भोपाल

राहतो का महकमा,
खुशगवार यूँ रहा;
मुश्किलो के सिलसिले,
अटकलो का जहां;
पैगाम यह हुआ,
कारवां में दौड़;
खुदगर्जी के अचकन में,
ना साँसो को छोड़;
दामन में थाम ली,
पल दो पल की आस भी;
पलको में बाँध ली,
हमने चाहतो की पोटली;
पोटली में साकी भी था,
और था जाम भी;
रुकी रुकी सी शाम थी,
लबो पे एक नाम भी;
ना शिकस्त थी वो,
ना फरियाद थी;
अपने मुकाम की तकदीर पे;
जीत की ताबीर साफ़ थी !

Weird

Weird,

How this came to be so.

Knowing your boundaries,

I restrained

while, you remained the stock-still shore.

Growing to enjoy the rhythm

and bridging the gap,

between those spaces;

you claimed were so sacred,

that you rejected any connection,

yet, contemplating...

why not!

I know the conflict that marks,

the sway of an unclear mind;

so, like the roving waves

I waited;

for us to realize,

how we touch each other.

Love

Sometimes it takes so long,

nowhere to go,

& nowhere to turn to.

With shattered hopes,

returning to a point,

which marks my demise.

Still unaware

& still occupied,

the web of love entangles me.

I question its identity,

& probe into its self.

It is there,

right before me,

stubborn yet humble,

it looks into my eyes,

reflecting the stirring future ahead.

I deny;

& gather my soul.

Miles ahead,

I am here taken aback

& hoping against hope.

Yet, it stayed.

I can't do it off,

as I can't with my shadow.

It was within me,

flowing & rendering a warmth.

Nowhere to go

& Nowhere to turn to,

I now look forward,

to love and to be loved.

A little girl

Yes, a girl you are!
with wings,

ready to fly.
Not to be overt

and

yet, not to be shy.
Somewhere in the branches,
on the tree on hill top.
Company is rare

but, lonely you are not;
busy looking within...

and flipping the pages of soul,
and imagine,
the pages turn within
and you turn out.
They think you are looking for the light
and they wonder if,

you are looking for someone around,
while, all the time you lie there;
being the air

that connects light with the sound
a little girl that you are !!

Buddha reasons

'Why I am, what I am?

often I sit occupied with nothing

but, this thought.

The thought is not mundane,

it had the might of a tide,

taking all other thoughts in its sway.

Yet, it had the plight of an infant,

searching for 'that' look of recognition.

With it, I am helpless

Without it, I am useless.

The crisis of identity is the cause

and I ask, 'Why I am, what I am?'

I am so I fear and yet cheer,

hope and yet struggle.

I am so I fight and yet achieve,

smile and yet decieve.

And the suffering has to be adorn

for we got the birth

and if birth leads to suffering

then why the will to be born?

I reason;

Perhaps we attach ourself to this world,

Perhaps we attach ourself to its objects,

This attachment is nothing

but, the desire for possession

and the possession is nothing

but, an effect of perception.

We touch, we hear and we see

and so the impulse of detachment flee.

We feel so we lust,

we need so arise a thirst.

I reason;

my senses lead to its cognition

but, could they do it,

without a mind-body conglomeration?

It was decided when I was still in the womb,

the impressions carved

casted by nothing

but,

glimpses of past

Travelled through all zones of time,

the journey of future, present and past,

I am still in the darkness

Just as I always was,

and in this perfect black of ignorance,

I feel the void within,

the enlightened though showed the path

but, the reason remains to be reasoned

'Why I am, What I am?'

Oh...how I blossom!

Oh! How I blossom!!

Soul no more a treasure of flesh,

hopes no more the urge,

ripples of passion come beating,

when cause and effect merge,

Oh! how I blossom.

Since parameters lost their meaning,

and wild goose chase bagan,

my thoughts wandering,

in mortal and immortal zones,

the rigid ground a witness,

to the zest of a zeolot's run.

Oh! how I blossom!

The twilight my vigenette,

and xanthic halo my glow,

union of real fallacies,

the transition an amazing flow.

Stiffness of death dismantles,

as life becomes eternal,

with the joy of freedom,

cherishing the beauty in deformity,

Oh! How I blossom!

Soliloquy

Yes, I was alone,

huddled within my own self,

inside the brackets of life.

The frontiers opened

and I hustled inside.

The liberal air shed

dewdrops

that rested on my soul.

New dimensions unfolded,

in untouched, unseen horizons.

In the merky depths

moved new ripples.

Within me arose

fragrance of unforgettable moments.

You will remain and resolve,

all my odd equations.

Randevouz with

new experiences await me.

Awakened and delighted,

you will radiate,

the most humble portrait of my life,

which I look forward to,

with the earth within

and a sky to search for...

Mesmerism- an ordeal!

Life has started mesmerizing me,
Advent and departure of thou timid soul,
in flashes she touches and in flashes she leaves us alone,
burning in the rage to know the oblivious,
myself found in the spell of thee,
Yes, life has started mesmerizing me.

Ticklish the path
and stringent the means,
deep in the core, lies the zeal
to rove on as we must,
free at last the sturdy of lust.
Wrangler- no doubt,
has chosen her own prairie,
Yes, life has started mesmerizing me.

Stunningly beautiful, yet unseen;
a voyage demanding, no demand to be keen.
Firmly and gently she plays with me,
perplexing with desire to get feel of thee.
I turn to her and she smiles at me,
fears shy away as reality strives;
a day shall come,
when I shall be the chosen one,
the womb shall play the cradle
and life shall born out from the alive
ordeal shall end and adversity shall flee
nightly and gently I will hold her to my knee
Yes, life has started mesmerizing me.

Dreams

And life goes on….
Dreams often ask me,
Why did I desert them?
Why I no longer walk their way
Why I no more stop by and say hello
The melody of colours no longer resonates
And the dreams don’t last a dreamy night
Dreams often ask me,
Why did I desert them?

Conflict

To be or not to be?

A moment to question,

But the moment is not too keen.

The real and the unreal…

Presents the tug of war at hand.

Even as the unreal snide away the treachery of the real,

The train moves to a world unseen;

And I saunter away into what could have been!