Month: September 2014

wish one had walked longer
carried more load
and lightened the burden a bit more
but then it will appear
like a train which slows down
on steep turns
and i realise the steepness of the turn
from truth
to hazy shades of smartness
was indeed high
so relax
enjoy
and walk under the sun
or in shade
does it matter

when pain takes over
and tears no more wash the stains
would u stop and stop calculating
losses and gains
when pain takes over

and the feathers of a dove are ruffled
will you let it fly
even if it rains

if reflections in the eye
could tell so much
what would have been the case,
had there been a
a curtain
of clouds sailing in the lake
like sails of a ship
punctured
but not torn yet
had moved
here and there
till winds having marcy on them
had allowed the waves to
to swallow it

Patwaron mein lipat kar
Naon ka taaj pehen
Tum
Chali aayi
Lehron ke gehno se Saji
Chandani ki tashtari mein
Paros ke apney man ki mithai
Tum le aayi

Ab boondo se kaho
Palko par tumharey
Wo ghonsley swapno ke na banayey
Kahin neend se uth kar
Aaus mein bheegi hui
Ek Kiran Sooraj ki na le ley angdayi
Aur phir thodi sahmi sahmi si
Thodi hichkichaht
Kahin lab par tumharey
Na le aayey wo arthbhari rubai

Na main Kuchh Bol paun
Na tum Kuchh sun pao
Aur ek khamoshi ka angwastra
Dheerey se Utaar kar
Aankhon se lipat jayey na
Wo Ummeed se bhari tanhai

Aaao tumhey apney galey se laga lun
Kisee muskan ke baadal ko
Apni sanson mein basa lun
Phir agar toot Gaya Baandh
Aur beh Gayi hichkichaht ki CHAadar
To bhi kya main tumhari pyaas apney aaansuon se Bhar payi

Na jaaney Kab se paaley huyey ho is
Sookhi bagiya ko harey karney ka Swapn
Kya pata tum kabhi Jaan bhi paogey
Kitna dard hota jab koi aks Sheeshey mein tootata hai
Tumney kaha kya Isee liyey jindagi ab thakan ko itna sah payi

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Dance
O drop of dew
Dance
On the tip of the moist blade
Of grass, under some shade
Dance
O flake of snow
Under an unsigned glow
Dance dance
O quiet river, flow
So what if
You have nothing much to show
Dance

Don’t dust the pane
The soaked curtain
Breeze is cold
Silence is gold
Let us close
All the books still open
Aged settle the debt
Not yet paid
But factoring people have come
They will collect
What is left
And lose the books
Let us walk
Don’t try to talk
Words have lost their meanings
I can see your leanings
That’s why trees have shed leaves
Autumn’s dry zone has taken its toll
Let us decide, whether to walk
After all
It’s our call

Dark clouds look ominous a bit
I m not sure
If they mean well tonight
They wish to flood every single valley
Which had flowers growing since summer
Why do they have so much to soak
Have the tears of all the eyes
Sad and wet
Not tired yet
Been soaked by them
Ready to rain
What will they gain

Don’t bother
Enjoy your freedom
Unhinged doors don’t have to be opened
They are just pushed a little
They fall apart
Now that gate is open
Walk out into the open
Courtyard
And take a deep breath
World is changing
Words count
People care
Worms deepen the soul
Bees have a compulsion. To share

when peaks are clothed in white
i was wondering if they were
expressing condolence
on the demise
pf a cloud
that took off with vigour
but then descended quietly
to enrich the river
but why so much
that valley is in flood

like a fleeting cloud
you scattred so many colours
which soaked me
when i decided to walk in rain
and i am still wet