World will have to wait

Sheepishly, 
Little paws 
Ventured out
Beyond the known

Gate swung open
To reveal another world
No chew sticks
No flavoured bones

There he stood
Wavering and unsure
On the very edge of his entire world
at the open portal, the open gate

held back by fears
it stayed rooted
There is a world out there
And it would have to wait

The wet grass and the feet of sun

गीले घास पर

पड़े जब नंगे पैर

लगा जैसे

धरती से जुड़ गया हूँ

ओस की ठंडक जैसे

मुझमें घुलने लगी

भीनी भीनी सी

सुबह की धूप भी

आसमानों से जैसे

उसी वक़्त आ पहुँची

उसकी गर्माहट

कुछ नया एहसास

लेके आयी है

खून के सात घुल कर

दिलों की धड़कन

और साँसों में समायी है

कुछ कदम जो चले साथ

हम एक हो गये

उस बगीचे में

बस रह गया

एक महकता

सुंदर एहसास

Scratches on the Disc…and I dance

Scratches 
on the disc
Form Concentric Ruts

They play
What they heard
No ifs, no buts

The grooves
linger long
Deeper, it gets

Happiness 
Eludes
Deeper regrets

The disc 
Rotates
Needle rides along

Scratch by scratch 
Plays
The preset song

Old song plays
memories paralyse
Mind stuck in past

Eyes well up
heart aches
Poison surges fast

Shake of the head
Shrug of the shoulder
Breaks the crippling trance

Yes, it’s just a song
Why shouldn’t 
There be a new dance

And then
We danced
With not a care

Making new ruts
Louder ones, and no way not in tune
For 
I simply couldn’t care

The God’s Whisper

The yellow one
Who sets 
the palate
Who mixes 
the colours
Who holds 
the divine brush
To paint 
this wonderful picture

In the splash
Of colours 
Lies the speck
Of creation
If the pixel 
is so divine 
How great would be
the complete picture

The colour
is in the eyes
And the mind divine
Only those 
willing to stop 
and witness
Can hear 
The God’s whisper

The red petal

Fallen petal in my garden
Lonesome Red petal
a piece of the tree
is now fallen 
And free

Bathed in the
Dew drops, pure as glass
Served and protected
by loyal blades of grass

It retains its colour
Vivid and true
Unaware it’s fallen
And would never be new

In decay
It glows
What it is
It shows

Its fallen
Yet it remains
With its colour
the mind it stains

Soon 
The petal
would cease to be
Dissolved in life
no longer be there
For everyone to see

It had fallen
Separated 
And free
Dissolved in the mud
Would seep back
Into the tree

People fade, Music remains

Sitting in a cafe
Music baring loud
Can’t hear a thing
Alone, in the crowd

Cocooned in the song
People speak with no voice
Just the lips moving
And a silent noise

There is no one to see
Blinding Lights cloud the eye
In those flickering lights
shadows hide, whoever am I

In the public, I find
My own private space
I have nothing to explain
There no one I need to face

As it gets louder
There no more sound
People fade
Music remains