poetry

Kali tum phir na mujhey kshama karna

jalney dena

glani ki agni mein,

yuhin jyun tadapta hai, koi mrig bina jal registan mein

aur mrigtrishan ka vardaan dekar, mujhey

saza dena

kya pata, is tap se tumhara man bhar jaayey

koi pathar raam ke sparsh se shabri ban jaayey

lekin meri is jeevan mein bas ek hi abhilasha hai

tumhara krodh mujhey hi miley sabse jayada

main kahun garv se,

mujhsey hi nibhaya tumney ek vada

jab bhi kabhi kisee par gusssa aaya

tumney mujhey sotey se jagaya

aur kaha, utho, ab phir se tapney ka waqt aaya

jo bhi kamaya tha aaj tak,  usko kaudi ka  daam lagaya

mein bhi socha, shayad jab khali ho jaun

tumharey sneha se phir bhar paun

a wanderer, a dried leaf, or a hair that
dropped off when u combed ur hairs yesterday

i tried to catch it and ran after it

but then winds were strong

i am still chasing those hairs
which may have nurtuRed  some buds
in the earth
that i had tilled so hard

but could not sow any seeds
lest the trees insist

that i take rest under
these

rest under it

---------old poem , 2000

why does the sound of flute not agitate the radha any more
asked krishna
to the trees, rivers and the mountains
he wandered, stopped tilling the land,
sowing the seeds
talking to people,
looking at even in the mirror
told radha, go,
and look at in the mirror of soul
find out
why flute does not resonate the same way
find out why the yearning
do not seem so earnest
find out when did you clean the mirror last
krishna became silent
he did not want to find out out
he did not want to listen
he just stood still
and let the breeze blow

Gandhi tum kaise ho

kabhi bhi mil jaatey ho

yahan, wahan aur sab jagah

kuchh kehtey ho, kuchh sehtey ho

khamoshi ke saath

jaaney kyun itna rehtey ho

gaadnhi tum kaise ho

lagta hai, heerey ki mafik

18 carat soney me bandhney ko badhya

tumharey vichar ,

mery 10-12 carat ke hathon mei

ab kaisey reh payengey

tum phir bhi yahi kehtey ho

ki gandhi sulabh hai,

gandhi sahaj hai

gadnhi saral hai

meri kamjorion se

mujhey koi shikayat nahin

tumney bhi to unko bandhanwar ki tarah

aponey dwar par latkaya tha

meri abilashao ko

apnaya tha

gandhi tum sach mein

bilkul vaise ho

jaisa mainey khamoshi ke antraal mein

tumko paya tha

may not even hear
when you return
to knock
at the closed door
locked by the
lies
i told to myself
but when truth was spoken
did the wind take the sounds
its eloquence even to the
grove besides my house
where you rested
quietly
like a squirrel
perched on the tree
in rain

i could  smell the aroma
of an unripened garden
that you did not care to erase or uproot
when you left that valley
unguarded and uncared
now that i have seen it
i will go back
to the peaks which might still be unassailed
but for how long

Gandhi,

will you be born again

why should  your words

be a measure

to deny us worldly pleasure, are you

an erasure

of all desires

which censure

the wishes of those

who follow you for some distance

and then find chasing the mirage

unsure,

you are pure

but does not diamond need casing of only

eighteen carat gold

should we not

thus be more impure

to keep the diamonds

of your thoughts

in our heart

for sure

when is becomes ought

i am unable to decide

was this the fate

that i had really sought

no matter, what arguments we use

the dreams are not sold

and the promises are not bought

we pursue our missions

uncaringly about the stops on the way

who bothers

whther few birds do not keep the sway

the silence is sufficient

to suggest that we are right

or else, the loud voice would  have erased

no matter what  we write

will u hold the string still
when i am crossing the river
on the bridge
feeble and weak
but with enough strength to let me cross over

will u hold the string still
when i dance and sing
like a doll
in His hands
unsure
where will i go, if i go