Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Another year

Didn't time just up its speed lately?
Or in a hurry, it's just you and me
Those boring afternoons are extinct
Instead it's the notifications staring continuously...

The year had begun just a few days back
Jumping it's way into our hearts' track
Overjoyed were we, it was a new year
Who knew it would last just a few breaths

A conspiracy of the universe perhaps
To make us rush through this adventure
For we traded our precious time to...
Silly races heading nobody knows where

As we sprint towards yet another year
Let's play the symphony step by step gradually...
Close our eyes for a moment or two
Make memories that we revel when..
One day this year passes by through







Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Sweet Nothings



Ears listen to the symphony
Sounds of the around exist no more
Nor does the world’s cacophony

Glazing with warmth amidst the stares so cold
Like a soft velvet, it touches the soul
Words so few, but lovingly are they told
Echoes in me, that sense of being whole

No promises, just plain syllables
No long stories, just what’s said then and there
I still look for those sweet nothings
As if lungs desperate for air
For they make moments so beautiful
Adorn my life with those moments so rare


 


 


 


 


 


 

Friday, December 13, 2019

Kiss from you

That time of the day when silence creeps in
That time when the night sky sings
And that time when a tired me says to the world adieu
It’s that time my dear for a kiss from you….

Many faces I met, and they are blurred now
Laughter that filled my ears have taken a final bow
Noises have surrendered to the calm milieu
In the air so still my dear, I so would like a kiss from you…

Talk was what we did across the table
Words poured along with coffee cups innumerable
Memories plugged with the smell of our favourite brew
The taste lingers on me dear, eager for a kiss from you…

Promises you had made of beautiful times
The sunsets, the shimmering moon and of stars shining bright
When we would have endless hours stretching through
But Isn’t now a beautiful moment?
Those wishes may not come true
So why should I wait my dear? …for that kiss from you

Saturday, December 7, 2019

Phir se wahi

फ़िर सहमी हुई सी है उसकी फितरत
फिर रह रह झुक जाती हैं पलकें
फिर अनजान रास्तों का कौफ है उसे
फिर कभी बेड़ियों में पाया है खुद को उसने

फिर राह पे चलते हुई ठिठक के पलटी
फिर राह पे कांटे बिछे उसकी
फिर नाहक ही उसे अपने होने को सजा मिली
फिर हौले से उसने टपकाए आंसू

फिर चाहत हुई फिर से धरा खा जाए उसे
फिर से इस दुनिया की नीयत ने दुत्कारा उसे
फिर सदियां बीती इन्हीं चक्रव्यू में
फिर से बली चढ़ी बेवजह बेझिझक उसकी

फिर से उसके जीवन के सर्फ किसी और ने लिखे
फिर से उसकी सांसों की गिनती रोकी किसी ने
कहने को तो इंसान का दर्जा है उसे भी
पर फिर से इंसान सा सुलूक किया ना किसी ने




Monday, December 2, 2019

main aur tum

मेरे चलने की आहट क्या
अब भी आती है तुम्हें ?
मेरे आने की दस्तक सोचके
जैसे एक बार बेवजह ही द्वार
खोल दिया था तुमने

आज भी क्या धुंध में
ढूंढते हो मेरा एहसास ?
कल की सूनी राहों में
जैसे मेरे साथ होने की आस

और फिर जब बादल घिर आते हैं
हवा में नमी लिए,
क्या अब भी ख़यालों में होते हैं
मेरे कदम तुम्हारे कदमों
का साथ दिए

जब अटल सूरज
करता है उजली सहर 
तुम्हारी ही परछाई में क्या
दिखती हूँ मैं तुम्हे हर डगर

बोल दो ना अब ,
कि आज भी मैं,
न केवल गहराई में हूँ
तुम्हारे दिल की बसी...
तुम्हारे जीवन की सारी लहरें
मुझी को लेके हैं बहती




Friday, November 1, 2019

Soft Moon Light

A lonesome sigh
A gaze that doesn't slide
A starry night
Soft moon light
glimpses many, but they don't suffice

Silent paths, I see her glide
hesitating shadows
she turns surprised
looking for cues
of me being there

The turn of her neck
strained and startled
As if trying to penetrate
what the sights hide
Finding the visible
that was certainly not me

As her footsteps pause
sensing and hoping
A sight watching her
She tracing me with her gaze
Or is it that I think so
And she's just held by
the moon's soft glow




Thursday, October 31, 2019

BAAT SAATH CHALNE KI THI

बात साथ चलने की थी
वरना कदमों की आहट भी नही होती
बात दिलों की लय मिलाने की थी
वरना धड़कने अपने दिल की हर वक़्त सुनी

पीछे पलट के ज़िन्दगी को देखा है बार बार
यादों के पार्सल आते रहते है बारम्बार
बात कुछ ख़ास ख़ज़ाने संजोने की थी
वरना किसको  याद है रोज़ का कारोबार 

आंखों के पर्दे पे तस्वीरे करती है कब्ज़ा
जब दोस्त किसी मोड़ पे सुनाते हैं फलसफा
बात उनकी आखों से खुद को देखने की थी
वरना आइनो की कमी हमारे जहाँ में नहीं

वैसे तो कितने ही रास्ते नापे
पर  खामोश से आगाज़ ही टकराये
आख़िरकार, बात साथ चलने की ही थी
ज़िन्दगी के लम्बे सफर में वरना...
क़दमों की आहट भी नहीं होती


Sunday, September 22, 2019

Me and TV

A finger tapping on the remote
toggling the button that played
My favourite show on the TV
that evening promising fun
Oh! I had waited...
weeks for this run...

Hurried little feet...
dashing into me straight
Is it the right colour?
See what I painted mom,
Does it look great?

Stop! I press automatically
pause for a second
Look at the other world
screaming for my attention
just for a moment,
As I greet her with fond affection

Then....Back to my zone
Enjoy the laughs
The idiot box springing to life
My mind, my heart
continue the joy ride
Till the next stop

Mom! what's next for me
Bored is what I feel
Of course, my teen
this happens times umpteen
Time to pause again
A few minutes on the other side
Will then get back in a jiffy
And go for my favourite TV ride

Then....Back to my zone
Surroundings fade
I immerse in the revelry
Short lived it may be
But worth every wait

Remember a thing or two
Time critical
Fingers press pause
Get up finally, reluctantly
Hopefully just for minute a few

Pick up and leave
Leave and pick up
From where I left
Till I leave again...
Then...back on my spree
Time passes by
And...I...
like that button on the remote of the TV
Toggle the two worlds
One of my own
and the other where I flip to be




Friday, September 20, 2019

kuch beete hue din

कुछ दिन बीत जाते हैं यू ही
पूरी ज़िंदगी को समेटे हुए
और फिर बाकी के पल
उन बीते हुओं की यादें पिरोये

कुछ दिन बीत जाते हैं यू ही
जैसे फूल झड़े हरे भरे वृक्षों से
और एक बेरंग सा आँगन रह जाए
बहार की अपेक्षाएं लिए

