दुआएँ….

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

 

 

 

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

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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? 

That dream… 



I was walking down the golden street, 
With a little glimmer in my eyes, 
With shoes a little dirty, 
With clothes a little dusty, 
I was walking with a little of me, 
A little of you, 
Hand in hand, 
With a sight so close, 
A shop came with things unknown, 
A scent so serene, 
A vase so beautiful, 
Where things were arranged on a clean shelf, 
Some expensive, some priceless, 
A child on a mother’s shoulder, 
And a little one holding her hand, 
Then a father who carried them all, 
Towards a brighter and a merrier, 
I took a turn to the highway of dreams, 
Hopped onto a chariot, 
Shining bright, with a lever, 
He asked me to pull the lever, 
Wings came out the chariot, 
And it flew above the horizon, 
Where birds had nested on clouds so high, 
Where the wind sung a song so clear, 
It ran across the orchards of smiles, 
Trespassers are welcome,  a board was hung, 
I plucked a smile, a two or a three, 
And filled my bag with laughing thee, 
As the chariot flung again, 
I was pushed back the seat, 
And it sped across the river, 
Where fishermen had spread, 
Nets of cashmere, 
They said hello, 
Offered me a drink, 
And I gave them a smile, 
From my bag shining and white, 
Suddenly the sky had started to rise, 
The sun was eating up everything and sight, 
The chariot lost control and headed straight for the Sun, 
I held the rails, prayed for my life, 
And it all ended up in the light, 
I could hear only a sound so familiar, 
Wake Up Son, The Sun is up, 
And I saw the Sun eating up my dream so dear… 

Mountain…. 


As he slowly gulped down little pieces of her down his throat, 
It became easy, 
And in matter of time, 
The pieces became his very own, 
A little of She, 
A little of he, 
And the more of them, 
He became a mountain, 
She flowed in the valleys, 
And she was his shine, his very air…… 


This image is of the Triund Trek I was lucky enough to spend Somedays where…