dont knock, says the shadow of a grave

don’t knock, says the shadow of a grave

i will not give way

even if you remove all the weeds

around the place

do not tell me,

i have to understand

and anticipate

what is that which you crave

dont knock, says the shadow of a grave

i have seen it all

with equifinality, certitude and in jest

the hope, faith and love that you trust

will let you , after all, pave

the path of all those

who come to your door

without knocking,

without assuming

that shadows are your surety

in the game of chance

what if you donot have spears, and

are termed a knave

when the rain is about to come

when the rains is about to come

clouds gather to disperse

just as the dust rises

when herds of cattle return home

and then abandons her journey

and embraces the earth

will i also now settle down

to allow termites to do their job

disintegrate me so that

next seed you sow

grows in fertile ground

and gets to absorb the rain drops

which come down

stability is suspect

stability is suspect
when the quiver of lips holds the
to the door of deep
valleys of desires
but then closer you get,
the diatances multiply and
engulf the arms,
the substance of sterile
longings becomes the chalk
with which you write
on black board of destiny

Deewaron mein dararon mein,


Deewaron mein dararon mein,

bina seemaon ke majhdharon mein

Tum ne liya hai janam,

o, jiddi pedh ab aur mat badho,

 kahin rahi kuchi deewar bhi na toot jayey

Chhat to hai nahin,

Ek bhram angan ka na mit jayey

Kuchh yaadein garbh mein hi so jayey

To achha hota hai

Unki jadey agar badti hai

To phir koi poochhata nahin,

kya yuhin sab kuchh bikhar jayeye



do not wish away the burden of better times

do not wish away the burden of better times

do not erase the claism of forgotten chimes

of a temple far away

Kali was upset that you had prayed there too often in past

her sense of fairness will compel her to answer my wish

but will she be happy that i prayed

morning may remind

while reading the “the atlas of an impossible longing”

i was amazed as to why did tongue always went

where the tooth ached

as the author roy averred

and then realized, may be she had seen

how the memoryscape  always revealed

those peaks which had remained unassailed

in mind or  otherwise