कुछ दिनों की यादें
कोनों में छिपती ही नहीं कभी
आज के श्वासों में हर दम
सुनती है उनकी ही हँसी

कुछ बंद दरवाज़े माज़ी के
रूह के अंशों को क़ैद कर लेते हैं
अंदर बाहर की दास्तानों में
ज़िन्दगी के किस्सों को सिमटा जाते हैं

कितने ही कदम बढ़ जाएँ
कुछ क़दमों की आहट
ले जाती है साथ हमें
और फिर से जी लेते हैं हम पल
जो बार बार कई बार जिए हमने
कुछ दिन बीत जाते हैं यू ही
पर बीतते नहीं उन दिनों के लम्हें 









Tuesday, September 17, 2019

meri pyaari maa

तुम रहोगी क्या संग हमेशा
मेरे हर एक पहर की कहानी कहने
कभी शाबाशी बिखेरते हुए
और कभी चुनौती ललकारने 
पुछा था तुमने मुझसे इक दिन ये
नन्ही सी मुस्कान कोमल से चेहरे पे लिए

मैंने भी बदमाशी में हंसी दबाये
कहा...हाँ  बिलकुल साये की तरह
कभी डराने तुम्हें
और कभी तुम्हारा साथ निभाए

और ज़मीन से परे जब
आकाश बुला लेगा तुम्हें
मोटी आखों से टटोलते हुए पुछा था तुमने
चंद वरणो से बना यह सवाल
और हुई थी मैं निरुत्तर निढाल

तब  हाथ थामा  था तुमने मेरा
मैं भी झट से पहुंच जाउंगी तुम्हारे पास
पर राह न गया मुझसे
कह डाला बिना सोचे मैंने
गर तब तक धरती पे बना लिया
होगा मैंने अपना आवास ?

पीछे ही रहूंगी सदा तुम्हारे मैं
मेरी प्यारी माँ
धरती आकाश स्वर्ग
या किसी भी जहाँ में
तुम्हे ओझल ना होने दूँगी
जैसे प्रकाश नहीं जाता दूर सूर्य से
और चाँद रहता है करीब धरा के

चिपकी रहूंगी तुमसे सदा
जैसे चिपकाया था तुमने मेरा
गोंद से इक टूटा खिलौना
सबसे प्यारा है वो मुझे आज भी
जैसे तुम हो सबसे ज़्यादा प्यारी
मेरी प्यारी सी माँ




Thursday, August 22, 2019

Darkness

Light me deep
where the chasms run steep
as I drop into a bottomless space
staring at a crowd with no face

Light me deep
where my darkness spreads so strong
I shudder to step inside
My fears overpower since long

Light me deep
As I stumble and fall
where there are shadows of the life's twisted turns
gazing me unaware, making me stall

Light me deep
As I melt within me
Darkness swallowing slyly
As I stand in a world bright and shiny

Light me deep
For the stars light the sky
And the moon softly bequeaths me
There are depths it doesn't reach
Layers it cannot impeach

Light me deep
So that I can be with me
Unhindered, untethered and unhinged
So that when my lips curve
And you see me smile
the sparkle comes from deep inside me...



Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Parents


 
That little finger holding mine
As I whisper you will just be fine
A few steps and the feet will find its way
Darling, you may be young, but you are not frail

Tentered hooks by which reality hangs
Bonds of blood – were forever as we sang
But challenged by the forces of time
Stretched long with spaces infinite
I left you, my nurtures, for lands unknown
Stepping on marshes or gliding in air
When our hands separated taking the dare
Of dividing the life into times of togetherness and lone

The start of a voyage where paths don’t turn back
A one-way street which I chose to fare
And you said – dear, its time to build your life
The one who is left behind, would certainly despair

Today a little finger holding mine
As I whisper to her - you will just be fine
The time has struck the same chord,
The path seems to turn back
With me at the other end
Roles changed, but same is the track

Yes, I shall say aloud what was once told to me
A life awaits for you my dear, undoubtedly without me
Yes, I shall gently open the door for you
To new possibilities in a place that doesn’t have me
For how can I not do what was done with me?
Yes, I shall gift you what I was given once, smilingly
And accept nothing… like them…
The way they did …. wholeheartedly


Thursday, August 1, 2019

tumhari yaadein

क्यों रूठती नहीं तेरी याद
तुम्हारे मुझसे रूठने पर
क्यों किवाड़ पे खड़ी दस्तक लगाती है
जैसे ठकठकाया हो तुमने मेरा दर

मेरे आसपास ही रहती है वो
मानो तुम दूर गए ही नहीं
करती है मेरी रूह से वो गुफ्तगू
मानो तुम ही कह रहे हो बाती

तुम्हारी यादों का साया
मेरे साथ चलता है हर पल
तुम ने तो रुख कर लिया दूसरा
बन गयीं है ये मेरी हमसफ़र

मुस्काती हूँ तुमको जब भी सोचके
जब भी लेते हैं तुम्हारा नाम मेरे अधर
यादें एहसास दे जाती हैं तुम्हारा
जैसे मुस्कान तुम्हारी मेरे सामने हो हर सहर

Monday, July 29, 2019

rutha paani

नन्ही मुठ्ठियों की कहानी
बेमतलब कुछ और कुछ अल्हड रवानी
पानी के टपटपाने का संगीत
और उसपे छोटे पगों से छपछप का गीत

नन्ही हथेलियों पर गिरती बूंदे
बंद करके क़ैद करले उनको
सरल सी चाहत जैसे है सरल सा पानी
पानी का खिलौना और खेल सा पानी

अपने दरवाज़े पे मैं खड़ा निहारूँ
मेघ मल्हार को दूर से ही सिहारूँ
बचपन किंतु सोचता नहीं, निडर शैतानी 
बस एक कदम और दोस्त बना पानी

जैसे हवा जैसे धरती जैसे श्वास असीम
सोचा था होगा, वैसे ही हमेशा पानी
बारिश होगी जीवन भर की मेहमान
जैसे सूरज चमकेगा वैसे ही बरसेगा पानी

अब देखता हूँ मासूम आँखों को
राह जोते अद्भुत सखा की
पर आसमान की गगरी है अब खाली
हवा बनी रूखी और रूठा इनसे पानी

कैसे हमने छल किया, छीना इनसे
हरा भरा बचपन और गीली मिटटी की खुशबु
रंग बदल दिया धरती का,
मैला उदासीन सलेटी
ना ही अब खुशनुमा है नीला आसमान
ना ही है हरियाली और ना कहीं खेलता पानी




Sunday, July 28, 2019

The motionless hours

The golden fields sway to the music
the winds are playing since morning today
Birds tiptoeing around chirpily
Sometimes mouth full of hay

The lazy sunshine as if craving for siesta
I, under the tree, sated after a heavy meal
Killing the afternoon with bouts of sleep
While the breeze gently caresses my feet

The sun may set in some time
The evening would commence its game
As I stare at the horizon unperturbed
If my gaze could freeze the frame

A bivouac of ants pass by me
They look agile to my languorous spine
The sweet smell of grass pleasures me
And the motionless hours just feel divine

The daisies

The daisies fly away with the wind
As I run to follow them fast
Petals one or two scatter
Like pearls in a sea of wet grass

Lavender, white and yellow may be
New shades splashed by the sun in glee
A morning look and an evening style
Not shy to flaunt it's beauty all the while

Like happiness..
who knows where the daisy goes
continuously keeping me on my toes
I chase those that had left my yard
How much I wish them to be back!
For I had tried to hold them so hard...

