Letters

I write letters,
For the smell of ink,
And the touch of parchment,
Withers away a part of my soul,
Brings it warmth sometimes,
The autumn becomes my guard,

I write letters,
For the words carry,
The news of the distant,
And speaks of emotions,
I like to preserve them in my box,
The one I got the day it rained,

I write letters
For I don’t believe,
The words that spill out of mouths,
That change in a second,
Or were they ever true,
They have an impeccable memory,

I write letters,
Of love to the ones I crave,
That took my heart,
And put them back in my chest,
Sunlight sometimes shines on them,
Termites never feast on them,

I write letters,
My body aches for those,
Darkness engulfs it,
And belches them on my bed,
I ain’t proud,
My stomach growls with disgust,

I write letters,
My past and my tomorrow,
Change is inevitable,
Change is necessary,
But the mould, it stays still,
The roots rarely melt,

I seldom write letters,
To myself,
Glory eventually touches their feet,
Those who shine at night,
The day is yet to come,
Some letters still on their way,

And I sometimes read the letters,
Carved in my blood,
Those bring me happiness,
And fly me to the Moon,
I keep them on my desk,
To read them aloud,
Whenever thunder rattles my windows,
And shakes up my house,
They give me power,
Letters of faith and hope,
The love I got,
And the love yet to come,
And I wait,
For I believe,
A letter will reach its spot……

The Red Sun….

The winds were few that day,
The clouds had forgotten to stroll,
The Sun was ruthless,
Scorched the Earth with his heat,
The small, minuscle running to find relief,
We are burning, the heat is too much to bear,
They gnarled among themselves,
The Sun still burning with rage,
Didn’t batter his eye,
Let me destroy, burn, crush,
He had for a second forgotten,
Life is living because of him,
The heat comforts the cold,
The light chases away the dark,
All that anger impaired his righteous judgement,
As life began to crumble down,
Trees lost all their green,
The fishes their home,
The fields their gold,
Mars, Saturn and Jupiter,
Requested the Sun,
Stop this, Stop this Madness,
Remember how you had loved,
The Sun pushed them away,
Deep in through the space,
The Earth had turned grey,
And into a glowing ball of fire,
The Sun stopped as the fire within him turned to a spark,
What have I done,
Came down thundering now a useless scream,
The Earth now looked at him,
Closed her eyes,
And with the last of her breath,
Said the Sun the last goodbyes……

Can I Wish..?

I wish you could speak some more,
The movement of your lips,
The rotations of the Earth,
The words fall from your lustrous lips,
Onto these ordinary ears,
Drops of water on the leaves,

I wish you could laugh some more,
The play that unravels,
Cosmic and divine,
My heart stops to beat,
The morning Azaan of the distant priest,

I wish you could sing some more,
The rain water gushes through the meadows,
Rumbling the slumbering stones,
Salvation is what fills them,
Takes them to the oceans,

I wish you could kiss some more,
The moist of the morning,
Refreshing and necessary,
The dreams of the night,
The freedom of tomorrow,

I wish I could wish some more,
These words are an insult,
To the picture of you,
This mind has it all captured,
Infinite and in my wrist,

I wish to stop,
This landslide of emotions,
Gravity has helped its flow,
Incompetent I become,
But you already know it all…….

A Queen demands a King…

A King devoid of a Queen may last upto so long,
The Queen builds the foundation of their empire,
Together they forge their Castle in colors of the sky,
The King needs a Queen for days uncanny,
The Queen when she has to be bathed in glory,
Only a King can steer a Queen,
Or sometimes not,
Only a Queen can deliver,
The promises made under the moonlit sky,
But they complete each other,
With nutrition and little rays of hope,
They build each other,
The empire is nothing,
Without a King or a Queen…..

The Cigarette….

He walked down the path,
Engrossed in his phone,
The one that rarely chimed,
Stopped at the corner,
To click a photo,
Sat there,
The little steps coming out of a closed shop,
Took out a cigarette to smoke away,
His insecurities, the pain, the sufferings,
Some responsibilities too,
Some memories too,
Puff by puff the cigarette lost its form,
The man slowly losing consciousness,
Took out his phone again,
Dialled a number,
Stopped even before it rang,
The man puffed the last of the cigarette,
Rubbed it against the hard floor,
Looked at the dustbin in front of him,
And with the aim of a professional basketballer,
Threw it inside,
And watched it slowly mix with the garbage already there,
He dialled the number back again,
This time letting it ring,
Who’s this?
Asked an unfamiliar voice,
Sorry, wrong number,
He had said…..

Sun She Is….

As he burned in her desire,
His skin donned her smell,
His breath the rhythm of her heart,
They say love falls from the sky,
And hits the earthlings,
Usually when they are unaware,
Engrossed in the duties of time,
Does it really happen?
Had someone asked,
Maybe, Maybe not,
He had said,
My world becomes her,
The sun to my farms,
The rains to my meadows,
The winds to my wings,
The dreams to my reality,
Maybe it happens,
Who am I to say,
Maybe I am a moon to the Sun she is……

आसमान

दिखते हैं किसी को आसमान में परिंदे,
हसरतों से भरे,
उजाले से सजे,
होता है किसी का आसमान गहराइयों सा भी,
अनंत, शून्य, अनदेखा,
पर शायद होगा इन्ही आँखों का क़सूर,
समझ के जो ऐसी मुख़बरि की होगी,
तेरा, मेरा, है क्या सबका एक जैसा आसमान….?

रूह

धूँदता रहा था मैं कई चौखटों तुझे,

ना मिला भी तू,

शायद मिला भी मुझे,

लिखता तो मैं फिर भी था,

अल्फ़ाज़ों में रूह पर उतरी है आज तुझसे…..।।।।।

कभी आना….

कभी रोशनी बन कर आना तुम,

अंधेरे तो ज़िन्दगी ने बहुत दिए,

आसमान बन कर आना तुम,

दिलासे तो ज़िन्दगी ने बहुत दिए…….

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……..

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….

ख्वाहिश…. 


ख्वाहिशों का बंद डिब्बा लिए,
रोज़ निकलता हूँ अपने घर से,
कोशिशें होती हैं की,
कोई आज़ाद हो सके ख्वाहिश मेरी,
सिक्कों की खनक मैं कोई मुस्कान सी आ जाती है,
आज खुलेगा डिब्बा मेरा,
फुर करके उड़ जाएगी आज कोई ख्वाहिश मेरी… 

The Universe

Somedays the universe conspires to not let you have what you want.


Then there are days when it stands with you, shoulder to shoulder and while sipping a cup of freshly brewed coffee tells you, “Didn’t I say so?” while you overlook the only thing you ever wanted. 


It’s funny isn’t it?