Sunday, November 04, 2012

The Snatch

A beautiful hut,
a maiden of self respect,
living happily.

A ghastly cold wind,
in the middle of a road,
took away her veil.

Deserted forest,
screams disturbed all silences,
thrown her, like garbage.

Monday, September 10, 2012

बुझती लौ

न जाने क्या बेताबी सी, है आज सीने में,

न जाने क्या हिचकिचाहट सी, है आज जीने में,
न जाने क्या फ़रमाती हैं वो तड़पती चीखें,
जिन्हें सुनती है ख़ामोशियाँ..........सिसकते, सिसकते !

तेज़ है रोशनी
, सच्चाई की,
तेज़ है चुभन, लाचारी की,
तेज़ है उस टूटे शीशे की धार,
जिसने मिटाया हर सपना..........खरोंचते, खरोंचते !

आज कहीं दूर, प्यासा है एक समंदर,
तकते, ओढ़े धरती की ऊष्म चादर,
कि हो मेहरबान वो बादल भी कभी,
जो बरसाए दो ठण्डी बॅूदे..........गरजते, गरजते !

कभी नीम सी कड़वी, कभी चीनी सी मीठी,
न जाने कितनी कहानियाँ, इन कानों ने सुनीं,
जब सुनी न किसी ने , मेरी एक छोटी सी कहानी,
तो रो पड़ा ये मन..........बिलखते, बिलखते !

छींटा है तेज़ाब, तुमने ताज़े ज़ख्मों पर,
चलो फिर भी माफ़ किया, ईश्वर के नाम पर,
बड़ते, सँवरते, फिर झड़ते हर ख्वाहिश को,
सब देखा है इन आँखों ने..........छलकते, छलकते !

जिस्म से बह रहा, हार का खून,
सासों में महक रहा, बीते कल का फूल,
होठों में दबाए इन्ही टूटे अल्फ़ाज़ों को,
सो गया ये दिल..........धड़कते, धड़कते !

Friday, March 09, 2012

Buy me some happiness sahabji

Eyes of my abba, are parch since ages,

he sold his pearly tears, to buy some stony poverty,

would you buy me some tears, my rich Sahabji,

so that he could cry at his fate and adversity.

My amma looks ugly, with her tanned skin,

working day long under cruel sun since dawn,

would you buy me some beauty, my rich Sahabji,

I want to return her grace and charm, far gone.

I broke my bangles, donated by my wealthier friend,

while washing crystal dishes in their majestic lands,

would you buy me some rhythm, my rich Sahabji,

so that I can again hear the tinkles in my barren hands. 

Thatches of roof have blown, and stones of walls are slicking,

my home, like an open field, is breaking and collapsing,

would you buy me some shelter, my rich Sahabji,

creatures of darkness are haunting, scaring and annoying.

Night after night, even sleep has desisted visiting my lashes,

restlessness, tiredness, screaming pains and rotting wounds,

would you buy me some rest, my rich Sahabji,

I want a healing nap, before enjoying those eternal mourns.

Buy me some smile, buy me some peace,

buy me some cheap reasons, I want to live. 

buy me some fragrance of satisfaction and luck,

buy me some fresh breeze, I want to breathe. 

Friday, February 10, 2012


This valentine, I’ll dress like a princess, in a taffeta white gown,
airs left untied, and  pretty stilettos, supporting my trembling toes.
neffable joy, tears of ecstasy in eyes, hence lashes bowing down,
hyness in face, blushing pink to red, heartbeat excited, as time goes.

Verily I’ll place, my heart and a proposal of lifetime relationship,
And I’ll again wait, as long as I have been waiting till present date.
ovesick, lovelorn, with a thirst to receive a pinch of your kinship,
nraptured, breathless for your arrival, I have been staring the gate.
Nuptial seems the ambient and the sun has vowed to shine less,
he clouds and the wind, in the palace of sky, will grandly celebrate the scene.
n the absence of yours, I’ll decorate the divine old road, our honorable witness,
ightingale will sing, even in the shadowed sun beams, though insane it mean.
Eyes drown in hope, and hands begging your astonishing arrival,
let my love, serve you at least once, before being a silent burial. 

Friday, February 03, 2012


Trudging through the steep hills of life,

   the valley of patience gets dry and dry.
Hotness of pain, not the giant Sun my friend,
    evaporating the blood, showering the sweat, brings the courage to an end.
Embossed in my palms, are some sketches of destiny,
     zig-zagged , cross crossed, but no tick marks, or sign of sanity.