Wonder why don't I bask
in the beauty of those remaining
Those that are still swaying
even as the wind is at its task

Keeping me company, staying close
Like those tiny moments of happiness
I take so much for granted those
They make my heart happy and fond
Just like these daisies that didn't fly beyond

Saturday, July 27, 2019

बारिश की रुमझुम सी लय
लाती है याद तुम्हारी क्यों प्रिय
क्यों बादल की गरजन में लगे
थामूं हाथ तुम्हारा, तुम्हारा ही निस्संदेह

गीली मिटटी की सौंधी सी महक
और हवा से खेलती हुई सर्द सी दोपहर
क्यों मीठी सी शर्माती धूप
मेरे आँगन में ढूंढे तुम्हारा ही रूप

मौसम को कैसे ये पता
मेरे मन में तुम्हारा प्रेम है कहाँ छिपा
तार कुछ पुराने क्यों ये छेड़ता
मेरे सर का ये आसमान बांवरा

क्यूं है इसे तलब तुम्हारी
मुझसे भी कहीं ज़्यादा
जैसे प्रेम का कोई क़िस्सा तुम्हारे साथ
बुना हो इसने भी पौना आधा

साज़िश है ये इन सबकी कि
आखिर बुला लूँ तुम्हें आंगन में अपने
बातें हमारे स्नेह की मुकम्मिल हो या नहीं
इस आसमान को तुम्हारा दीदार तो मिले






Thursday, July 25, 2019

prem ka sangeet

कितने भीगे से लम्हे
संग तुम्हारे गुज़रे
जब बादलों ने बजायी ताल
और बारिश ने गाया मल्हार

बड़े से पोखर हमारी तस्वीर लिए
झांका जब तो देखा जहां भर को इनमें
सर्द सी झड़ी हमारे आगमन से मचली कुछ
और फिर हवा ने छेड़ा टहनियों का झुरमुठ

एक संगीत है मेरे आँगन में आरम्भ
 जब से आगमन हुए तुम्हारे कदम
मोहक है लय इस प्रेम की अद्भुत
सुरीली है ज़िन्दगी जब तुम हो सम्मुख

Saturday, July 20, 2019

zindagi ka roop

दिल को फिर रख दिया ज़मीन पर
फिर से रौंदा किसी ने
अनजाने में या फिर जान बूझकर

कारवां है कि रुकता ही नहीं
ख़ुशी की गर्जन तो है मेरे आसमान में 
पर बरसती है ग़म की ही लम्बी झड़ी

इतने ढकोसलो से है रूह कांपती 
भ्रम है यह मेरे नासमझ मन का
या दुनिया है इन्ही से भरी पढ़ी

सालों से बुन रहा हूँ तुझे ज़िन्दगी
फिर भी टेढ़ी मेढ़ी है तेरी सिलें
मेरे हाथों में है कुछ कमी
या फिर ज़िन्दगी का है रूप यही


Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Rahgir

एक स्पर्श
मुलायम मखमली
तहें बेशुमार
आनंद असीम

थके कदम
राहगीर को मोहे
महक सौंधी
जैसे चंपा चमेली

बैठा सकुचाता वो
उँगलियों से खेलता
नन्हे कण अनगिनत
जैसे ब्रह्माण्ड का प्रतिबिम्ब

गीली सी खुशबु
मिट्टी जो है काली
मेघों के तोहफे
बने मीलों की हरियाली

स्वर्ग का एहसास उसे
वृक्षों के झुरमुट तले
बारिश के आगमन में
शिखिर को लगातार ताके

यात्रा जैसे सफल
राहगीर तृप्त
अब बंद हैं आँखें
आनंद को क़ैद किये
मुख पे मुस्कान लिए


Friday, July 12, 2019

khaali si mulaakat

वो मुझसे मिलकर भी नहीं मिला
जैसे चाँद देखा चाँदनी के बिना
देखा मेरी आँखों में नहीं जुस्तजू का सागर
बस एकटकी और मुँह अपना फेर लिया

फिर घंटों गुज़ारी ख़ामोशी की गोद में
एक थमी सी हवा सांस की आवाज़ बिखेरती रही
मैंने तो फिर भी कुछ खाली यादों को बटोरा 
पर वो अगले ही पल इन पलों को भूल गया

मेरे मन के तूफान को ब्यान करने की बेचैनी
या फिर वो कुछ कहे, इस उम्मीद की राह मैंने देखी
असमंजस में डूबी वो दोपहर थी अनोखी
बारिश के इंतज़ार में जैसे हो बंजर धरती

फिर एकाएक कड़ियों का टूटना
बिना कहे, बिना सुने, उसके कदमों का बढ़ना
हुई समाप्ति की अनकही घोषणा
पर दिल को मेरे आज तक है लगता...
वो आया भी नहीं और यूँ ही बस चला गया

Thursday, June 27, 2019

khidki bachpan ki

खिड़की मेरे बचपन की
खुलती है तुम्हारी तरफ मेरे दोस्त
शरारतों की खनक होती थी
तुम्हारे आने से जब हर रोज़

स्कूल के बेख़याल दिन
जब क्लास में बैग फेंक
भाग जाते थे हम खुले मैदान
कोई रोक नहीं थामती हमें
बस थे धागे दोस्ती के दरमियान

टीचर की डाँट पे भी हंसी की फुआर
आखरी बेंच पे किलकारियों की कतार
एक दूसरे की नोटबुक पे लिखना
चुटकुले और अनकहे राज़ कई हज़ार

वो लंच टाइम की घंटी
जैसे जेल से छूटे कैदी
और पड़ोसी के टिफ़िन की महक
हमेशा लगती अपनी से कहीं अच्छी

कॉरिडोर में हमारे जूतों की गर्जन
कभी खुसपुसाहट जब मैडम पढ़ाती थी लेसन
केमिस्ट्री टीचर का हर बात पे चॉक फेंकना
कहना- रहोगे तुम लोग हमेशा ही डफर

कैसे साल बीते बने दशक
जीवन में घुली कितनी ही नई महक
गालियाँ कुछ छूटी कुछ रास्ते ही बदल गए
अपनी मंज़िल की तरफ हम बिना रुके जो बड़े

पर आज भी खिड़की खोलती हूँ जब
घड़ी हर घड़ी बचपन की
वहीं रुके हुए तेरे क़दमों से मिलते हैं मेरे कदम
मानों सालों की अटूट संगत हो मेरे मन की









