If you could have something named after you, what would it be?
There is a Sunday
a Monday
a Tuesday
a Wednesday, Thursday
and Friday too
there even
is a Saturday
Why can’t we
add one
My Day
What makes me laugh

I make the world
to live a life
and enjoy
and then
I feel hurt
and cry
start
believing
my own lie
and then I wonder
what will happen
when I die
and that
makes me laugh
and
sometimes
cry
Kai saal guzar gaye

उसी मंदिर की घास पर बैठे,
नंगे पाओं।
सर झुकाए इबादत में
कई साल गुज़र गए ।
छोटे पाओं बड़े हो गये
दिल मगर सिकुड़ गये।
दिल खोल के हंसे
कई साल गुज़र गये ।
फ़र्श साफ़ सुथरा है
शायद पहले से महँगा।
नंगे पाओं चले
कई साल गुज़र गये ।
है रास्ता वही
कदम चले सोच समझ के
बेख़ौफ़ दौड़े
कई साल गुज़र गये ।
है पोशाक सफेद
दिल उतना पाक नहीं ।
मिट्टी में खेले
कई साल गुज़र गये ।
है मूर्थी वही
वैसे ही ख़ामोश ।
ख़ुद से बातें किए
कई साल गुज़र गये ।
New dawn

The new dawn waits for sunrise
The grey sky lingers
There is promise in the day
Saying no to this and that…

Not this
not that
none of this
this
that
and all of this
to get,
is nothing
There is only nothing
to give
is everything
what is there to keep
what would remain
if I said no
to everything
there, where
there is nothing
will be Me
Rains

What is your favorite type of weather?
it’s Rains
when it pours
from heavens
to earth
when under
dancing feet
there is a happy splash
when umbrellas
spring to life
of many colours
when rivulets
are full
with naughty water
when earth
smells
earthy
when the wetness
is there
and here too
Tattoo on the heart

Needle pierces skin
Blood dries black on broken heart
The mark remains there etched
#haiku
the word that describes me

if there was a word
that described
who I am
it would arise
from the abyss
that I am
the unheard shout
that, what will echo
is the one, I am
the gross
and the shadow
the light, I am
whispering wind
the cool breeze
the fragrance, I am
in the world
I have become dirty
otherwise, pure I am
A word that means
a word that meant
for you, I am
unspoken
unthought of
that’s the word, I am
The next shore of the Sun

I have left the shore
and the next one
I can’t yet see
In the meagre boat
With my two oars
I battle the sea
The shimmering moon
The bobbing waves
make me numb
The salty wind
The gentle rocking stillness
I fear, make me succumb
Through the half closed eye
And the dreamy mind
I see gold, transforming the crimson
Victorious sun rises
And there comes the dawn
There I know, I must follow the sun
I row the boat
In resolute strokes
It propels out, towards ahead
I am moving
Like the wind
I am alive, yet not dead
Where the sky dips to the sea
I will reach
my destination
There in the blinding light
In grassy meadows across the beach
I will find my morning sun
Finding a way to Lose

When
have I
found myself
to lose
me?
Which me
would I find
there
where
I find
myself?
and when I
find
myself
would there be
joy?
or
in losing
myself
would there be
the
greatest
joy?
Where is your joy?
In finding or Losing?
