It was made of tin….

Slowly slowly it pierced my skin,
Layer by layer and I was naked,
It hurt even less as it went deeper,
The ghosts of my past,
Mistakes, failures and all that unfelt,
I had a frame that never was empty,
A photo, a memory maybe an year,
That day I cried, the day I laughed,
Everything passes, everything has a lifetime,
And it reached my veins,
Those were clogged,
Years of thirst and all that despair,
The dreams unrealised,
The desires killed in their sleeping pram,
It was a tough escape,
But maybe it was made of tin,
It crossed the landscape of my chest,
The burden of those secrets,
The faces unknown,
Followed the path,
Wretched and weak,
That lead to a something,
That hadn’t lost a beat,
Knocked on its doors,
And asked to come in,
Go away, I am a mess,
Somebody had cried and it wasn’t in a bliss,
I come to see you, oh my dear,
Open thy gates,
Let me in,
Who are you, what do you need,
I am a known, you smeared off your list,
And as it opened, my heart its doors,
Saw a creature it hadn’t seen at all,
It smiled and sang a song,
Took him on a flight and showed him the clouds,
Then took him to a house that laughed,
A platter was sufficient for them all,
A veteran that had lost an arm,
Who put up against that hulk of a man,
And the child that hadn’t lost his innocence,
The mother that laughed with her husband,
It jumped in joy and laughed aloud,
The path had grown some many new towns,
Where were you for all this time,
I was alone and in a decline,
I come in need and not in excess,
To those who seek sometimes my bless,
Let me guide you to someplace nice,
Show you the path and be gone for the time,
Stay, please stay for sometime more,
The heart had pleaded,
I’ll be dead when you’ll be gone,
You shall live in the stricken of times,
Or when you’ll fall, I’ll be there,
But I shall go, I am needed somehwere else,
Tell me your name so I may embed,
I am hope and he went on his way…..

Water…..

As the cold water reached up my legs,
Slowly calming every nerve, every muscle,
Barely making their presence felt,
The sweet music that the water made,
In sync with the numerous stones,
That lay in its bed,
Perfected to the shape, the size they were then,
The water doesn’t stop,
Mountains turn to stones,
Stones to dust,
Who are we to question?
Why does one need so many answers?
I wondered my legs still in that cold water,
It really doesn’t matter,
As long as we are still moving,
The water had whispered in my ears,
They’ll soon turn to dust……..

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……

अल्ला….

कुछ फुर्सत से बनाई होगी यह निगाह मेरी तूने,
देखता भी मैं तुझे हूँ,
दिखता भी तू नहीं है,
फिर भी जब कहीं सजदा कर लेता हूँ किसी मज़ार पर तेरी,
हवाएं चुपके से केह जाती हैं इन कानो में मेरे,
अल्ला हू अल्ला हू अल्ला हू….

दर्द….

उस दर्द की क्या दवा ढूंढिये,
रह रह कर जो उभर ही आता है,
मर्ज होता नहीं कुछ बीमारियां ऐसी भी हैं जनाब,
कुछ वक़्त के साथ जाती हैं,
कुछ के लिए यह जाम ही काफी है…….

Where to find the cure of the pain,
Emerges that with time to time,
Diseases sometimes are incurable,
Those that go with time,
Or sometimes a glass of my favourite wine….

अक्स तेरा……

हम लबों से जो ना कह पाए,
हो सकती थी जो हसीन दास्ताँ,
ज़ुबान धोखा दे जाती है ना जाने क्यूँ,
धीमी बे‍हती नदी में जब कभी,
अक्स तेरा दिख जाता है जो…….