Monday, June 24, 2019

daulat tumhari

मन में उलझनों का ताना बाना
और उसपे तुम्हारा हौले से आ जाना
गरीब सा दिल मेरा बेचारा
तुम बरसा दो खुशियों का खजाना

कितनी रखी है मेरी अलमारी में
ख्वाहिशें इधर उधर बिखरी फैली
गरीब सा दिल मेरा पर बेचारा
और खाली इसकी सारी तहें

दौलत जहाँ की मेरे दर का मुख करे
बस करती नहीं तेरी हवाएं सुहानी
गरीब सा दिल मेरा यह बेचारा
मिलती नहीं जिसे दौलत तुम्हारी


Thursday, June 20, 2019

boondein

बूंदे कितनी भारी हैं आज बारिश की
कितनी जानी पहचानी सी
हथेली में कुछ मिनट खेल के
फिर बह जाती हैं पानी सी

देखती हैं बीते पल इनमें
मुस्क़ुरती आखें मेरी कुछ नम
गीली गीली बूँदें ये अनुरागी
दिल को सेंके मेरे मद्धम

इनकी छम छम में छिपी है
खनकती हँसी प्रिय तुम्हारी
एक रोज़ जब एक टक निहारे हमने
समस्त सहर एक साथ थी गुज़ारी

खिड़की पे बैठी हूँ इन बूंदो को गिनते
सहस्त्र हैं ये जैसे हैं यादें तुम्हारी
कल बारिश से कह दूँगी ना लायें अब यादें
अब कल लाये संग दस्तक तुम्हारी







Tuesday, June 18, 2019

sahaj sa jeevan

एक सहज सा जीवन दे दो
रोपूँ खुशियों के पेड़ जिसमें
रोज़ कुछ बूँद अनुराग की टपकें
मेरे आँगन में तुम्हारे कदम जब पड़ें

एक सहज सा जीवन दे दो
एक सी सुबह और एक सी ही दोपहरी
हर  दिन वही हो दिनचर्या
हमारी गुफ्तगू और हमारी हँसी

एक सहज सा जीवन दे दो
ढेर सारे पल जियें एक और अनगिनत
यादों के ख़ज़ाने भर जाएँ हृदय में
पुलकित हो मन इन्ही की छांव तले

एक सहज सा जीवन दे दो
जहाँ कदम हमारे निसंकोच बढ़ें
रास्ते लम्बे हों मंज़िल की ओर
और...
इनमें हम साथ चले बिलकुल धीरे

Men in blue and we Indians

And there they were,
sweaty and tired
panting for breath
enthusiasm not mired

Ours claps and cheers
deafening and echoing
as they walked - hand in hand
basking in their doing

Standing ovation many
Many a frantic bows
All forms of appreciation
mesmerized souls filling the rows

Our eyes transfixed on the field
A nation bound by those few men
Forgotten boundaries of creed
A goal, A target we all reckon

And there they are
Heads held high
Dancing to the win
We all stand in unison
Finally, chanting the national hymn



Wednesday, June 12, 2019

maanav ki kriti

श्वास अनगिनत अशर्त जीवन के
बटोरे मैंने और तुमने
जब हवा जल और सूर्य धरती पे उजले 
पुलकित मानुष और जीव जंतु हुए

कृति सुनहरी,
चक्षु संजोये दर्शन जिसके
ब्रमांड की अलौकिक अद्वित्य सृष्टि
देख मनुष्य भी दहाड़ा -  रचूं मैं भी...
कुछ अद्भुत  और अपूर्व

पर द्वेष और अहंकार से लिपटा
जैसे सर्प चंपा बेल को जकड़े
मानव ने तर्क वितर्क बहुत किये
और परम्परा के घेरे जन्में

सुशोभित करूँगा ये धरा
और उसपर सबका जीवन
जैसे गुलाब से सुसज्जित हो आँगन
किन्तु भूल गया वो शूल की पीड़ा
जब परम्पराओं ने जकड़ा, बाँधा

ना तू अमर ना ही अजर
तेरी कृति भी जायेगी एक दिन ढल
जैसे दिवस को डुबाये रात्रि का अन्धकार 
और सर्द झोंको के पश्चात् ग्रीष्म का कहर
बदला चेहरा परंपरा ने भी
और इंसान त्रुटियाँ करता गया









Sunday, June 9, 2019

Growing Organically - I

For a long time, I have been reveling at the waving beauties in my terrace garden in the form of lovely and colorful flowers - some of local variety and a very few exotic as well. Bangalore is paradise for flower bearing plants - roses of various sizes and hues, geranium and many seasonal as well. Of course, it has been quite difficult for me to grown seasonal varieties - not because of lack of expertise or good nutrition for them, but merely because the pigeons chose to gobble them up as their meals even before the tiny saplings could stand erect. Pigeons, I think are emerging as the most resilient of species of birds to co-exist with stubborn humans, to the extent of being irritating and malicious!! I also found that marigold sapling are their favorites in comparison to the other few I have planted so far like calendula, dahlia, zinia etc. It would be interesting to monitor and analyse the reason for this - which I will leave for the coming season where again I will again attempt at planing these glories.

Anyway, after years of good flowers on my terrace, with a very few patches of mint and a few herbs, I thought it logically made sense to venture into growing more vegetables. An expert gardener would have really helped - I wanted to establish a model where I could happily research thanks to our smart phones and the gardener would do all the hard work. I somehow had the expectation that the gardener would be as happy as I would be to see vegetables covering my terrace. But, this was indeed a foolish expectation. Firstly, it started with the gardener really reluctant to take on any more work and started asking fro exorbitant increase in his wages which was highly unjustified. This was because I came from a small town, where the gardeners were readily available and would work for the whole day for meagre wages - being happier on getting a cup of tea and old clothes. But times have changed, now money only matters and to be frank they are not to be blamed. Life is tough for them in these concrete surroundings where commuting is a herculean task forced to be taken up on a daily basis. And unfortunately as a gardener you dont have the luxury of working from home!

Anyhow, I, myself had to make up my mind to give in that extra effort for a regular attention to the vegetable plants unlike flowering. I had a list of excuses - a corporate job, two young girls, an equally busy husband and a home to run! So, I started small - tomatoes. Tomatoes - which are so easy to grow in Bangalore's weather throughout the year. And you dont even need seeds but an overripe or a slightly spoiled tomatoes - just bury it a bit (around half an inch) inside a porous soil in a pot. I have noticed over years that at least for me, the tomatoes grow better in pots - I think mostly because we can control the amount of water and nutrition more in a pot as compared to a bed. And once your garden has tomatoes growing, it is a relationship forever. Even after the tomato plant dies, you will find small shoots randomly springing out their tiny heads in various parts of your garden.

