river swallowed the banks to become a lake

the ripples of red sun
which drowned in a white lake
seeking to get close to its own  reflection;

whispers of eastern winds
while wading through clumps of bamboo
deluding itself that rustling sound was its echo

when the silence was engulfed in an intrigue
to retain the cloak of subtlety or speak out
why did it chose to just whisper its disapproval

the banks of a river were worn out
did not matter how often  the waves swept over them
but then one day that river swallowed the banks to become a lake

thak jata hun kabhi kabhi

thak jata hun kabhi kabhi

aur phir likhney lagta hun

ek kahani

un dino ki

jab kisee sufi ke kabra par hamney mannatey maangi thi

kisee ki khushi ke liye

taaki

wo khushian

hameny ek dossarey se door kardey

lekin in dooriyon mein hi to sachhi aas chhupi hai

jiski  parchhayi meri aur teri aaknon me baasi hai

why do not you aspire to evaporate

why do not you aspire to evaporate

when i have been destined to

why cant i be the air

you breathe

why cant i be aroma

which makes every devotee of Kaali mad

why can not i be the dust which

you need to plaster the path

on which your loved one will walk

tum kahin door jao

tum kahin door jao

aur phir wapis mat aao

keh ke mujhey usney wida kiya

kisee kasam se nahin bandha

kisee apeksha ka teer nahin saadha

lekin mein aaj bhi bandha hun

un niayamon se

jinhey tumney banaya hai

koi lehar jab chahey mujhey upar uchhal sakti hai

aur jab chahey duba sakti hai

leheron key

seeney mein darad na ban jaun

is lieye samundra ne taya kiya hai

mujhey doobaney nahin diya jaayey, aur bas isee tarah

taraju ki tarah hawa se

bandh tairaney diya jayey

ek bina mastool ki naav ki tarah

khuley samundra mein

when journey is just a means

when journey is just a means

of being there, we do not have to reach any where

we can not

chained as we are some times

to the lamp posts

but then we are allowed to walk

a little aorund the light

whenever it is dark

chasing the shadows

of the light

within

the dissonance between what is and ought to be

the dissonance between what is and ought to be

stems as much from what we think the perimeters of ought are today

as from what you consider of relevance

a missed meeting  one day may matter more

than all the hours, days and months we spent together

the length of moments is not measured by what we did or did not then

but what we remember of those moments

why do we remember only what pains us,

why are all the pleasant laughters  forgotten,

when some expectations are belied

when some expectations are belied
we make new resolutions
telling ourselves, how foolish of us
to expect in the first place.
but then if we did not expect much,
what will remain to pursue any more