Stop not, for the stars won’t change,     

      nor the moon, nor the sun, nor the universe would change.
Take a turn, when the time comes,
       but don’t let the journey sooner end.
Aspire, desire, fill your eye’s pool with dreams, not water,
       acquire, inspire, a new heart, to fly higher.
Revenge not, vomit the bitter grudge out,
       as, for every bad deed, a bad reward is ready to sprout. 
Think not, just start on, the things will arrange by themselves,
      With a pure heart, just pray for once, leave the rest on Him to settle.

Thursday, February 02, 2012


On the narrow edge of my balcony’s wall,

I was sitting, listening to the music of silence.
50 feet from ground, with a small fear of fall,
I was estimating the solitaire moon’s eminence.

The breeze was caressing the body of leaves,

making them bow, for some reverence and shy,
the stars were winking at the romance of the scenes,
and I was witnessing the miraculous beauty of sky.

Meanwhile, from a distance beyond my sight,

I heard a melodious voice, singing a tale of lost love,
fragrance of sweet pain, scattered in the palace of night,
hypnotized,  magnetized, my mind from body, got shove.

Beauty of night became dark, under the shadow of some ugly memory,

silences found words,  song became wail,  echoes of some past being  additory.  

Monday, January 30, 2012



                                                                Ripples of intolerance,
            generated in some heart,
Anger, the poisonous weapon,
  tears respect apart,
Gust of grudge slaps the mind,
            causes vilification to start,
  Expounds the deepest bitterness,
                        humbleness from speech, departs.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

A day of freedom

There are times, when our hand pulls us to write something, but mind refuses to open its door, and prevents thoughts from intruding in. Since last few days, countless imaginations have been knocking my mind, but concentration is finding it difficult to stop by one of them. 
Out of several orphan thoughts floating around, I snatched one, and accomplished its desire of being articulated through words.
The words sprinkled in this poem are randomly organized, as if, they have been competing with each other to be presented first.  I hope, you’ll enjoy this randomness!

My Lord!  I am begging you,
just one day of superfluous freedom,
I want to fly above the,
deep clouds of ultimate imaginations.
Give me the infallible wings of-
wisdom and enthusiasm,
so that I can tear apart the,
storms of archaic rules and regulations.

Make me light, as light as a feather,
I want to soar upon the-
heaviness of cold weather.
Shower on me, your golden sunshine,
each ray piercing through my bare skin,
make me pure, as pure as your love,
so that I am deserved to be called,
a messenger of your divine soul.

Lift me up, from the ground of reality,
and fling me to fly, in the sky of fantasy,                                
I want to pluck thoughts-
this one and that too,
so as to give them words,
who are waiting to be spoken to.
Let the birds, envy me,
watching me flying,  much beyond their limit,
and the breeze, shiver out of fear,
when I take a deep breath of freedom, satisfactorily.  

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

From the ocean of life.

Our life is like a prodigious ocean, resting on the bed of time, which has been forged by the collection of pearl like droplets called moments. The salinity or sweetness of these droplets is surmised by the type of memory, attached with every moment. 
There are some moments, saline in taste, which throw us back into those dark pasts, which seduces the feelings of disgrace, enmity, awkwardness and pain. No matter how hard we try to condone them, they will again shower the same rain drops of tears from our eyes, by becoming clouds of an indispensable bitter past.
In order to maintain neutrality in this oceanic life, we are blessed with some sweet memories too, that blossoms in us, the flowers of smile, rooted deep in our heart. These memories are like sunshine, which brightens a feeling of complacency, peace, harmony and ecstasy. The positive vibes sprayed in them encourages us to move on in our life, by promising us to return back similar beautiful moments, in the next part of our life as well. The happiness gathered by flying in these old memories helps us to continue our journey, underestimating the bad memories, trying to shadow our thinking. 

Every time, when the snapshots of those colorless memories blink in my mind, through the eyes of heart, I once again live that moment. A fragrance of some known old flower gets sprayed in my ambient.
But every time, when the show is over, I am left with a shivering crying smile, added with a big tear drop, trying hard to leave the arms of my lashes, and with that tear drop, once again those memories are lost!     

Sunday, January 08, 2012

Haiku- Simple things

Even simple things,
find it difficult to prove,
how simple they are!