I think I should get lost

मन कहता है 

मैं हो जाऊँ घूम 

…

ना कुछ कहूँ 

ना किसिको सुनाई दूँ 

बस रहूँ 

अंधेरे सा

ना दिखाई दूँ 

और बस घुल जाऊँ

तारों की चमक मैं 

रात कली की महक मैं 

ठंडी हवाओं के झोंके में 

…

मन कहता है 

मैं हो जाऊँ घूम 

I cooked a meal…I couldn’t taste

What’s your favorite thing to cook?

I cooked

A dream

The most delicious one

Full of colour

Loaded with

Wafting aromas

From the array of

Sizzling pans

Simmering couldrons

Then there were

the glass jugs

With frosted sides

Waiting beautifully

Filled with their colourful juices

Competing in a happy way

with the red cherries

That sat contrastingly

Over the white velvety bed

Of sweetest cream

Soft enough to melt

On the hungry teeth

All that I cooked

As I slept smilingly

I couldn’t taste

Alas

When I woke

Hungry

The maze wins

The maze I revel in

I put the leash

On the collar 

Holding it back 

Keeping it safe 

I set the rules

Punished, 

if violated

Rewarded, 

if it was followed

I set the path

That right one

For I know 

What’s right 

And what it takes 

To survive

Made of safety nets

Woven from the yarn of rules

I create 

My world

A bunch of 

do’s and don’ts

Likes and dislikes

I lived in the maze

scurrying around 

the narrow rows

Trapped I was 

But blissfully safe

Each passing day

I celebrated as a victory

Every day, 

actually 

The maze won 

Maut ka Jhashn (Glorious celebrating the death)

तेरी मौत का 
जश्न बड़ा आलीशान है 
ए आदत 
ये तुझसे मेरी आखरी मुलाकात है 

गहरी नींद में 
सो रहा था हैवान 
वहीं नींद में 
गला घोंट आया हूँ 

आज जब से जगा हूँ 
सब कुछ बदला सा है 
पाऊँ ज़मीन पर नहीं 
आज मन कुछ हल्का सा है 

बहुत खाया 
अब भूक नहीं 
पहुँच गया हूँ 
अब कोई चूक नहीं 

नई सुबह है 
नई पहचान है 
ए आदत, तेरी मौत का जश्न 
बड़ा आलीशान है

Where do I start?

Where can you reduce clutter in your life?

Ha ha

Don’t get me started

And the question is itself an answer

The question is ‘Where do I begin’

When the clutter stretches to ‘Everywhere’

Everything is useless

Yet everything I want

I really don’t need them

Neither do they need me

But still

We cling to each other

Now I guess

I am a clutter too

I had a dream

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?

I had a dream
that glazed my eyes
as a wide eyed kid
Unsure and forlorn

A dream, 
vague and unclear 
Yet wondrous,
hopeful and warm

Of being someone 
who, I wasn’t yet 
And who 
I would be, eventually 

A dream of reaching 
a favourable point
in the stream of time
Gradually, yet surely 

And then 
with the wonder struck eyes
And my unsteady little hands
I rowed, 
the little boat of mine

Then came the eddies
The boat, they twisted and tossed
Till the oars fell off 
and the little hands, held on to the rails

The boat drifted
along the stream
guided by the currents
and the unforgiving winds

Till it reached
Somewhere on the stream of time
A destination 
Certainly not mine

I should have rowed
Yes I do regret
But to miss the fun on the eddies
I regret a bit more

I should have left the rails
I should have gotten wet
On the roller coaster ride 
In Joy, I should have yelled

Waters are calm now
I am closer to the sea
The tumultuous stream I travelled
I can look back and see

Every path 
Every stream, I could see
Was flowing quietly 
Into the vast sea

There, in the boat
Enjoying the setting sun
As the river merged into sea
I quietly stayed

There, in the calm
My wrinkled hands left the rails
Looking up to the sky
Thanking god, I silently prayed