Saturday, June 23, 2018

You within me

Not a penny in hand
But the resolve to build a castle

Not a bone  unbroken
But the arrogance of taming the peaks

No future inheritance in sight
But the pride of giving away all

Heart bleeding with a hundred holes
Still the wish to anoint others with the reddened elixir

You gave this.. O Lord
To the meek, the doubtful
You stood beside and made look tall
The soul that was about to be dwarfed by its own shortsightedness

May you rule all the breaths this life has
May you design all the lives this soul has

The celebration of your grace is my pride
Treading the path illuminated by you my good fortune

Saturday, May 12, 2018



Wish I were the breeze... Neither  adding anything nor taking away.... Just touching lives.... Leaving a refreshed air.... Breaking into a thousand streams while soaking through beings... Uniting again into a whole on the other side.... Neither resisting nor resisted, neither hurting nor hurt.... Only caressing never binding.... Ever travelling never gathering......
Always a memory... Never a pain 

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Roaring Rivermouth


Not able to hear myself
Too much of noise
From the river passing by the river mouth, teased, humbled, ennumbed
From the crackling spark spitting cinders; agitated, smothered, smarting fighters ensembled
From the early spring winds, that take off on the wings of happiness yet land with a dash of pathos mingled

Quiet, quiet, quiet all of you
For the lamp in the temple cannot be and shall not be wavered;
The sparkling drop of water on the alocasia  has to stay glittering, pride enamoured;
The serene, pious quiet of the mornings, innocent drops of Manna to be gathered
The light behind the eyes must continue to illuminate,
No stray sparks, lest the parched, delicate papyrus is gutted and shy poetry shattered

All have come to pass; winters, springs, summers and rains.
What has stayed is the sky, up there, with His promise of vastness, rains or no rains.

Promise of sunset and sunrise
Promise of childish mornings and evenings wise
Promise of sleep and awakenings,
Promise of unbreakable promises
Mild, sober happiness and loyal pains
Pens of cinders and potions of ashes.
Welcome losses and unworded gains.


Monday, July 24, 2017

Stubborn waves


Waves after waves fold out to the walls and recede
Walls too high...walls too strong

The moon shines and burns both sides of the wall
The very same moon

Waves keep pouring their soothing grace up till the walls
Hoping the same to get carried in some mysterious way, through the tricky paths of worldly wisened jungles of people and a talkative mind, to carry peace, to carry dreams, to carry two moments of solace.


Waves keep going to the walls
Hoping the walls have gotten shorter, thinner, weaker
They keep caressing the green lichen on the walls
Hoping they have become cooler

They keep looking at the sky overhead
Hoping it has become more blue
The blue of new morning

But they dare not burst forth the wall
What if there is no sand to wet on the other side
What if it's a vacuum,  a dark hole gaping at them

They will loose their reason to come to the wall every day
They will loose the rhythm;
the game of wax and wane with the moon, that they now so happily play


Saturday, July 22, 2017

She raises her eyes to look at him
Her brownish black traces slightly turned with her lashes

Her face brightens up
A slight curve on the edges of her lips
A light depression on her cheeks

He lowers his head
Caresses the Brown strands
Smiles and looks at her eyes

She lowers her eyes then shifts her vision
Can't keep her eyes fixed on his eyes and can't take them off as well

She smiles to hide the reddening blush on her cheeks
Tries to talk away her shyness

He's perturbed..
Doesn't she like me
Why would she look away.

She feels elated and graceful
She finds something precious
Something she can loose

He feels doubtful n unsure
He readies for worst possible
He readies to give up rather than loose

She's decided to stay forever
He's decided to walk away than be denied
She is firm and resolute

She raises her eyes to look at him
Her brownish black traces slightly turned with her lashes

Her faces brightens up
A slight curve on the edges of her lips
A light depression on her cheeks

He lowers his eyes
Looks at his own empty open hands
Sighs and looks at her eyes

She lowers her eyes
And puts her hands in his
He holds them, he doesn't want to leave them; she doesn't want him to leave them



Wednesday, July 19, 2017

When I look at you it feels like there's a different world out there and it seems to be beautiful

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Mehfooz nahi mera dil mere pass
Kitni baar toota meri laparwahi se
Machal uthta hai bachchon ki tarah
Dimaag ko koi mauka hi nahi
Majaal hai aankhen ise ek sapna dikhaye fir main usse wo bhula sakun
 Par ab bas
Dil bachcha hai main toh nahin
Waada hai isse, ab na hi tootega, na zakhmi hoga.
Na sapne dekhega na roansa hoga
Sambhal ke ek band kothri me rakhungi ise
Jahan sirf mausiki ki mehfil hogi, mangadh kahaniyon ka jamawda hoga
Na beintehan khusi na had se zyada gam
Na sapne na intezaar
Na yakeen, na pyar, na ye ghaate ka karobaar