So to plant tomatoes, best is to seed it in a seeding tray (and their are hundred of excellent you-tube videos capturing this) and when you have around 6-7 leaves, you can transplant it in the pot you want it to grow further. If you are growing in summers, water is daily. Don't overwater - but water it little daily. Just remember that lot of water on 1 day and then skipping for 2 days doesn't help - same as eating food for 2 days and then skipping it for the next 2 days is not good for human health. Now, to start with, I used to buy compost or vermicompost from "daily dump" mostly, but next couple of years, I ventured into making my own compost (I would call it no-effort compost). I will capture my experience on composting in future blogs.

What I have noticed and this I have been doing for last few months - putting egg shells (just crush them and put in the mud directly) and also trimming the branches next to the soil, certainly helps in good growth of the tomato plants. And once you have many small tomatoes in a single branch, you can also cut the tip, so that these fruits get all the nutrients.

There are many varieties of tomatoes that can be grown - nati tomatoes, normal ones and cherry tomatoes. Cherry tomatoes are also equally easy to grown and once you start consuming the fruits, you will realize that this is a luxury you can certainly afford!!

Tomatoes like warm weather, if too hot then the leaves start wilting and drying up and you can also see the fruits not appearing juicy - its time then to move them to a bit of shade. Another advantage of planting them in pots or growing bags. Also, in rains, when the sun doesnt appear too often, tomatoes tend to get aphids and mealy-bugs. There are various ways to prevent this as well as cure this for which I will be dedicating a different write up.

Overall, tomato is a tough plant and easy to grow - best for people who are just venturing into vegetable gardening.


Friday, June 7, 2019

Answered

Eyes locked
not wanting to waver
drowning in the intensity,
Calamities surrender
expecting us to quaver
But steady is what we have
Are we lovers dear?

Unfortunate times,
when you lost your mother,
Drowning deep in sorrow,
you said the world is over,
I hugged you tight for eternal long,
Are we lovers dear?

Along the shores, you hold
my hand for so long
we walk a few steps
Mum we are, but I feel
our connection so strong
Are we lovers dear?

You laugh at my jokes
I revel at your poetry
Moments together so many
Stealing time from others
Just you and me
Are we lovers dear?

The terrace, the nearby fields
Imprints all around
Those two are together
Claim our friends
Don't you like their sound ?
Are we lovers dear?

Today I wait for you
At the rock, next to the quay
Shall I ask you the question?
I ask myself every single day
Not doubting you would say yes
When I will kneel down and say
Are we lovers dear?

My dreams know no bound
But the day seems to end,
And you are nowhere to be found,
Panicky is my mind
my nerves tremble to the core
Faster than the wind,
I rush to your compound,
My heart shouting out so loud
Aren't we lovers dear?

I find you by the stairs
Holding hands, I stare
She is most beautiful,
With passion so bare
"Meet my best friend, my love", you say
Not to me but to her
I realize what it means
We were never lovers dear....










Thursday, June 6, 2019

nayi sahar

इस ज़िन्दगी से परे भी देख नादान
अस्तित्व को समेट कुछ आकांक्षाओंके तले
तूने  जिसे मान लिया जीवन भर का सामान 
किसी और के अभिव्यक्त किसी और के कहे

अब ओझल हो जाने दे वो सुबह
जो लाती है बंदिशों भरा दिन
अगली सहर से पहले नया अंतरिक्ष चुन ले
सीमा हो जहाँ तक किरणे सूरज की उछले

सदियों से वाणी बोली औरों की निरंतर
या फिर साधी चुप्पी निस्वार्थ समर्पण
मुख को कह दे निसंकोच कर दे अब ब्यान
क्या संस्कृति और क्या सीख की खान






Wednesday, June 5, 2019

Let us wage the war

Why are we so silent and inhuman? Why are we just dragging our lives in these cities of chaos - plunging from bad to worse as each day goes by. Why are we with no sense of responsibility? Why are we still rejoicing when its time to fight against the mass destruction of Earth? Why are we not waging a war?

A study says that in another 30 years, humans may be extinct - it is frightening but after reading it  most of us would think - this is just another news getting forwarded on social media just like that the Cricket world cup will come to India this year and anyway 30 years is a long time. On the flip side, some of us may even have the audacity to think that anyway it is another 30 years, lets rejoice and use the earth to the maximum limit!!

Even if there were another 50-100 years before the human extinction - its time to think what the next 50-100 years would hold - abnormal temperatures, more natural calamities, highly contaminated water and food. plastic filled oceans. But here we are - sitting complacent within the comforts of our houses and offices and either just talking about it or blogging (including me!) or sharing on social media. Why are we not out on the streets and working towards saving our Earth and the human kind? Why can't the whole world just stop for a year and dedicate it's existence to bring back our Earth from its current state of hopelessness - in turn give ourselves a few more centuries at the very least?

Let us stop the clock - impractical it may sound - but it is the need of the hour. Just stall- stall the progress - the technological and industrial revolutions - the research for a better planet or life on moon or Mars - let us instead save the life on earth. While this may seem highly undo-able - it is far more plausible than shifting to another planet in a Noah's rocket!!

Let us (governments and bureaucracy included) not put energy anywhere else, say let us just shop in case of emergency for a year - not eat out - not travel - no new constructions. Just remain where we are - just giving the life back to our cities and streets. Let us transform them or rather put them back in its original state inch by inch, molecule by molecule. Let us not close our eyes to the devastation we as a human race have caused around - let us carve a cause to be proud of we as humans.

Is there any way apart from this? The speed at which the humans are using the resources, and abusing the earth is alarming and cannot be matched by efforts of a minuscule number of good Samaritans trying to bring the change by tree plantation drives, cleaning the streets, garbage segregation etc. The bit by bit effort is like a few drops of pure water in a gushing filthy polluted river. It doesnt take any time for those few drops to turn dirty when into the river - it doesn't have the capacity and scale to purify the river.

Each one of us has to stop our lives and put that effort. All our energies have to go into that effort - nowhere else. The Earth needs us to save her at a war front - Let us please wage the war.

Saturday, June 1, 2019

किस्से ज़िन्दगी भर के

कहानियों की बारिश है मेरी किताब में
पन्ने बहुत शोर करते हैं आजकल
काली सियाही से रंग भरा था इनमें
जब भटका था मैं दर बदर

कितनी मुस्कानों से मुलाकात हुई 
मौन से उदास चहरे भी लिखे
कदम बढ़ते गए बस बेधड़क 
कुछ हाथ थामे और कुछ बिछड़ गए

अब बैठा हूं इन कागजों को बटोरे
कई दिलों की आवाजों के सिरहाने 
अब बाकी के लम्हें गुज़रेंगे ज़िन्दगी के
फिर से इनके किस्सों को सुनते हुए 
लुत्फ उठा लो ज़िन्दगी का
ज़िद तुम्हारी मौत न सुनेगी

रंजिशों का दामन क्यों पकड़ते हो केवल
छूट जाएगी हाथ से खुशी हर कोई

Friday, May 31, 2019

Don't feel the pain

The sun peeks from the sky
A haze of light announcing yet another day
Full of actions, no time for words
My spirits get ready - charged as they say

