The Fall
If I could just think of one thing,The one thing that sent me tumbling down the hillI might try to beat around the bushBut I will always learn what to sayWas it the edge that slipped on me?So that I could fall in the tightest
मेरा छोटा सा जहाज़
बादल नीचे,आसमान अब भी ऊपर,तैरता सफ़ेद रज़ाई परमेरा छोटा सा जहाज़ |पंखियों से अपने काटे रस्ता,रस्ता नापे दिशाहीन नीले अंबर का,ऊंचाइयों को बतलाताअपने कद का मसलाकैसे लोग उसे हमेशा,हमेशा ही नज़रअंदाज़ करते |कैसे तौली जाती बाते उसकीआकारों के तराज़ू मेंऔर मोल कभी सही न लगताउसके
मैं भी कभी कभी लिख लेता हूँ
मैं भी कभी कभी लिख लेता हूँ,जलता हूँ अक्सरउन लोगों सेजो कितनी आसानी से अपनी बात कह देते हैं,जो दिल में होता है उसे तुरंत ही रख देते हैं |कैसे?कैसे ज़िन्दगी इतनी सहल कर रखी है भला?क्यों नहीं कभी भरता तुम्हारी सोच का घड़ा?वह क्या
Pave New Paths
You know how when you meet a stranger, the first few days you always walk in with a perspective. There is this thrill of getting to know them huddled in your gut, playing fiddles with your psyche. You are constantly wrestling with the buzz of
Time for Bed
Sleep, sleep now,My sleepless nights,You have earned it. Haven’t you toiled enough?In the scorching sun,Your body is burnt. The mountain has moved an inch,The world, shaken by your faith,Repose! Splotches of your blood Are all dried up,They will heal soon. Lie down on this complacent
Blues
At times it goes quiet,Quieter than usual,When you go away,It feels as ifSomeone turned off the lightWhile I was still reading.I sit in the darkFor a whileTo make out the edgesOf everything around,Only to discernHow nothing is in The shape of you,This solitudeIs a poor
The Eternal Debt
I remember watching a video reel once of an old man taking his pet turtle out for a walk. The act is so innocent, carefree, nonchalant, and unperturbed that the image says a zillion words without actually trying. It teleports me instantly to an extremely
The Blind Men
When she hurts,They close their eyesAnd pretend to be – the blind men,She is in pain,Can’t you see?What happened to you, my kind men? They cajole her oftenTo their command,“Tired are you? Sleep-tight men!Need some food?”Maybe all the time,Isn’t that right, famished men? She is
साक्ष्य
खोजूं तेरे समभावशब्दों की धुरी में, तेरी आदतों में छिपती हैमेरी परछाइयों के निशाँ |तू सर्द में है वो मख़मली कम्बल,ओढ़ते ही जो भुला दे दिन रात का पता |हरारत में तेरी उँगलियों के छींटे,सौंप दे जो ओस की सीत्कार,तू शब्द है ऐसे प्रचंड,लगते ही
A Poem
How would you rather have me?Between the words of a meterOr in a misshapen form.Fighting a war with syllablesOr ridden with adjectivesWith allusions galore.Do you like me in a rhyme?Or prefer me not in a noteTo a metrical song.Do you want to sell me?In the