My happy clock

My clock my friend: pc pixels

I had a clock as a kid
which did not work
not even a bit
I mean
for which
time never passed
not even a tick

what a useless clock
a worthless piece of metal
you would say
but for me it was dear
with whom
I would spend
my entire day

A day would end
but for us
it would stay still
then I grew
but it stayed same
timeless and still

I do remember it
for we spent together
many a happy time
it wasn’t as useless
as everyone thought
because it had a happy chime

You are the sea, I am the sun

The sea
Tranquil and at ease
Aware of the shimmering mirage
On its restless waves
From it’s warmth
It felt the sun

Why? it wondered
And asked the the warm one 
While you play among my waves
you turn me
Into a cloud
Answer me oh mighty Sun!

Why may I ask
Do I drift as a cloud in the breeze
Cover the sky
And mask your light
Turn dark and broody
As I clump into one

Why do I split then
into many and fall
Splashing on pavements and grass
just when I was
Happy in a cloud
Having my little fun

Why do I suffer
the pain
As I fall as rain 
And flow over rocks
Scouring to make my own path
Always on the run

Why do I tire
get polluted
By my own doing, or of other’s sin
I feel sluggish and filthy
When I reach my end
When I am done

There in the end
I am back where I started
Starting from me
Pouring out back into me
I live this cycle over and over again
Aren’t you the one to blame, 
O mighty Sun

Fiery yet calm
Sun spoke through the rays 
of the pristine dawn.
I float in the dark emptiness
Throwing out light
From here, everything I can see

I burn
Holding the raging fire
In my bosom
the turmoil within
In the light and the heat 
Is there for everyone to see

Oh serene one
Only you 
turn into mist
At my touch
the mountains remain
The plants grow
flowers smile in glee

My fiery rays
feel balmy warm
embraced by all it touches 
Some flourish, some wilt
Each one guided
By their nature, none are free

I am not to be blamed
Neither I claim any fame 
It’s for them to wilt or flourish
I don’t nourish
neither punish
It is for me to just burn

You are
the cloud, rain and the river
Wistful, flowing and wet
change is your nature
Yet always
Into the sea you return 

We are both
cursed and blessed
You evaporate
I burn
You are the sea
I am the sun

Haan, Abhi wala mauka sahi hai

लोग हैं, तो रिश्ते हैं
रिश्ते हैं, तो ख़लिश भी 
कोई ग़लत है 
तो कोई सही भी

इस भीड़ में कहीं 
एक हंसी छिपी थी  
अभी अभी तो 
इन आँखों में 
उसकी चमक दिखी थी 

चलो, उसे ढूँढते हैं 
करें कब शुरुआत 
ये सोचते हैं 
है मौक़े बहुत
पर कौनसा मौक़ा सही है

ये जो अभी वाला मौक़ा है 
उसमें क्या कमी है 
हाँ, मौक़े बहुत हैं 
बस वक़्त की तो कमी है

Dancing into the New Year

It’s going to be new year tomorrow.
In next one day, 
we will move a year. 
It seems like that, 
but is not true.
It’s an end of a year
apparently, but it is equally untrue
And a beginning, it seems
But it is as much, 
as any next day
But what, it truly is
It is an occasion 
To rejoice with friends and family
To celebrate this lovely confluence 
Of an end and a beginning
So I am going to go dancing 
into the new year
Grateful for each day 
of the last year
To have taught me a new lesson
To make me older yet wiser, 
Richer, in experience
Poorer, in regrets
To get me here
So that I can reach there
Into the new day
And be the newer me

Yaadon ke Rishte

कुछ बातें 
जो हैं 
सिर्फ़ हमारी
कुछ सच
और कुछ जो 
अब सच बन गये हैं 
जब भी मिलेंगे 
फिर से दोहरायेंगें
साथ हँसेंगें
और जब तनहा होंगे 
उन्हीं क़िस्सों को 
याद कर 
मुस्कुराएँगे
इन क़िस्सों से जुड़े हैं 
इन्ही यादों का तो रिश्ता है
ना खून का 
ना क़ानून का 
पर है बहुत पक्का 
और बहुत सच्चा

For the love of write

I looked up
the stats
And there I saw the dip
From the previous week

I wondered
what happened
how could I fall down
from my previous peak

maybe I said something 
something out of taste
or a line or two
written in haste

so I read through 
all my scribbles 
pleasantly surprised 
that it wasn’t all that waste

I liked 
what I wrote
a fact
I was happy to note 

I wrote
from my heart
a strategy I used
from the very start

words flowed 
and made sense
reflecting what I felt
without any pretence 

So I wrote
for I wanted too
I liked it
maybe you’d like it too

Unbound by stats
unhinged from the likes
there is a bliss
in just getting it right