Hurried morning, grab a bit or two
Smile as the mirror looks at me
Knowing how the day will be
So much will be done before I say adieu

Get the keys, drive to work
Tasks were never done better
Stick to the plan as on a tight rope
A smooth sail, not even a single stutter

Step out, tread on the cobbled path
Mid day, seems like a lifetime since dawn
Jumbled lists getting sorted mentally
Sit for just a minute, bare feet on the lawn

A whiff of air, knocking at my door
What my heart wants to shut out
But too close to ignore
Your perfume hits my soul
Like a dagger slicing my whole

My eyes look for you - futile
There are seas between you and me
Lists get clouded by fond memory
A minute transforming into hours
As I tread softly into the lost time

And as the night stars twinkle
I promise yet again
Tomorrow will be different
Stick to the plan, don't feel the pain



Thursday, May 30, 2019

khel ka jashan - world cup

दिलों की धड़कनों को कहो
फिर बेधड़क होके धड़कें
कुछ अनजानों के साथ
आशयों  का कारवां फिर निकले

नज़रों से टपकेंगे सपने अब कई
एक सी मुराद लिए अलग से चेहरे
कारवां बदला सा होगा  हर कहीं
सारी गलियों से गुज़रके मंज़िल की  तलाश बस यहीं

गूजेंगे शहर एक अनूठे शोर से
उम्मीद के बिगुल, खेल के जशन
फिर सुर कई मिलेंगे इक नए राग को पिरोने
भूल के रंजिश जीत की ख़ुशी में भिगोने



Wednesday, May 29, 2019

Education - game of money

Give me money, I will make you rich
Finally One day...
when for the last time you pray
A job, comforts all for an educated you
As you define success
with no place for dismay

Let me load your shoulders
with bags so heavy
Practice you for future's boulders
That may stall your destiny
in a life full of opportunities otherwise
Follow as I say you must
And I promise, you shall be exemplary

Let me make you bow...
to courses so vast
long lists of extra curriculars
you may never guess its all a farce
Overall development and creating genius
scrambling like molecules of a Brownian
Scorching in the glory of my power so fierce

Don't talk about knowledge
instead I give you gratification
Degrees and awards to share with the world
Value for money as I control your creation
Don't strive for intelligence or passion
I will shower you with that education
Wishes will be dead to learn any more
After giving me money to place you at the fore




Tuesday, May 28, 2019

No longer be alone

Twinkle in my eyes, bubbling laughter
Day's filled with confusing dreams of ever-after
Its a swarm of well wishers
Happy faces and loud cheers
Claps I hear, as my heart flutters
Surreal surroundings, through the eyes' shutters

Layers of makeup, sparkling dresses
the perfect adorns with silky tresses
Do they hide the sines of my feeling?
As I tread softly towards an unrevealed meaning
Innumerable faces sharing the day
Just for now, let me gloat if I may

They say its a big leap as I go into tomorrow
I anticipate joy or would it hold sorrow
A last minute hesitation that's all it is
As he holds my hand, my eyes looking into his
Ready to embrace the new dawn in a life of my own
Gently as he whispers, my dear, you will no longer be alone

Thursday, May 23, 2019

A Nation - Found Again

Once upon a time a nation breathed
Life was not that fair, still it dreamed
Of progress and of new heights
Days devoid of shackled frights


One day freedom finally knocked its door
A smiling democracy- it couldn't have asked for more
I grant you rights, so rejoice, it said
But never forget your utmost duty as you tread
Choose your leader just right,
That would give your nation all the might


Passion effervesced with the new born love
Of nationalism, patriotism, soul stirring stuff
But as it happens, time faded it away
The nation remained there, but nationalism went astray


Promises were abandoned, Hardships were forgotten
Rights were flaunted, opportunities were lost
It gave away its freedom yet again...
Not to the outsiders
To its own few who ruled for their gain


Still not late, though it did stumble and fall
The nation rose up again, now to stand tall
Long queues with eager mind
Decisive to leave the past behind


Not just knocking, but unlatching the gate
To prosperity and a changed fate
Joined hands took the reign
Boors will fall, there was no time to feign
It was their country, snatching back with pride
They pledged loud, world in their stride
Never to lose the freedom, in the air they breathe
Never to lose the nation - they had found again







Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Exit or not and those 32%!

Exit polls have never gathered so much of controversy and popularity as it has this year. It may be because of the autonomy enjoyed by the press today against all the negative publicity of the government last year or it may be that social media has never been as active as it is in the current times. News anchors and chat groups are busy with in depth and in breadth analysis seat wise and state wise. TRPs are rising which of course will reach a culmination point on the evening of 23rd May, the day of decisions, the day of deciding the next five years for India. The Sensex has been behaving like an exasperated bull trying to take deep lunges of peaked fervor and then panting a little every evening before resting for a while. I am sure there will be many leaves in the job sector tomorrow for the bourgeois wanting to be glued to their TV sets or other media on 23rd.


But why is the whole hullabulla about just another poll result? - this question is quite frequented by the ignorant and most of the NRIs who have stamped India with "India will never change"! And it will be only futile to explain that it is for the future of the nation that is at a position like never before, as the word 'nation' may not resonate with them.


Politics and cricket have always been the talk of each town in India - as so many hopes and aspirations are related to both of them. We are a huge population and to be a leader and a hero for such a vast number is no joke. It needs to be appreciated, awaited, anticipated and celebrated and this is what we Indians do. This gives us the ray of light at the end of the tunnel which I am sure is getting shorter and shorter, unless the world comes to an end because of climatic changes or the glaciers melting down!


While we look forward to who will exit from the political scenario, if not permanently then may be for a few weeks after the results (say to Columbia or Thailand), do we also introspect that why we feel so dependent on our government for devising our progress. One reason is of course because moving things through our bureaucracy is a task which even Hercules would not have dared to take up, but another may be our legacy. We always like to follow - leaders, kings, God, and now social media and trends! We feel safe that way - going away from the norms is too risky and time consuming. And being an Indian, we always have less time - more than half our lives is gone in fitting into the social structure or saving enough for our future generations or making our ends meet or if in Bangalore then dreaming of a startup or being stuck in traffic! Most of us want to play it safe - we will never relinquish our tea shop and go to bring about a social change and lead a faction of people leave apart a whole country! And there is nothing wrong in it. There is nothing wrong in being in the safe zone, being comfortable in our cocoons. Though unfortunately, 32% of us felt too comfortable to even go out an vote! And "comfortable" is certainly not the right word when I think about them - its being "reckless and soul-less".


Now, as we await for the real result to be declared, I hope those 32% will introspect that if "corruption" gets chosen over "development" by a small margin or because of some spineless coalition, it would be because of their lack of sense! It would be because they didn't want to change their ignorance into duty towards the country, a country of more than a billion people. The billion who will then have a leader or set of leaders who don't deserve to be there in the driver's seat. Those "by hook or crook" leaders will use country's resources, tax payer's money and their power to take decisions to regress the country by years and thus will substantiate those set of human kind who claim "India will never change". So, while I hope that those 32% do not cause any political calamity for the next five years in India, I also wish that for them the election results will also mean more than just an adrenalin rush - after all "Exit" is a strong word if it means exiting progress also for those 32%!

