What can a woman do to you…

Gushing down the mountains,
A shiver engulfs the valley,
The leaves, the petals and those pulsating hearts,
Adorn a cloak of lifelessness,
Intoxicated in the symphony of water hitting the stones,
Open their eyes to a simmering sun,
And dance in its glory,
Trying to absorb a lumen of greatness,
Such is the power that stays with the strong,
The aura, the spirit, the ambiance that She radiates,
Beware as you step closer,
Closer to the power the men cannot steer,
Gentle, Ferocious and yet so calm,
She can be your end and your beginning,
Your death or life anew,
Bring you pain or joy unlimited,
Her touch could confuse you,
Or Be your greatest muse,
The mortals see her form,
The minds their energy,
I, I am a simple man,
She will be my chaos,
My silver lining in the darkest clouds,
The Sun that wakes me up,
And the Moon that cuddles with me in the night,
A Woman can do that you,
Enslave you, Give you wings,
Or can hold your hands,
In the quick sand,
Take you on a journey,
Truly divine,
She is a woman,
And can do things,
Fate could never do…….

शायर

बड़ी मुद्दतों के बाद निकला है आज,
छुपा बैठा था सीने में कहीं,
एक राज़ जो ज़ाहिर-ए-जहाँ है,
सुलग सुलग के इसने ना जाने कितनी हस्तियाँ निस्टेनाबूत की होंगी,
और एक मैं हूँ जो शायर बन बैठा……

नशा

कुछ अलग नशा सा है आँखों में उसकी,

मैं दूर जाता तो हूँ पर भी नही,

कोशिश कई बार की थी,

शब्दों में उतारूँ सीरत उसकी,

रात हुई,

हुई भोर भी अभी,

पर शायद क़ायम है बेपनाह उसका,

नशा इस मुलाज़िम पर आज अभी…..

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…..।।।।।

Do you have a minute?

I have eyes to see,

Feet to run,

Hands to carve my own sun,

And I see not the seen,

The do, not done,

Life isn’t fair to us all,

The Sun is harsh on some of our own,

What will happen if you a spare minute,

Stop, look around and be empathetic,

An act of kindness is a ripple they say,

Dominos fall and create a chain,

And traverses space, time and of all known gears,

Maybe your hand was their last despair,

A day known,

A memory sown,

And hope begins to grow,

A failed marriage, a jobless spirit,

Or maybe the one who had lost all his tidings,

Stretch a hand or that gorgeous smile,

Lend an ear or send a word,

Sometimes thats what all it takes,

Life isn’t easy for us all,

Hope we all could make it someday,

But Whatever happens always remember,

One for all,

All for one…..

इंसान

इंसान नही वो कायर है,

अहंकार से भरा हुआ,

बेइमानी में धसा हुआ,

झूठ की बुनियाद पे जिसका,

हो साम्राज्य टिका हुआ,

जात, बिरादरी या भगवान हूँ अल्लाह,

हो कारोबार जिसका सधा,

इंसान नही वो कायर है,

शर्मसार जिससे ये आयत है,

छीन कर गुड्डे गुड्डियाँ जिसने थमाईं,

असला, बारूद, भीख का कटोरा,

बंद दरवाज़ों में दफ़्न किए,

कई सपने बेपनाह,

इंसान नही वो कायर है,

देवी कह कर पूजता वोहि है,

लक्ष्मी भी तो वोहि है,

फिर क्यूँ नही सोचता है,

अबला भी तो एक प्राणी है,

जन्म भी जिसका नग्वारा है,

पल्लू ही जिसका आँगन है,

तेज़ाब ने भी उसका ना जाने क्या क्या बिगाड़ा है,

इंसान नही वो कायर है,

हवाओं का भी आज चिरहरण हुआ है,

भुखमरी, अकाल, विनाश का धुआँ है,

इंसान ही इंसान का दुश्मन बना है,

सीमाओं पे ही हर वक्त पहरा है,

हूँ मैं भी, शायद हो तुम भी,

हो ख़ौफ़ जहां, वहाँ होगा और क्या भी,

कोशिश आज चलो मिलके करें सभी,

बूँद बूँद कर सागर भरे ही तो भी,

ऊँच नीच, क्या तेरा मेरा,

हो सारा संसार अपना रैन बसेरा,

होगी शायद आज भी कहीं इंसानियत छुपी हुई,

होगी शायद आज भी कहीं करुणा छुपी हुई,

ख़ौफ़ को आज जीतने नही देंगे,

तुम भी हो, मैं भी हूँ, हम सब भी हैं,

आज बहादुर सभी,

इंसान का इंसान से प्यार,

हो मंत्र सबका यही….

