It never emerged It was cut to size In the morning Like a ritual Always This time It emerged When we were alone Like a shadow Darker We spent time Alone and together It stayed As a friend Close Bit unkempt Some strands of grey Whichever way It still remained Friend over the days ItContinue reading “Beard”
Category Archives: Poem
Tum ho
तुम वो रात होवो नींद होतुम वो सुबह होतुम यहीं हो ख़्वाब होसाँस होयहीं मेरे पासहर पल में हो वो धुन होजिसे गुनगुनाया हैवो याद होजिसे मुस्कुराया है तुम हो वहाँजहां मंज़िल हैक़रीब हो, दूर होजहां जाना है मेरा कौन होक्या नाम रखूँरिश्ता नहींमेरी पहचान हो तुम आज होमेरा कल भीक्या और है मुझमेंमेरा सबContinue reading “Tum ho”
Dark Coffee
Fluid Pours outWarm and brewedFrom the potInto the expectant gobletWaiting impatientlyLike a tired mind Crystals of sweetBlend like magicInto the Juiceof dark bitter beandark brown fluidLooks pretty fine The aroma risesHarbinger of the tasteScales the chasmbetween the cup and lipOh that smelltriggers the mind The first siptastes like heavenCataputing me awayFrom the grimeI am pureContinue reading “Dark Coffee”
Rear view mirror
In the rearviewLie memoriesBitter and sweet Beyond the mirrorlush meadows stretchwith possibilities to greet We move onWith our livesEach on a different street We had our moments togetherIt’s goodbye for nowWith promises to meet
Aakhon ka Kasur
ये आँखेंसब देखती हैक़सूर क्या इनका हैमन का शीशा हैजो बिखरा हुआ है कौन सी बातें हैंजो कहें हमजो अछी लगेंशब्दों का ज़ायक़ाकुछ बिगड़ा हुआ है सारा जहां ज़हन में हैक्यूँ फ़िज़ूलजमाने से ख़फ़ा हैंमन का चश्मा हैजो ज़रा पोशिदा है
I am home
The house stood tallProud and elegantLike it’s been waiting The swing watchedQuite and staticLike it’s been waiting The porch extended its armpainted freshly redDressed elaborately to receive The demon face smilesVainly trying to scareGrossly unable to deceive The furniture sits calmlySure of us to sit with themYet a bit impatient The calendar marks the dateCrossingContinue reading “I am home”
Place in my heart
There is a placein my heartWhere love hurts Lurks in the depthsSometimes hiddenSometimes it erupts Not in wordsNor in sightHas no end, and no start I am alone thereIt’s my spaceTucked deep in my heart
The dream of Democracy
The dream of democracyUtopian it may be,but full of hope… it is. Many voicesthrough one,a dream it may bebut full of hope… it is Virtuous leader emergeReflecting the voicesChaotic fairness it may be,but full of hope… it is Power to the peopleThrough the will of peopleFor the wish of the peopleIdealistic it isbut full ofContinue reading “The dream of Democracy”
The din would stop
The din would stopThe clamour would ceaseIn the calm that followsYou will find me And when you doPromise me you shallBe true in what you doTrue in what you be For what you areIs because of meFor what you must beis what they see You will recogniseI haven’t changedIn the changing timesI have remained SteadfastContinue reading “The din would stop”
Khwabon ka zayaka
ज़ायक़ा शायदवैसा ही होगाजैसा चखा थाउन महकते ख़्वाबों में बदन की ख़ुशबूमन की महकजुड़ से गए हैंइन सिसकती साँसों में असल और ख़्वाबमें फ़रकथोड़ा धुंधला गया हैइन उलझे ख़यालों में भूल गया हूँक्या सच है क्या ख़्वाब हैमगन हूँ में बसउन साँचे एहसासों में एक निवाला प्यार काशिद्दत से चखा हैअसल का तो पता नहींशायदContinue reading “Khwabon ka zayaka”