Sunday, May 19, 2019

Clutching to my keys

The sheet covered him barely
Stretch did he
on the roadside, languidly
Under a scaffold, looking sturdy
Trellis it was to him
With stars peeking like tiny lamps
Into his night abode
enveloped with torns and rags
Holes filled with dreams
Eyes full of hopes

Tiny thoughts of big abodes
A day not far off
Though years may pass
in drudgery and penury
But those will be lost soon
One day own would be a home
His hands holding its key
Despair not known
Failure not perceived
People of his, happy

Here I am too, a gentle onlooker
Next to the same road
On the side but that is other
A parallel life of his
In the same world as me
Where heart of mine
filled with compassion and sympathy
Walk I may, a few steps
Bridge the gap and their misery ?

But, fear fills the soul
Not wanting to share
that is mine
The keys that I hold
The happiness that I hide
Disturbing it may be,
But its safe and settling
Insulated on my side
Clutching to what I possess
Not parting with what I can give

Walking away wondering
Where's more scarcity
On the side that is his
Or the one that belongs to me....


















Saturday, May 18, 2019

jahan mera dastoor

जमाना गुज़र गया ढूंढते हुए मंज़िल
तीर कितने ही चले
पर हसरतें हुई ना हासिल


दस्तूर बहुत याद दिलाते हैं दोस्त
चलाये जा बाण
निशाना लगेगा आखिर एक रोज़


पर आँखों में बहुत है निराशा के आँसूं
धुँधली दिखती है अब तो मयान भी
कैसे टटोलूँगा वो पड़ाव इतना दूर


क्यों ना यहीं पे कर लूँ मैं ठिकाना
सुकून और इत्मीनान का
फिर कोई और तीर चलाये दरबदर
मेरी मंज़िल वहीं जहाँ मेरा दस्तूर 

Friday, May 17, 2019

Embracing my finality

How do I write about
What I know not
Heard, seen, dreamt, but uncanny
Guarded by Angels...
for all thy being or only the chosen ones?
A new hand to hold
When leaving many behind

Do thee bow and the chains unleash?
Souls that were trapped
Now with joy they scream?
Messengers only too happy to abide
At the end of my life
Gladly collecting their prize

And...
Am I eager to be thrown?
The surreal me out of my real zone
Different as it may seem
It still may feel the same
Each world repeats the tragedy
In life renounced by others
And in death by my own mortality

Is it longer than the journey called life?
The reach to the final street
Is it a gold medal finally
For all the missed opportunity?
What for the sins I left
Would the oceans rise to accumulate?
Let me leave the disgraced
And only what fit into tranquility?

Would the angels finally gift me the wings
Alive I was but never could I get
The distant breaths of being free
What life couldn't give me
Would I finally have when I...
embrace the finality?






Thursday, May 16, 2019

Falling out of love of Bangalore

Empty moments crawl slowly and scorching afternoon fades gradually - This year scorching afternoons have been spreading throughout the day. It has been and still is indeed a cruel summer. Even though the pre-monsoon is washing the evenings of Bangalore but rest of the day, it's the silent, hot and powerful sun - dominating the sky and dominating our lives.


Around two decades in Bangalore, I had fallen in love with the weather and also the canopy of trees. The latter was the first made to shrink automatically followed by the deterioration of the former. The heat pierces the skin now like small needles extracting the drops of sweat. Earlier it was as if the winter's "meethi dhoop" endowed Bangalore throughout the year. But now, its a tiring thought of being outside the shelters of ones home - during the day because of heat and during the evening because of traffic.


How have we reached here? Was it really the economy boom in Bangalore which has now become a curse for the residents? Why have we let the situation out of our hands - why have the value of time suddenly become minuscule with those endless long hours in traffic? Today, just to travel to airport and back it takes half a day! - Half a day on the road and rest half with a headache having driven nearly a hundred kilometers in the senseless traffic on a brutally sunny day. Traffic - adding years to our age - straining eyes, crinkled foreheads and exasperated souls!

So this is today. What about tomorrow? What about the years to follow? May be I will be totally out of love of Bangalore by then. After all love doesn't last forever - not even with a city!

Sunday, May 12, 2019

For my daughter on mother's day

आज तुमसे बहुत तोहफे मिले
और बोली तुमने
ख़ास सी बातें अनमोल
सुबह से ही कहा तुमने
आज मदर्स डे है
माँ, तुम्हारा हर पल हो
जैसे हीरों से जड़ा
किरणों की तरह जगमगाये हर रोज़

यह नयी परिभाषा मेरी
सालों पहले जो तुमने थी सजाई
नया अनजान सा सफर
हुआ था शुरू ..
जिसकी डोर कभी तुमने थामी
और कभी मुझे थी पकड़ाई

कितने प्यार और हंसी के कहकहे
मेरे लिए इनाम बने
और रोष मायूसी के कुछ पल
जो बाद में मैंने अपनी यादों
के ढेर से अलग किये 

सालों की तुम्हारी सीढ़ियां और
रिश्तों की तुम्हारी मंज़िल
कुछ से रही मैं अनजान
और कुछ में थी मैं शामिल

वक़्त के पाठ हर बार की तरह थे सटीक
दायरे हैं माँ होने के भी
अनूठे सवालों में उलझी
अनन्य अनुभवों की मेरी सीख

बस छोटा सा तोहफा दो थमा
आज दिन ख़ास जो मेरा मनायो तुम 
मुझे सिर्फ माँ मत कहना आज से
कहीं इसकी दूरियों में न हो जाऊं मैं गुम
ना सोचना कि उम्र के हैं फासले
आखिर हुआ था एक जनम
मेरा भी संग तुम्हारे

कभी मेरे कान में कहना होले से
चलो दोस्त करें कई शैतानियाँ
और कभी हाथ थामना
सहारे के लिए नहीं
यूँ ही साथ कुछ कदम चलेंगे
बे सिर पैर की बातों के धागे पिरोये
किस्से कहोगी तुम हमेशा बेधड़क
मुझसे मुख्तकिल दोस्ती बनाये 
साथ मेरा ढूँढोगी तब भी
जब करनी हो दिल की बात
माँ को बिन बताये













Tuesday, May 7, 2019

chidiya

कैसे फुदकती थी तुम अल्हड
पंखों को समेटे
नन्हे पैरों से टहनियों पर बैठे
कभी थोड़ा सा उड़े और कभी
पेड़ों के तनों को खटखटाती हुई
मेरे ध्यान को तुम बूँद बूँद बटोरती थी


