Month: April 2007

ek aakash tumharey paas hai,
ek baadal merey pass hai

kuchh muskurahatey jab idhar udhar miley,
to unko sambhal ke rakho,
kya pata, kis mein chhupi ho,
thodi sarsarahat
thodi si shararat,
aur thodi si aahat
un yadon ki jinnhey
ham bhulaney ka bahana to kartey hai,
par unkey yaad yaaney par,
bahut gehri saans ley
aanhey bhartey hai

yeh jindagi ka sach,
chhupao mat
imandaari se jiyo
kuchh gabhrao mat
sachhai se jeeny ka sukh sabko kahan milta hai
jinkey garondey ret ke hain
unhey toofano ki god
mein sir chhupaney ka sukh kahan milta hai

mainey toofano se dosti ki hai
mainey jamaney ke dastooron ko toda hai
maine dard ke sej par
apni kabra ko khoda hai
aao, aaj phir se mil kar
yeh pran kareny
jo bhi miley
uski takleef kam karey
apni takleefon ko
raaastey ki dhool samajh
hawaon ko arpan karen

Have you tilted the rainbow

In your eyes a bit too much

Have you stumbled a bit

too often, but not really, as such

you did not need to hold my hands

when you gathered some strength

howsoever I wish, again and again

we will hold hands, nevertheless

I will always laugh, when you fight

With little one, and care for him so much

But if I demure a bit, and chuckle

Because I will be noted, to miss that myself

We have to get used to be overtaken

By a wave of time,

that takes it in its own stride

all that we like, love and call, a landslide

the times are changing, our love too

I have been wrong, I have been negligent

And I still want to be loved

Being Imperfect, inadequate and ever aberrant

15.4.07 on way to china

Why did you not wipe

my tears, ever,

In fact not a tear

Even when your hands,

Your warm hands,

were so near

why did you hold the pain,

all of it for so long

why did not you let me flow

why did you become so sane

what is this which makes me

feels so bewildered

have I plucked the flowers

forbidden, even if withered

why will you cry now, when

it is all over

I have to heal my love

No matter what it takes, for ever

You may worry a bit now and then

And also complain, if I do not take care

Of myself, and also of the little lilies,

We sowed in the backyard together

But the times do not last, always

As they seem to be, at least

And thank god, they do not,

As said a wise man, change stays

Let us love, live and learn

All at the same time

Do not bemoan, do not regret

Why some tears become, a sign so sublime

We always crave for the things that we do not have

And ignore the bucket full of  smiles lying around

Is it the irony of  our times, we realize too late

The sparks of light on the way, seem like a bait

Life tests us often, and tries it old tricks, without a slip, or a slate

We miss the friends, fellows and all those

Who walked and walked along for thousand of miles

In search of truth that some considered a waste

For others, a mistaken adventure, of dried twigs and tears, just a paste

I am not sure, if I know, whether I will walk long enough

Some times, I might stumble, without having a hand to hold

Your shadows will chase me, even if you are too tired to stand

I will come back, with lot of flowers, some hot soup, and a warm hand

do not knock so many times

heard the breeze

and stopped for a while

door was not closed completely

but the darkness inside seemed to suggest

the inmates were away

wind decided to knock again

basant shesh nahin hai
sab naye fool palash ke,
ab sookh gayey
hai
aur tum abhi bandanwar nahin utarogi,

sukhey ashok ke patto ki
apney ghar par tangogi
shayad amntran de rahi ho
hawaon ko
apney anagan aaney ka
taaki saari thaki hui
muskaney wo le jaayey
aur tum shant ho

apney andar delkh sako

do not ever dither, my friend

you never know, when will this season end

you will be able to say

some day, this man was not so bad after all

he loved without any hesitation,

but he could not forgive all lapses in time

forgive him, can you

kuchh log aisey bhi hotey hain

apni nakamiyon ka dukh saari jindagi dhotey hai

tumne merey dard ko banta

merey galatiyon ka nateeja
apni nazron se  undeha kiya

merey ghar ke tootey darwajo ko phera

phatey pardo ko apney hathon se sila

meri sharm ko apni palko se dhaka

muhey jeeney ko kaha

aur mein jee gaya

lekin main kuchh bhi nahin de paya tum sabhi ko,

sirf kuchh dukho ke

akso ke jinko ab tum dekhna nahin chahtey

well, if i  do not forgive myself, how will i live
why shall i say, give , just give
a few more moments of company in this hour
when i am desolate, and totally without any power
you will not understand, and go away,
like ever before
but what will i do, stay still
and remain, as ever before, so sure

i did not want the curtains,

you said, you wanted these,

because my transparency

put unnecessarily reflection on others,

who wanted to keep their windows closed,,

now that my curtains are torn

what should i do

reassure every one that i am not

repairing these because i do not want to

or just ignore and hang another one