Why make it so complex?

Why make it so complex,

The winds from the east,

The water from the north,

The migrant birds,

The distant clouds,

Rule of life it always has been,

Diversity is the only beauty evergreen,

No one choses the way they are,

No one selects the place to be born,

Fate they say decide your place,

Your Karma they say decides your place,

Isn’t life beautiful in all its ways,

Why make it so complex,

Caste, religion, creed or sex,

Black or white or coloured or trans,

Slow, fast, exceptional or sans,

Will it matter when you are underground,

I pray to the lord, my work, the seen,

Do I become strong or weak,

My hands give me the food to eat,

The house to build, the clothes to wear,

The mind clears the way,

The heart opens my door,

Isn’t life beautiful in all its ways,

I respect the face of kindness,

Of compassion and empathy,

I respect the differences,

They all make us unique,

My lord can be whoever I wish to be,

The mind, the holy or the unseen,

For I respect life,

This life and all the lives,

The purpose of a life would be achieved,

For the day would be the greatest,

Lives would be treated as living,

No semblance of caste, race, sex or religion,

The strong carry the weak,

The major guard the numbered,

No closet, No need to hide,

The lungs breathe the freshest of airs,

Concrete jungles painted green,

Winds flow over continents,

The rivers caress the golden plains,

The clouds mist over the living,

And we become what has always been,

Beings that nurture, protect and help to grow,

Why make it so complex,

Isn’t life beautiful in all its ways …..

नूर….

बारिश में भी आज कुछ नमी सी है,

ऐ दिल तुझमें कुछ आज कमी सी है,

रुक सी गयी है क्यूँ ये हवाएँ,

बेजान सी जाने क्यूँ लग रहीं हर दिशाएँ,

ना जाने क्यूँ आज छुप गया है सूरज भी बादलों में,

क्यूँ शर्मा के इसने मोड़ ली निगाहें,

सागर भी ले रहा है आज अंगड़ाइयां,

लहरे इसकी कर रही गुस्ताखियाँ,

फिर देखता हूँ जब वो नूर तेरा,

शब्द ढूँढता है यह ज़मीर मेरा,

बेज़ुबान हो जाती यह हस्ती मेरी,

और खिल जाता यह जहाँ तेरा,

हर ज़र्रा तब पुकारता है मज़हब तेरा,

अल्लाह हू,

हू अल्लाह…..

The Shine in His Eyes

The winds had murmured in his ears one day,

She’s the one grab her today,

The shy him quickly grew a pair of socks,

And ventured to the unknown lands,

The lands he had always avoided,

The lands he had always feared,

She came like the morning sunshine,

The lands glistened with her shine,

The soil beneath his feet shook,

Run you stupid lad,

Run before she dims away,

And as the boy with all his might,

Ventured into the deepest night,

Followed the path that led to her,

In a hope to be hers forever,

He saw the paparazzi that had followed her as well,

The crowd, the people and their shiny veil,

Maybe she has all that she needs,

The love, the care and all that glare,

What I am is a simple being,

Who has no shoes, no dreams to see,

And as he moved back towards his abode,

Something had caught his hand,

He looked back to see who it was,

There she was standing,

Not the one that had lit the sky,

But had brought a shine in his eyes……

Morning

The Earth had slowly moved,

Days somewhere,

Nights elsewhere,

Commotion someplace,

Serenity everywhere else,

Sunlight slowly grazed upon the motionless earth,

Moonlight over the back,

The golden light had fell over her heavenly eyes,

Just like a spotlight over a dark stage,

She glowed like the brightest star,

The ones that could shine through galaxies and time and space,

She opened her eyes,

Good Morning I had said,

A smile had just adorned her face,

Like the ones they write about in novels great,

The ones that are satisfying in their very own ways,

Those that give you the reason to believe that you have everything in the world,

And why wouldn’t it,

She is the star my universe had ever needed,

My end and my beginning……