Roshni ka Dayara “Boundaries of Light”

Shadow on my wall
मेरी हस्ती का है 
रोशनी का दायरा 
रोशनी से लिपटा 
अंदर, साये से भरा 

रोका है 
मैंने रोशनी को 
नादान, 
उसके सामने खड़ा

तिनका 
उस रोशनी में 
रोक कर समझूँ 
अपने को बड़ा

ना हूँ मैं 
तो हो सिर्फ़ रोशनी 
पहचान जाऊँ जब 
अपनी असल कहानी 

नयी सुबह की भोर में 
दायरा सिकुड़ जाएगा 
बस रोशनी होगी
साया पिघल जाएगा 
If there was no me, 
will there be a shadow?
Would I lose my shadow 
or will I create light?

Shining dew drop of bliss

PC: pixels
For all that I get
A bit more I desire
Will there ever be enough
Than what I require?

I must now starve
For I have eaten enough
Till the crave is lost
And there is none to corrupt

I have filled the pot 
it now brims over
Must scoop every bit out 
Till there ain’t no leftover

Better still to break
the clay pot into dust
Spilling all it has 
Seeping and merging with Mother Earth

Scorched earth
Would call for rain
The flowing water will take away
the dust and stain

And when the new sun shines
From behind the grey clouds
There will be fresh new grass
and the shining dew drop of bliss

Wahan Kaphila Milega

कई अल्फ़ाज़

यूँही रह गये

खुले आसमान में

कहीं बह गए।

वहाँ बादलों से

बारिश के साथ बरसेंगे

उन बूँदों में कहीं

शायद

अपना क़ाफ़िला मिलेगा

Mere saath chala woh Chand

Moon and its wing

पुराने गाने सुनते

रस्ता चला

पेड़, खेत, नादिया

पीछे छोड़ चला

साथ चली बस हवा

कुछ गुनगुनाती

अच्छे सफ़र की

देती दुआ

और चला वो चाँद

हर कदम मेरे साथ

बादलों से गुज़रता,

कुछ मुस्कुराता

जानता है वो, शायद

मेरे मन की बात

I experienced Sin

I experienced
the sin
Pure and septic
gagged upto the brim

Through the sieves
of Desires
In the hell
of scorching fires

It flowed
through the veins
Burning the neural path
Furrowing deep ruts in the brain

Botched patches
of dried blood
Making random patterns
of the habitual flood

For there was
nothing to gain
Just to experience
The inscrutable pain

Yet it prevailed
Vanquishing the sane
In the duel for reason
A fight in vain

Clouded lights
Forming blinded shadows
Crawling the grimy floor
as the spectre arose

Larger than the eye
it could no longer see
Entangled in the long tethers
festered the illusion of free

The divine voices called
Well meaning, yet irate
Drowning hands clawed the precipice
just in time before too late

In the sweat
I came washed
With trampled skin
Deeply rashed

No clothes could stick
The new naked dawn
Exposed to the dewy rays
the demon was gone

I found the divine
Beyond the din
Blissfully aware
I had experienced the sin