The din would stop
The clamour would cease
In the calm that follows
You will find me
And when you do
Promise me you shall
Be true in what you do
True in what you be
For what you are
Is because of me
For what you must be
is what they see
You will recognise
I haven’t changed
In the changing times
I have remained
Steadfast and pure
In there in you
In the mirror
Out there too
I am their belief
must fulfil expectations
my solemn duty
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
Wind staying free
In the warm sunny sun
Retaining the chill
My heart follows
Wandering like wind
Free in Will
I glide
Untouched by ground
The road tries too
Music plays
Mountain and trees dance
They hear them too
My eyes reflect the blue
I am shaded
By the blue skies
I am on the way
All have lined up along
They wave goodbyes
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
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
The room
Full of walls
A world
By itself
Where the Inanimate
and the animate
Coexist and converse
Living symbiotically
Each at their place static
They can’t move
But I can
Yet can’t
Door remains closed
Like another wall
In the room
Full of walls
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
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
ये ज़िंदगी क्या है
पलों का गुलदस्ता
हसीन पल तुम्हारे साथ गुज़रे
लो ज़िंदगी हो गयी
My Tales Within