क्या पेडो में कोई खज़ाना छिपा था
जो दिन भर उनका साथ नहीं तुमसे था छूटता ?
मैंने तो कई काट के देख लिए
पर वो तो बेजान से मायूस से
सड़क के किनारे को घेरे गिर जातें थे


कितनी सदियों से तुमने खेल खेले इनके साथ
कभी राज़ न बताया मुझे इनका
मेरा भी तो हक़ था इनपे
इतना ढूंढो न अब उनको तुम
आयो हीरों से जड़े सिहासन पर बैठायूं तुम्हें
तुम भी रहो मेरे संग सोने के पिंजरे में


अब तो चंद ही पेड़ों का साथ बचा है
अब तो मेरी गली का मुख करोगी ही तुम
फिर भूल जाओगी उन  हरे पत्तों को
जो बस गर्मी के ताप में हो जाते थे गुम


पर यह क्या ऐ नादाँ चिड़िया
तू अपने परों को क्यों त्याग रही है
अजब ज़िद है तुम्हारी
कराह के जो मुझसे यह कह रही है
इस आकाश में उड़ान कैसे भरूँ
जब बंजर हैं इसके नीचे की ज़मीन
अब कण नहीं है इसमें जीवन का बचा
आखिर डाली डाली फुदकने का नाम ही है ज़िन्दगी

Let me be in love

Let me be in love
So that...
When I stand alone in a desert
Lost in the dunes of relationships
I believe there will be an oasis
when you will be with me
When I am crowded with faces
I will feel your eyes looking for me


Let me be in love
So that...
As the night descends
and the stars sparkle
The moon beams and so will I be
I believe your eyes upon them
Will be smiling with glee
sparkling with the love for me


Let me be in love
So that...
When I am pushed to despair
I will clutch to hope
Fueled by your thoughts
As I stumble on failures
My heart will still be sated
with the wishes of love
showered on me


Let me be in love
So that...
This world will seem always colored
with infinite hues
otherwise impossible to see
Framing the picture of life
like an impossible perfect
With the shades of heaven
On earth are there I will believe
If I am in love...so let me be...





Saturday, May 4, 2019

थोड़ी देर थमने की बात नही है साकी
तेरे दर पे मेरे माज़ी का है ठिकाना
चल तो दूंगा अपनी डगर पे फिर से
पर नशे में कमबख्त जिंदगी 
फिर छूट जाएगी मैखाने में
Many words have been written now for the past few years , mostly in the form of poetry and short prose. Thoughts have been poured looking for rhyming words constricted by the length of the poetry form. The pen has been active - lately more than ever. The place has been same, may be the same desk but the air has been different, I guess a bit more polluted more dusty certainly. New lines peeping on the dermis of  my face, call it experience, term it as age. It may not be the same though. Age doesn't ensure experience, after all our opposition leader is in his late forties!

Back to the changes since my last outpouring of thoughts on this blog a few years. There is a certainly a new addition apart from the all the kilograms gained - the shiny greys - those which would be in majority in the years to come. So, are they to be hidden under layers of burgundy and dark brown. Nah! I am definitely too lazy for that. The time spent could churn a few lines - I would value and remember that more. What if the mirror may not remain by friend for long. After all...

आईना आज भी देखे है गौर से..
जैसे फिर से पहचान मुझसे बनानी हो नयी
पूछता है नासमझ
वक़्त ने तुमको बदल दिया है
फिर आईना क्यों देखते हो तुम फिर वही...

I have never felt time to be so loud, banging my ear drums that it is passing by. The clocks are all silent though - but its the mind that hammers counting every second that slips by. Where was the counter when we are in out twenties? It was as if time would remain same forever and as if the mirror would see exactly the same face forever. And then one fine day for a decade or two - the hammering starts. Now you are busy trying to catch the moment a little too feverishly for comfort and then one fine day (I am sure of this!), the acceptance will dawn. The time will run past, but we have to be still, still so that we can feel life not bound by time. It's difficult but that feeling will come and the hammering will transform into humming. The mind will hum the music of life - and that will infact be niravana!!!
कमबख्त खवाइश इम्तेहान लेती है
 हर वक़्त
 मंजिल रूबरू हो चाहे
कदमों को खिंचती है ये दर बदर 

Saturday, March 23, 2019

The cup

The cup hisses silently
I, on the sofa,
With my feet up, drawn...
Don't wanna move an inch
Till the sight of the next dawn

The sun had set long ago
Dinner's finished
Beds spread, Days done
But the evening ...
not wanting to go.... yet.

I whiff the familiar smell
Too known to ignore
It's just a few steps...
to the kitchen table,
next to the door

Fresh to my taste
May be the flavour which I like best
Or the one which I like a bit less
Too tempting to resist
It's time to arise, walk a few steps

But, seconds have passed,
The flavour may have left
Like the smell of just wet ground
Gone after a shower of rain,
Do I go the distance
May be all in vain ?

A few still moments
Then a familiar voice
Of footsteps....
And the cup
Of my favourite brew
As I grab for that sip
What more could I ask
Than a wish come true!







Thursday, March 14, 2019

Summer sun

Steps hesitate
As the skin feels the wrath
The wrath of the sun
on the concrete path..

I try to fit in my shadow
Hoping for shade

Eyes squint,
As I wait on the street
For the cool of the bus
Dreaming of the back seat

A long road ahead
A few mirages teasing my patience
Gust of hot wind
Hurting with the summer fragrance

Drops of water on my forehead
get wasted as sweat
An overused handkerchief,
dying to be thrown
in that bucket of water back at my home

A pair of parched lips,
As I quiver with thirst
The last drop from my bottle
To my despair
escaping into the dust

Breathe in the hot air
filling my lungs
Burning fire inside me
Like the burning hot sun

Oh..I miss the trees
That once lined the street
Soft shades of different shapes
Like a mother's assuring embrace

They stayed beside me
As I enjoyed this street
Making me forget..
there was a summer sun indeed..

A summer sun indeed
Waiting to devour
Whatever walked in this heat!!!!





Wednesday, March 13, 2019

आसमान ने शिकायत की ,
फिर हवाओं की मुझसे
मेरे बादलों को बेघर कर देती हैं
ना जाने किस की चाह है इन्हें

कल ही समेटा था नहरों से पानी
ख्वाब चमकती बूंदों के देखे थे
कैसे मानुष को अचंभित करेंगे
जब एकाएक बादलो से बरसेगी रवानी

हवा तू रुख क्यों नही बदलती अपना
अब जाड़े में आना इस ओर
जब रुई की तरह होंगे ये मेघ
ना बरसने की ललक ना गर्जन का शोर

अभी तो धरा बैचैन है भीगने को
सन्नाटा लपेटे सूर्य की किरणें ,
पढ़ती हैं जब इसपे
और जलती है रूह इसकी ध्वस्त

एक आशाहीन अभिलाषा लिए
करती है वो निरंतर आह्वान
रोक ले हवाओं का ये हाहाकार
ऐ, आसमान, अब तो अपना धन बरसा
अब तो बूंदो की मुझे झलक दे