Month: December 2006

i have no favourites
asserted the wind
when it took away
your scarf the other day
i do not know where to, but it flew
as if the wings of the bird
destined to cross the sea had been
painted blue
i saw the streak of blue all over
it did not matter that
the sky was dark
and black

the train is about to leave

my tears can not stop it

nor should they,

you have destinations to reach

if you stop

what will happen to

those who wait for you,

and those who wait have prior claims;

do they, i do not know

but then my season is over,

i must evaporate like the steam of the

engine of your train

what will the clouds so formed do

will they rain on the tracks of the train

and wash all the

memories

or will they

quench the thirst of the some dry fields

let me pray

memories are a punishment

but they also rejuvenate

the resolution to wait

till

the train comes again

Dard is baarish mein gehra ho raha hai,
ek musafir chupchap thoda ro raha hai,
kaun kehta hai use  ab gam hai bhari,

wo to  kabra ke apni chauro aur
kuchh phool akela bo raha hai

kya is tarah kuchh ruk saka
jo bhi saha, raha unkaha
kya kahun, kaisey kahun
kis ped ki chhanv ke neechey rahun

tum to door ek badal ki tarah
hawaon ko chumo bin wazah
lekin main hun, ek dor se bandha
jis ney rakha hai mujhko jinda

chalo bhul jayen shikwe wo sarey
jinhoney diye jakhm itney saarey
kaun kehta hai hai ki ab waqt poora hua
kaun jaaney lag jaayey hamko  kis ki dua