Shining, sharp and stacked
Waiting to stab, poke and scoop
Confined to the stack
Confined to the Stack #haiku
Its wine or blood
It’s wine or blood
Depends on how it tastes
Each one intoxicating
Depends on how one takes
It’s an addiction
The goblets change
the body or the bottle
the coincidence is strange
Rich feast on poor
Strong on the weak
The toast is for the victor
Never a privilege of the meek
The beast reeks of power
There is no remorseful eye
It sucks to the very last
till the skeleton is dry
It’s not the win
It gloats on the loss
Intoxicated beast
steps on the slushy red sauce
It’s blood or wine
Greedy fangs knows
Wine may be over
The blood still flows
Khamosh tare
रात की चहल पहल में
तारे ख़ामोश थे
कुछ आवाज़ ना हो जाए
बादल, चुपचाप चल रहे थे
चाँद आधा चमक रहा था
शायद कुछ छुपाए हुए था
वो कदम साथ साथ चल रहे थे
और धड़कन भी
कुछ ना कहा
फिर भी कहानी कह गए
वो गूंजती धड़कन
और वो ख़ामोश तारे
From earth they all rise
From earth they rise
Some wanted
Some undesired
Some ugly, some nice
Not only the matter of seen
The lush grass
the incessant weed
Both coloured bright green
Both rise together
Nourished by the same sun
Sprouting from the same earth
None worse, none better
Existing for what they are
Unconcerned by likes and dislikes
Expressing their self
None a loser, none a star
Who is the reason?
the seeds that flies
Or the winds that carry
Or is it the season
They grow where they fall
Earth sees no shape
Sun sees no colour
There is space for all
Would they be Blessed or Doomed
Owner of the garden decides
For the planted
And the mushroomed
Turning a new leaf
Let’s turn a new leaf
It need not be green
Any colour you feel
Any shade you want
It’s your tree
It’s your leaf
Falling
Falling
I am falling
Faster and heavier
Pulled inwards
Yet surging out
The tear is wider
Ripping open the truth
Layer by layer
the sheaths are parted
the endless fall ends
Static at the bottom
There in the abyss
There appears a light
Clear as crystal
The vision is clear
In a mind placid
There are no sheaths
There is just me
And there lies the truth
Nasha Hai
क्या दिखता है
क्या सही है
नशा है
उतर जाएगा
Under the same blue sky
We sit
on the same
wet grass
Under the same
blue sky
We live
In the same,
Fleeting moment
together we watch
the moment pass by
No words
Are uttered
None are needed
in the silence
there is no lie
Sunflower #haiku
The flower withers
The sun stays shining above
Seeds will rise again
Silent windows
Ever seen lights
in the night
Little windows
Curtained or otherwise
Spilling lights,
Telling tales
Inocent traitors
of secrets inside
Telling all
Yet holding back
Held back by
Vaguest of ties
Each one lost
In multitudes of lights
Hiding, yet being a beacon
Of another life
Another life
Full of sorrows and lies
Celebrating a happy moment
Or a momentous high
Each one trapped
With losses and gain
or with a dread
of living in vain
Each one oblivious
of other ties
other lights
with other lives
That’s why
I am indebted to the silent windows
of the things they left unsaid
of untold stories indoors
Blissfully ignorant
Greatflul to the lights
of silent windows
Curtained or otherwise
My Tales Within 