Khwabon ka zayaka

ज़ायक़ा शायद
वैसा ही होगा
जैसा चखा था
उन महकते ख़्वाबों में

बदन की ख़ुशबू
मन की महक
जुड़ से गए हैं
इन सिसकती साँसों में

असल और ख़्वाब
में फ़रक
थोड़ा धुंधला गया है
इन उलझे ख़यालों में

भूल गया हूँ
क्या सच है क्या ख़्वाब है
मगन हूँ में बस
उन साँचे एहसासों में

एक निवाला प्यार का
शिद्दत से चखा है
असल का तो पता नहीं
शायद वो भी ख़्वाब हो

Albatross sails

Projeto Tamar Brazil/Marine Photobank

The albatross sails
over the stormy sea
From the lofty heights
storm is a spectacle to see

The feathers flutter
the icy winds oppose
But it flies calm
Focussed on the purpose it knows

The keen eyes search
For food below
It flies high
Sometimes it swoops low

To find something to eat,
And some in the beak to store
To feed the hungry little mouths
Waiting in the nest on shore

The keen eyes don’t miss
Shining scales are spotted
The bird dives
Closing in on what it wanted

It strikes the water
Swoops on the feed
In a practiced motion
Hunts for just the need

wings flap to fly
But in vain
The nets trap the wings
It cries in pain

The nets entangle
Cuts into the wings
It looks to the shore
In melancholy it sings

It was taught to fly
To hunt for what it could feed
Who knew of the net laid
By the hunter who eats for his greed

It’s cries are drowned
In the roar of the sea
The hungry mouths on the shore cry
Forlorn eyes look expectantly to thee

Infected

ingress of the unseen
a touch of another
From one of us
Inadvertent and unknowing

In us it resides
In me it thrives
In me it lives
Unseen and undetected

I change
It changes me
it’s presence within
makes me a threat
Avoided and Detested

To be locked
From others as me
To save the rest
Till it dies within
Confined and protected

It is stopping us
From being what we are
to be human, to be social
We live Confined
Afraid and dejected

It’s not the disease
It’s not our body
It’s our minds
I am afraid
affected and infected

Social Distancing

शायद मुमकिन नहीं
फिर भी कोशिश कर लेता है
ये दिल, समझता ही नहीं है

मर्ज़ ऐसा है
की दूरी है
दिलों की करीबी कुछ कम तो नहीं

दूर हो
फिर भी तुम्हारा साथ है
ये भी कुछ कम तो नहीं है

There somewhere lies the story

PC: WordPress

In the closed book
Lies a story
Of past memories
mixed with fantasy

Eyes read the written
Words conjure the picture
Mind weaves the stories
Some regular, some crazy

In that lies that white house
with that fence, bright green
Those flowers in the garden
Rose, lily, daffodils and daisy

Those thoughts and feelings
Anger, envy and love
Those relations and conversations
Some silent, some noisy

That gentle touch

And that savage grope

The cold and the warmth

Sometimes harsh, sometimes cozy

The two minds meet
The writer and the reader
On the pages, in the closed book
And there somewhere lies the Story