Category: poetry

no matter how many times
i replaced the mirror
or repaired it
you will crack it again
healed field
or fragmented images
soiled soul
or precipitated pleasure
or unwillingness to absorb
dont know what it is
which comes in your way
to absorb even the most graceful rays
of a fading sun

once upon a time
there was an old fort
and there were many shadows in front of it
but one stood out
in pink
blue or was it brown

then a star fell
from somewhere
and got stuck
to my
keyboard
now there are many keys
but where is the lock
which i had opened that day

may be that has got rusted
may be it lost its purpose after being opened
may be i need to learn to open the lock again

why did i seek
in the suspended
vine from a branch of a window
with a broken pane
a possibility of aroma
entering my mind
to make me hope,
have faith
and build anew the bridge between what was
and what could be
was it love for randomness
or a desire to court uncertainty

sanso ko sungha
asshaon ki chhanv mein
thoda sa ungha
tum wahin raho
door
thodi aur door
mujhey yahin se apni baat khud se kehne do
kisee adhoori chah ko
bas yuhin adhoora rehney do

aadat si ho gyai hai
aadhey adhurey
geeton ko gaaney ki
mujhey apney pran vayu ke pravah me
yuhin thoda behney do
tum wahin raho
thodi aur door

after a long pause
you asked me
did i hear
and i actually did not
so i asked, can you tell me again
and you said, leave it
silence then sullied the readiness
i had seen in your eyes
for walking on the sea shore
but i forgot that
you did not like water too much
now
some how,
i gathered the wits
and asked again
i now recall what did you say
you asked,
how do i know if i did not hear
i also do not know
if i did not hear
or i heard but did not know that
i had heard it
i am forgetting the index
of what i hear and catalogue
can you let me live with this forgetfulness

do we have a choice
you said
i do not know

be there
still
just wait
but i know you can not
you have to flow
through the flame of faith
and corridor of quiet and warm meanings
dont stop
i will catch up
after all,
i could not for so long. but now, our gate is in sync
let us flow together

there was a lot of pain all this while
when you kept quiet
and also when you spoke
now , silence alone can heal
let the river flow
and breeze not get halted

the cracks in the surface
on which you wanted to build the
edifice of your hopes
were visible to eyes, so young still

but we could not see them
for so long
will these eyes ever forget our difference
i hope they do

in that dark alley
we had touched a truth
while walking through a forest
with fallen leaves
making crackling sound every now and then
as to remind
that kingdom of silence had not been reached
yet
i know
and you to
that there
we dont need words
nor do we open eyes
we just absorb
the truth
of intimacy
wrapped
in a shawl of silence
but transparent
now the shawl is soiled a bit
words are no more what they used to be
i understand
it is ok
we can weave another shawl
someday
when our breaths would have spun enough yarn
of patience and tolerance
today it is in short supply
but only today

karuna ki parakashtha
wo kshana
wo sihran
wo sparsh
wo saans ki dhumil dhwani
wo chhoti si baat par tunakna
wo bahut badhi galtion ko
bhoolna
wo
chup chap
meri udwignta ko sehna
wo befikri ke saath galey lagna
wo sanjeendigi ke saath sab kuchh samjhna
shabdo ke aavaran ke bina
artho ko apney hriday mein atmsaat karna
wo sparsh
wo kshna
kya wo bas ek kshan hi tha