City…..

As alcohol went inside his veins,
Slowly blurring the excellent vision he had,
Deepening the sense of judgment,
He still drove away,
Away from the excitement of the city,
Away from the scars of the life he couldn’t call his own,
The lit brothels that sometimes brought him satisfaction,
The gory eyes of all those who had expected something from him,
The lights on his car scurring along the curves of the road,
The loud music that had somehow concealed the havoc inside his heart that he had lost track of,
He stopped alongside the road,
Winded down the windows so that he could feel the cold wind on his skin,
And closed his eyes to feel what it was like to be alive,
Took out a cigarette that he had brought from tiny hands,
First puff, second puff, last cigarette,
The stars seem a lot closer than before,
He told himself,
Sat down on the edge of the cliff,
You win today, he cried out loud,
Got up,
But tomorrow shall be mine,
He said while moving back to the same city he had escaped from,
Alcohol had brought him to his senses……..

The beach……

What happens when two broken souls come together?
She had asked him while they walked along the beach.
I don’t know. He said.
Maybe that’s why the sea touches its shores,
Only to bring back messages unread,
In bottles left to float,
Sometimes shells sealed with tears of the sea,
Nothing ever stays in its belly,
Nothing is ever broken,
They all fit someplace,
He had said.

लकीरें…..

कुछ लिख के गया था मैं,
बारिश के मौसम में कभी,
शब्दों ने कुछ रूप लिया था,
कलम ने बहाई स्याही सही,
ना जाने क्यूँ कई लकीरें मीट के भी मिटती नहीं,
समय के साथ धूल में मिलती नहीं,

कुछ लिख के गया था मैं,
ऐसे ही किसी दिन उस काग़ज़ पे तेरे,
जो दिया था तूने मुकम्मल यह साजिश सही,
फिर शब्दों ने मेरे जब रचा था आशियाना मासूम,
मिलके तुमने बुना था कुनबा तभी,
थी रोशनी, थी कोई कमी नहीं,

कुछ लिख के गया था मैं,
उन दीवारों, उस अशियाने में कभी,
कुछ लकीरें मीट के भी मिटती नहीं,
छोड़ जाती हैं निशान कई ऐसे कभी,
हम तुम तो ज़रिया हैं,
एक कश्ती जिसका कोई किनारा नहीं,

चलो आज उठा कर एक पन्ना नया,
शुरुआत करते हैं ऐसी कोई,
जिसमें तुम तुम हो,
जिसमें मैं मैं हूँ,
जिसमें दिखते तुम या मैं भी नहीं,
मिटा दो वो लकीरें सभी,
बारिश आज तो होगी ही सही……

घाव….

इंतज़ार और शायद है करना पड़ेगा वक़्त को अभी,
कुछ घाव कम्बख्त भरते नहीं…..

Let time wait a little more,

Some wounds are still afresh……….

Eternity…..

And as they walked down the aisle,
Hand in hand,
The world watched them slowly descend,
Tears in some eyes, joy too,
Wrinkles had covered their faces,
Hands not that strong,
Who says love needs eternity to grow,
A firefly dies every single night,
Just to be the light……

Pieces of mine….. टुकड़े मेरे…….

कई दर्द छुपा रखे हैं मैंने,
यह जो सिलवटें हैं इस जिस्म पर मेरे,
ज़रा आना कभी फुर्सत से मेरी चौखट पर तुम भी किसी रोज़,
कुछ दफनाने हैं जो बच गए थे वो टुकड़े मेरे……..

No one sees the pain within,
The ones that stay in spaces of me,
Come to me, maybe once in a while,
Some pieces of mine are still left to be buried………

Just not…..

She was the Angel,
The ordinary worshipped as a God,
She lost her heart,
To the one,
Who could only see,
Just not through his eyes…….

Love …..

Admirers of love there are,

Just a sight and they are absolved……….

क्या हो सकता है यह?

मैं बढ़ता हूँ तेरी ओर,
धीरे धीरे फासले यह कम होते हैं,
धड़कता हुया यह दिल मेरा है,
कुछ शर्मा कर तुमसे केहना चाहता है,
हाथ तुम्हारा थाम कर दरिया यह पार करना चाहता है,
और जाना चाहता है उस जहाँ,
आसमान मिलता है इस धरती से जहां,
हो जाते हैं एक दोनों,
किसी जुगनू की तरह,
जो मिल चुका हो अपने मुकाम से,
आहिस्ता आहिस्ता, मद्धम मद्धम……..

दुआएँ….

कुछ दुआएँ मान भी लेना मेरी,
अभी तो हस्ती बनी ही क्या है……

 

 

 

Answer some prayers of mine,
I am still a nobody……..