Tuesday, April 24, 2007

bas chand lamhon ke liye

gul se shabnam ki mulakaat hoti hai

jab kisi ka din nikalta hai

to kisi ki raat hoti hai

Saturday, April 21, 2007

An ode to the woman in ankita's sketch

Wish I knew where she abides
What are the fears that she hides
Behind this unimpassioned face
The frailty behind this stoic grace
I wish that I knew.

Though devoid of colors
Yet so full of lure
Is there a contempt in her eyes?
Or she just wants to be sure
I wish that I knew

Is this ivy or myrtles
She wears in her braided hair
In her heart is love which kindles
Or just a fleeting flare

How I wish, that I knew !

Sunday, April 15, 2007

A morass of blues

My window overlooks a landscape
But I keep it closed to ward off the chilly air
And for the view outside I don’t much care
For I know only too well what lies out there--
An old road, on which I never saw any one pass,
By the white mist, shrouding a blue morass

Often in sleepless nights I walk up to the window
With cold, lifeless darkness pervading outside
The glass of window mirrors only what’s inside
Thinking about the blue morass
And the road no more in use
In the panes I see reflected
Pangs of failures and a morass of blues

This morning, shafts of golden light
Filtered to my bed through the window’s sieves
With disbelieving wonder I heard
Punctuated by calls of cuckoo bird
Distant rustling of the leaves
Curious, I opened the window
So sure of finding the abandoned road and the blue morass

But what I saw was clear blue sky spread over lush green grass

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Bhoot hun main

shunya se jab jeevan nikal gaya
to baki reh gaya kaal
jhoot, paap aur bhay ka janjaal
maut jahan nigalti jeevan ko
aise bhayawah shamshanon mein
ghor ghane biyabanon mein
barfeeli sard chattanon mein
soonsaan makanon mein
rehta main har jagah hun
milta par kahin nahin hun
paida hota mann mein
mann ka par main waham nahin hun

shaakh se gira k patton ko
fiza ne darakht se kaha
'kitne badal gaye ho tum'


While lying in the ruins of past
I often road to my destination behold
on its grassy surface i view
strewn like morning dew
my dreams growing old

Beneath the white tufts of clouds crossing the vast blue sky
while lying in these ruins I' ve seen, seasons come and go by
On a misty morning,my road often disappears
and when autumn leaves are falling
a desolate look it bears
but again its hung with fragrant flowers
when joy comes down in careless showers

I long to walk that road
which I' ve long seen
wet and dry
but to leave these ruins
I'm not very keen
one may wonder why

What lies in these ruins
that doesn't lets me leave
maybe, its mellow melancholy
which some memories weave
or its isolation,where no one hears my sighs
or may be its darkness
which lets me escape even my own eyes

But now on this dawn when my path lies glittering in the sun
I decide to these ruins some other day I shall return
I may return someday to relish
delectable memories of the past
but today I move out to cherish
my dreams - for they may not forever last