Month: April 2009

when you asked me to bend
> forward and pick up
> the fallen pearls,
> i did not know if you just liked those pearls more
> or the act of my bending down
> like a creeper which has climbed a tree but knows not
> should it climb all the way up
> till the tip
> when sun screams to make it burn slowly

bahut saari roshnion se ghira hua hun main kyun hun

kis roshni ki parchhayi se main naapu

apni andar ki tanhai ki gehrai

kyun itni roshnion ne mujhey ghera hai

kya saara andhera ab door ho jayega

phir main ky abahan banunga

galatiyan karney ke lieye

wah, kaisa nyay hai, saari roshnion se gher

mujhey merey hi prakash mein kaid kiya

mujhey kaha main azaad hun

aur mera andhkar mere dwar ke bahar

ban gay bas ek bandanwar

ek baar phir mujhsey kahan par yeh poochh liya

kis maud se main chala tha

aur kis chowk par main lautaney ka nirnay kiya

jaise ki in swalon ko mainey apney liyey

meel ka pathhar mana ho

nahin yeh sab bemani ha

kuchh mat poochho,

kisee sawal ka jawab deney ko

main badhya nahin hun,

aur bina in bandhanon ki wajah se hi to

itna  ghoom paya hun, kabhi kisee maud se wapis aaya

aur kisee chowk par saleeb par chadhaya gaya hun

it did not matter

if the wait was in vain or not

so long as i tried

and you tilted a few branches of the  tree

in your garden

from which i could  pluck a few fruits

and offer them in the temple

behind your house

so that you could pray

and say

will you still assert

your sanity

or by losing track of it, dissolve yourself

in my arms and become a moment

devoid of any vanity

mujhey kise uljhan mein mat dalo

mujhse atankit bhi mat ho

kisee trishna ka poshak to main nahin ban paya

par kai baar pighalti  barf ki tarah kaanpa hun

koi bhanp na ley, is liyey audh kar ek kambal bhari sa

bahut saarey ankahey khyalon ka mantra jaanpa hun

dekha hai kisee badal ko

safed ret mein liptey huey

mano kisee sant ne

kee ho shankar ki upasana

maut ke alingan me

kaise upjegi wasna

tum aahat mat ho,

kshitiz ko ghulney do

mit jaayengey jab sab kshana

aur unkey paon ke wah sab chinha

jinko dekh dekh wishpan karney ko hi to  koi aaya tha

usko bhram tha, ki usko tumhey hi bulaya tha

kuchh khayal aisa bhi hai

jiska hisab kuchh waisa hi hai

jaisey kisee ped par amarbel ghani ho gayi ho

kisee ki khwahish ki chhaya mein ek  ummed pal gayi ho

usk dhyan rakho, usko ahat mat karo

lekin amarbel ka hisab bhi to dena hai

jo bhi liya hai udhar us se, usko usey may sud dena to hai

to phir pran tyag do,

chhaya ko baha do nadiya mein

chalo kisee pahad ki choti par

ab jaakar baith jayeyn

jo bhi na kah payey, usko waha jakar gayey

when did i say, i  was not here

did i appear so busy with trivia or was it just the vanity

which prevented me to indulge in a small talk

i am not sure

the irrelevance of what we are

only becomes apparent when

we  are not what we want to be

so be just as you are

and be there where you are

for the presence of spirit

does not need containers of life

nor of any expectation

do not ask me what did pilgrim seek

when she went to the door of forsaken deity

atop a hill

so far away

i only have seen the beautiful weeds

growing in the depressions of her footsteps

in which morning dew had gathered

when the hues change
blues amidst the orange name
what is there in greens galore
some, spread your scarf
under my shadow, o traveller alone
who knows wind may blow
fast again\
some fruits may fall in your lap
wittingly or otherwise
but with no one to blame