कुछ इस क़दर गये थे तुम,

आज भी उन सिलवटों को काग़ज़ पर उतारने कि कोशिश कर रहा हूँ,

ना जाने कैसा ख़ुमार था कशिश में तुम्हारी,

मैं आज भी अपना पैमाना ढूंढ रहा हूँ…….


She fell from the stars….

She fell from the stars,

Right into his life,

Who says miracles dont happen,

An angel loved a man,

For what he was,

And he loved her,

The imperfectly perfect she,

Do forms matter,

Do souls seek each other by physical,

Or is the energy that attracts,

He had always asked,

That day he got answers,

She fell from the stars,

And stayed forever…..


As the water flows down her,
Every crevice, every canyon,
The villages on the way,
The abandoned and the young,
Fields of sunflowers,
Deserts too,
The simmer shine of the sun,
The dark of the marshes,
The hot springs,
Quick sand too,
The water flows down her,
And inside her,
To spaces untouched,
Unexplored and unreachable,
The places she rarely goes,
Or goes too often,
A little girl maybe,
Or with hair turned grey,
The water flows,
It rarely stops,
Ice to stream and then the mighty ocean,
Water learns as it goes along the way,
It changes its way sometimes,
Sometimes turn mountains to dust,
It is not the outside that matters,
It tells itself everyday,
Each day it starts,
A new adventure,
Maybe a new colony to civilize,
And as water flows down her,
She realizes,
She is like water,
Or maybe she is water……

The Steps…

What’s the biggest sin?
She had asked him one day when he cleaned the steps to the Sanctuary.
To see the sun and not see its shine.
To see the flower and not see its roots.
To see the skin and not see its heart.
Am I a sinner. She had asked.
“We all are My Child.” He had said.
But I don’t want to be a sinner. She had remorsed.
“Don’t you worry My Child.” The Preacher smiled.
We have many more steps to go….

पुराने पिटारे……

कुछ खोले हैं पुराने पिटारे मैंने,
धूल जिन पर बना चुकी थी अपने मकान,
परिंदों सी बनके उड़ी वो बंद हसरतें,
वो यादें, वो कीमती लम्हे,
कुछ खोले हैं पुराने पिटारे मैंने,
वो गर्मी की दोपहरें,
धूप मैं दौड़ते,
वो चोर और सिपाही,
गलियों मैं आवाज़ लगाती,
वो मीठे बुढ़िया के बाल,
कुछ खोले हैं पुराने पिटारे मैंने,
कुछ पिटारों में थे,
वो गुड़िया-गुड्डे,
वो लाल गाड़ी,
वो लंबी रेलगाड़ी,
जिस पर कई बार बैठ,
किया करते थे सफर,
जिसकी सड़कें थी,
कभी दीवारें,
तो कभी थी पापाजी का वो विशाल सीना,
मिला वो पुराना झुनझुना भी उधर ही कहीं,
याद नहीं कब देखा था इसे कहीं,
संभाल के रखी थी एक कोने में,
वो स्कूल की ड्रेस,
कई बार जिसे ज़बर्दस्ती पेहेन,
निकल पड़ते थे स्कूल की ओर,
समय जिसे शायद अभी तक नहीं छू पाया था,
कुछ जादुई था यह पिटारा,
मैं कुछ देर वहीं बैठ गया था,
एक झंझानहट सी दोढ़ गयी थी पूरे जिस्‍म में,
वक़्त शायद गुस्ताख है,
गुज़रता मेरी या तेरी मर्ज़ी से नहीं,
जताता नहीं अपनी मौज़ूदगी,
फिर ऐसे ही किसी दिन,
खामोशी से दस्तक देता है,
मग्न कर देता है कई बार,
रुला भी देता है,
और एक हल्की सी चिंगारी जला जाता है,
उस सीने में मेरे और तुम्हारे,
सेक जिसकी शायद ज़रूरी है,
उस पुरानी रेलगाड़ी की छुक-छुक सुनने के लिए,
और शायद गर्म करने को वो ठंडे पड़े बुढ़िया के बाल,
कुछ खोले हैं पुराने पिटारे मैंने आज……

You Fall…..

I moved slowly ahead,
The pulsating heart,
Now enjoying the sudden commotion,
I am still behind he shouted,
As I forced my legs to move,
I came a distance,
Only to look behind,
He had gotten rid of the hold,
I fell down,
But that day I had learnt,
Something that would last forever,
Simple it was and sound it is today,
You pedal to move,
And stop to fall,
But then,
You only fall down to pick yourselves up….


It was made of tin….

Slowly slowly it pierced my skin,
Layer by layer and I was naked,
It hurt even less as it went deeper,
The ghosts of my past,
Mistakes, failures and all that unfelt,
I had a frame that never was empty,
A photo, a memory maybe an year,
That day I cried, the day I laughed,
Everything passes, everything has a lifetime,
And it reached my veins,
Those were clogged,
Years of thirst and all that despair,
The dreams unrealised,
The desires killed in their sleeping pram,
It was a tough escape,
But maybe it was made of tin,
It crossed the landscape of my chest,
The burden of those secrets,
The faces unknown,
Followed the path,
Wretched and weak,
That lead to a something,
That hadn’t lost a beat,
Knocked on its doors,
And asked to come in,
Go away, I am a mess,
Somebody had cried and it wasn’t in a bliss,
I come to see you, oh my dear,
Open thy gates,
Let me in,
Who are you, what do you need,
I am a known, you smeared off your list,
And as it opened, my heart its doors,
Saw a creature it hadn’t seen at all,
It smiled and sang a song,
Took him on a flight and showed him the clouds,
Then took him to a house that laughed,
A platter was sufficient for them all,
A veteran that had lost an arm,
Who put up against that hulk of a man,
And the child that hadn’t lost his innocence,
The mother that laughed with her husband,
It jumped in joy and laughed aloud,
The path had grown some many new towns,
Where were you for all this time,
I was alone and in a decline,
I come in need and not in excess,
To those who seek sometimes my bless,
Let me guide you to someplace nice,
Show you the path and be gone for the time,
Stay, please stay for sometime more,
The heart had pleaded,
I’ll be dead when you’ll be gone,
You shall live in the stricken of times,
Or when you’ll fall, I’ll be there,
But I shall go, I am needed somehwere else,
Tell me your name so I may embed,
I am hope and he went on his way…..