बरसता तू नहीं…..

हूँ शायद मैं तुझसे लापता,
या तू ही है दूर मुझसे,
बरसता तू भी यहीं है,
भीगता मैं नहीं हूँ फ़िर भी…….

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…..

Underground

Far away

And as the city diminished,

Engine slowly revving,

Just the sound of wind through our ears,

And a song on our lips,

We remembered how it felt,

How everything should be felt,

Synchronous, easy, natural…..

Dear Miss yet to come…..

नियत

ना जाने ख़ुदा से क्या रंजिश हुयी,

किस वक़्त, क्या समा हुयी,

जिस ख़ुदा को पाक मान लड़ी थी हीर राँझे के लिए,

उसी खुदा से मेरी यह नियत आज ख़फ़ा हुयी…….

Muse

As she was slowly smothered by time,

Her memory, her laughs,

The imperfect perfections,

The ink in my pen had started to wither,

Betrayed by the mind,

Or by a drug of different kind,

My end is near,

The ink had run its spell,

My pen slipped into my ear,

Maybe she can save you,

The one who dares to be your muse O dear…..

Forever and after…..

As the wind lifted their fragile bodies,
And pushed them far into the rainbow,
Two stars had just born,
Physical and the metaphysical,
Forever and after……….

मजबूर…..

मजबूर हूं तेरी इबादत से ए मालिक,
वरना तो जिस्‍म यह मिट्टी ही है…….

I am chained to your worship,

This body is nothing but sand…..

Sound…..

If only sound could travel through nothingness,
We would have known,
The pain the Moon feels,
Distance would never reduce,
Between her and the Earth,
Maybe that’s why its craters,
Tell a story,
Perennial, endless, infinite,
Sound can be underrated sometimes……