when the spring has decided to stay away

when the spring has decided to stay away

what do the mountains do

the birds, butterflies, the trees and the shrubs

will they remain quiet

when the

rivers will flow but without the laughter

and joy of the banks

which celebrated the union

and also the partings with sparkle in their heart

may be we should just remind the makers of dams

the explosion that might take place some day

and dissolve all the banks

and unfreeze then their suppressed aspirations

do i write poems for some one

do i write poems for some one
do i write
poems
for
some
one
i write, this is sure
but then are these thoughts mine, are these triggered by a single experience, absence or presence
i do not know
the truth is
i write
poems
for some one
who is that,
do i know
does it matter

when the postcards were not sent

when the postcards were not sent

i wrote one every day

as if i had a lot to say

but then why would i say

what is so obvious and plain

the journeys are not made on ground

they are made in mind

why will then road blocks deter any one

why will we have frustration and anger so much

why not just wash oneself of all the strain

and embark again, again and again

the clouds do not always bring rain

yes, do not we like them, when sun is hot

door bell rings, and a letter that postman brought

undelievered,  because the address was wrong

when destinations change

when clouds do not rain

one should  move on, again, gain and again

is baarish mein hawa itni tej kyun hai

is baarish mein hawa itni tej kyun hai

khidaki ka parda sthir nahin hai

roshni bahar ja rahi hai

koi rahi ruk na jayey

is liye diyey mein tel na dalo, uski lau ko bhujney do

ab hawaon se diyey ko bhujaney ka intzaar mat karo

andhera to tumhey kabhi bhi achha nahin lagta tha

phir diye se bair kyun

utho, khidki ko band kardo

roshni ko tej kar do

bijli ke chamakney se hui roshni mein khat mat padho

kya pata kaunsio baat padho aur kisko chhod do

is khat ko itminan se padhna

ab thoda hawaon ko jasb karo

shantti se

some dreams are overtaken by fury of floods again

i had built a small house

just the other day after toil

and labour

he helped by lending some stones and she helped

by letting me use their stairs

the friend next door helped in plastering the wall

and even that lady, who fought with me often at water tap

sprinkled water on the newly built walls

ever and ever so often

every thing washed awy but not exactly

all these gestures are imprinted in my heart

ho will flood wsh these memories away

try, if you can, o river unabated.

o Kaaali, fill my mind, being and thoughts

i do not know
when was the last time
i sat down silently
without a thought in my mind
but then you were always there
so, thoughtlessness
was actually an invitation

and u did not ever need a second call

so, o Kaaali, fill my mind, being and thoughts
with a possibility
which is self destructive

after a bath in the midnight

after a bath in the midnight
i feel so light
you wonder why we run away from shadows
we know they can not fight
But that day, it was shadow in your eyes
which we fought about, not knowing who was right
you, who always doubted me,
made fun of my plight
and i like a fool, took fancy for the edges of your toes
as if these were the brims of a cup full of nectar, shining so bright
now you tell me that i mistook the spring for summer
and have missed many stars in your eyes, half asleep in the late night
let us raise toast to that shooting star
which announced the time of looking up,  in the sky lit with it slight
why feel sad, why wait for clouds to rain,
a few tears for the unspoken, unheard and untouched moments
will make you feel light