बेचैनी….

कुछ अलग सी बेचैनी है,
मैं पूछता भी हूँ इससे,
पर ये बोलती नहीं,
ना जाने क्यूँ रूठी है,
क्यूँ बात नहीं करती,

कुछ अलग सी बेचैनी है,
सर झुका के बैठी है कहीं,
सिसक-सिसक के रात इसने काटी,
सुबह थक के सो जाती है,
पता नहीं कल रात इसने खाना खाया की नहीं,

ना जाने किसके ख़याल में खोई है,
किसका इंतेज़ार इसे है,
सुलग-सुलग के इसने ज़माने काटे हैं,
फ़िर सुबह सूरज देख के ना जाने क्या सोचती है,

कुछ अलग सी बेचैनी है,
शायद मेरी नहीं,
शायद तुम्हारी नहीं,
पता नहीं फ़िर किसकी है,
कुछ अलग सी बेचैनी है……

One Day…

One day it won’t be difficult,
Looking up the stars,
Or through the sea of people,
There will be calm,
Serenity and stability,
Heartache will subside,
The mind will see clearly,
One day you’ll see how beautiful it is,
To love and be loved again,
One day you’ll be healed,
One day…..

The Ocean….

As the ocean covers my face,
The currents carrying me to places,
Deep, cold, strange,
I try to gasp for air,
Its a privilege to breathe,
The air touches my nose,
And runs away like a scared flock of birds,
Apprehensive of what might come,
My legs have already numbed,
The hands struggling for a piece of land,
Oh, that would be the heavens,
My mind plays games with me,
I see the Sun and I see my life,
The old, past, present,
The experienced, the lost and the forgotten,
The salt in the ocean assimilated in my blood,
Makes me sink,
The trenches call my name,
So do the sailors long resting on the sand,
Their ships their holy grail,
Dilapidated, deteriorating, home to fishes,
The bottom of the ocean seems nearer and nearer,
I am flying, sinking, falling,
Senses have decepted me once again,
And as I close my eyes to let the water fill up my lungs,
A distant symphony tickles my ears,
A Siren, a mermaid maybe something magical,
I am lifted up through the blue waters,
Onto something hard,
Something real, phosphorus,
The body tries to eject the water it had taken in,
It coughs hard, belches the salt out from its system,
The brain tries to regain its consciousness,
I look around,
The deserted island doesn’t seem to have any life,
Except me,
The Siren had gone,
Leaving me to myself,
The island and the little shrubs that it could handle,
The Siren had gone,
And I was left to live,
The numbered days I had left,
The Sun maybe an enemy now……..

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 Man…..

The winds were calm that day,
The sun still in its cradle,
Jogging along the usual path,
Music blasting in his ears,
He stopped for tea,
Who are you running from,
A voice had asked from behind him,
Someone too wise for his years,
Smiled at him,
The freckles on his face had their own stories,
A cigarette in one hand,
A cup of tea in other,
Sorry, I didn’t get you,
He answered,
The man smiled again,
Finished his tea,
Rubbed the cigarette on the floor,
One day you’ll have to stop running,
Run away,
Run to it,
Or let it stay,
The man got up,
Winked at him,
And jogged away……

The Party….

The stars were there,
The moon too took a glass of wine,
They danced in ecstasy,
Swaying by the sounds,
The galaxies held to themselves for so long,
The planets witnessed their aura,
The stature of the Gods,
And took the front seats,
The stage of vacuum,
And as light passed through them,
The infinities and beyond,
The Sun joined them too,
Bashful at first,
But it held a power so great,
So magnanimous,
The celestials couldn’t tolerate,
See the yellow,
The mustard on his face,
They laughed and scorned,
Till the dawn of the Sun,
The Sun had realised its own power,
The planets rose in applause,
Hear! Hear!
They clinged their glasses,
I live by the glory,
My hands built from scratch,
The color of my skin,
The sweat of my blood,
Are a shade in the boundless palette,
I dance to my tunes,
The ones I wrote in the dark,
And shine bright,
Oh so bright,
The galaxies know,
The planets too,
And the minuscule atoms of us all,
You reflect my own light,
I made in the foundry,
Of dreams and reality……

Rains

The rain was always dear to him,
The little drops falling from the skies,
Always made him wonder,
How the water changed its forms,
Once it is solid,
The other fluid,
How the earth would rejoice,
Meeting the drops,
The distance turned to a sensation,
It would light up,
Donned in the musk of its glory,
The rain brought him the news of the stars,
The rainbows that split light,
Into colors she didn’t know she had,
And would calm the winds,
Rustle up the slumbering trees,
The weeds too,
Sometimes would dwell inside him,
Would turn the color of his blood,
Golden and dark,
Flow through his eyes,
Onto his guitar,
Onto the canvas,
Neglected for a time so long,
Rain was special to him,
Rain was his sails,
The ships he never sent away……

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….?

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?