ज़मीर

कहीं से तो छू लेना मुझे,
शायद पत्थर ही हो चुका है,
तेरे दिल सा,
ये ज़मीर मेरा….

Curves

The rain slowly falls down your curves,
Those able enough to turn the sanest insane,
I hold on to my nerves,
As I fall out of breath,
Maybe you are the cure,
Maybe my end,
I might not know it now….

Heart

I dream of things,
Not tangible sometimes,
The wind so cold,
And the sun so warm,
That slowly rivets to my lungs,
That berefts me of senses sometimes,
My world constricts itself easily,
I dream of little,
The things that my heart can see…..

Melamine….

I fall down the stairs of melamine,
Slippery on the way down,
That broached of a feline capacity,
Something sticky, made if to fail,
It calls me by name sometimes,
And grabs my hands the other,
The fake, forged feeling of warmth,
I seek in the living that sometimes touch me,
My eyes close seldom,
For they wish that this was over,
A peace they want,
Not something described in words,
A feeling of dancing lilies on the forehead,
The slow breaths of your love,
What more can one desire,
The fall usually never leaves much to imagination……

You

This irradiance that pierces me,
Through the miles of unknown silence,
If not you then none can see,
The loneliness that stays in me…….

Shayad…

मैं देखता हूँ कुछ उलझे से सपने,
हथेली मैं जो लेके चलते हैं,
वो कुछ खुरदुरे से टुकड़े गहरे,
जहां मैं हूँ , जहां तुम हो, जहां सब हैं,
शायद मंज़िल की तलाश है,
या ढूँढते है ज़रा साफ़ सा आसमान,
शायद कहीं जाना नहीं,
उड़ना ही है शायद……..

Carnations

A flower slowly that hugs the air,
Opening up its petal for the outside world,
A melody that catches ears adrift,
And makes them wonder the soil it stands in,
Clenching the little pebbles like the hands of a newborn,
Its almost miraculous that nothingness creates something spectacular,
Out of things extraordinary,
That mingle around the dust settled,
A similar kind of love,
A man brings for his woman,
Sweet, discrete, wrapped in layers of lavender,
That slowly unravel and fills the air with fragrances eternal,
He holds her hands with the utmost sincerity,
Gentle and firm like the tendrils of Fuchsia,
How hard a man can love,
They are quick to ask,
Just like the oysters buried in the sand,
They bear pearls spectacular,
It kills them to love her,
They rejoice as she comes out pristine,
For the world to see,
Admire and fall in love,
He lies on the ground motionless,
For his love is complete,
For the world to see,
A man loves discretely,
Just like the air that hugs a flower slowly,
Its fragrance that travels around the globe,
Like carnations in the sea……..

Sheher

Places…

I dream of places laced with ice,
That preserved the summer jiffy under her robes,
And bears snowflakes that speak of seasons,
Drenched with the morning glow,
Where the wind slowly clears up the grass,
The tiny lives it protects,
And waters them with a thought nascent,
Burned with an incense golden,
The sky has hues of the skin,
And bleeds whenever the land does,
Gallops of horses merry the ears,
The lions guide them home,
I cherish the little things in life,
That come to me as I sleep,
The warmth of my bed and the color of my walls,
Slowly caressing my head,
I dream and dream for dreams are dear to me,
They speak to me in languages new,
And bring me news of the seas,
I close my eyes and lay down for a while,
As thunder knocks my door,
I wear a mask this time, 
For it doesn’t know who I am,
It says hello and chats for a while,
And passes away to the next known,
I close my doors as I wash my hands,
Maybe a new handshake they say,
I dream and dream of places the old,
My friends and all those hay………