Friday, December 30, 2016


Play my soul blind, that 
I have lost my sight

That shown my golden past, now
Take shelter inside dark haven

What is this rumble around
That thunder 
My pieces part

Play my soul blind, that 
The munitions never respite


When I find myself dangling 
on the branches of a tree
Like a bright plump fruit
l could feel your love
that you bestowed on me
Watering my plant
from seed to full grown tree

Let your love
Take to spires 
Ringing temple bells, and
azan from the mosque
And plant a tree of peace
Full of sweet aroma, golden 
In all brotherhood
To the heights of blue sky and silvery moon


To your greater eyes
I have kept the fruits
of my love

My child sparkle
into the gleam
of your eyes

I yield my land
Towards a greater good 
From me to you

I keep vigil
To your loving face
And grow my love 


There comes someone 
Sad of heart 
To thirst my deepest well 
With salty tears

A traveller he is
Body to body 
Romping the heart
Culling my weakest breath

There I find
My deepest repose 
Buried under the ground 
Taking his heart into mine

He is none other than me
Sadly, taking orb after orb
Must I be someone 
Taking pleasantries pain by pain



What need I
To say of your love, that
Cut my icy glass
with your frozen lips

What need I
To give texture to your skin, that 
Swish a brush
To my body canvas

What need I
To gain loosing you, that
Whirl the whole world

In beauty of your hidden act 


When time will come 
To say goodbye
Resting on your lap
Weigh your love
Trickling down warm tears
That will balance my earth
By the end of sprouts 
Playing your smile with 
Each moment of your breath
With the bloom of the day

And lullaby of silvery night


When heavier thoughts
settle down on warm breath
I take a strand of strange silence
Weaving couture of precious moment 
Draping unseen the dark air
With a fearful form


My freedom
in the lure
of the abyss
a likely gain
never touching
the bottom 
Inspite of
the pleasure of

Drumming fear


Paint softly
Your deepest art
Colourless and dark 
That your companion must know 
The magical night
Playing a beat

In a drop of heart


What smouldering 
These burning shadows are
But a longer wisp of unbroken thoughts 
With a tinge of rotund gold

In her line of lampblack
And a longer tress
My fire will extinguish 
Into her black eyes 

What veil 
These thirsting shadows are
But a twinkling shade
With a fountain of desire


Every feature
That partake, a smile
On your ivory lips
A loving emotions
By my closed eyelids

I have but your eyes
that I see you through
With glinting heart
Loosing my form
In every beat, that
I touch an idol with worthy desire

Every count
That take a wagon of my heart
Pulls the cart towards you
While wheelless I drudge
And, you of an idol
Keep me waiting eternity


आंसुओं में यह नमी कैसी
यादों में ढलती जाती है;
और किस बहाने से
खता माफ़ करोगे
क्या कभी मैंने शिकस्त खायी है

ढूंढता हूँ अपने आप को
लबरेज़, तनहा मन से;
क्या इस मज़ारे-हूनर का तकियाकलाम
मेरे आँखों में
तैयार कर रखा है

शिकायतें यूँ भी
बाबस्ता कम नहीं थीं मेरी
बस उनके याद का थोड़ा बहाना था;
कमबख्त अपने आंसुओं से ज्यादा
उनके ख्याल पर रोना आया

अपने आप का दुलारा हूँ मैं
वरना कौन सी जल्दी थी
उस ख्वाब से लिपट जाने की;
गिनतियाँ मैं भी जानता था कभी
हिस्से के दो दो लब्ज़ ओंठों पर चिपकते थे कभी
अब रौनक, मुस्कराहट से ज्यादा आंसुओं में नज़र आती है


सुबकते  हुए;
आँचल   में  तेरे
ममतामयी  हांथों  को
मुहँ टटोलते
और ,
भला  कहीं  पाया  है

झुर्रिया  बन  चेहरे की
मैंने  तुझसे   सुन्दर
भला  कहीं  देखा  है

तुम्हीं  हो  न  माँ
गरजते -बरसते  ज़माने  को
करवटे  बदलते  महसूस  किया  है

सुबकते  हुए;
पैर तले  तेरे
फटे  हुए  एड़ियों  को
और ,
भला  कहीं  देखा  है

एक  बून्द
गर्म  सांसों  की
भला  अपने  गालों  पर  कहीं  पाया  है

तुम्हीं  हो  न  माँ
कराहों को
अपनी  कोमलता तले छुपा रखा है


All those past
And these, that is
living now;
Are anchors of the future
Baiting diurnal, relentlessly
The days and the nights


Wafer thin night
Crunchy and spicy
Supplement hunger
Masticating dreams
Teeth to teeth

Longer eyes
Upturn as bat;
Flexing jaws
Keeps its iris
In wider dreams, awake

A thoughtful array
Pins up shooting stars
In a game of checkerboard;
With every blink
Night wins one more time with hunger


I can feel you, near
To the heights of empty spaces
That goad me equivocally
To the haze of nebulous stars

An amorous world surrounds
The inner sanctum
Of whirling clouds
Wontonly loosing my heart

The centre of which
Keeps perking joyously
The inner core
Taking a bit of birth and death


While the shadow burns
Reality takes a wiff
On the outskirts of city lights

A borderline marks
The grim reality
Taking measure as it strides

Nothing is wasted
In the city fire
Only the orb changes its side


What thought, breeds
An eye of obscurity
It is, and it is not

A chauvinist, self
Jumble words upon words
It is, and is stale

What leaves, counts
A pasture green
It is, and is all autumn

What life, tides
An ocean waves
It is, a moon above

What ears, feel
A closed eyes
It is, and is reality

What I, gain
Closer to you
It is, a distance apart

O spear headed light, strike

O spear headed light, strike;
Purge me of all my sins

The dark clouds that hover around,
Lure me inside my gloom

Take thy heady steps forward,
Drag me to heavenly peace

O the redeemer, hoist;
A flag on my lonely frame

The bit bits of daily work,
Waste a path 


Spurn not the flight
From inside the sky lagoon,
An eternal yarn has spun
A dream cocoon for you

Weave not the fabric
From your illusory self,
Tend your dreams
Flapping reality check

Stop not the souls flight
From one abode to the next,
Many forms of the formless
Will take a swift flight on you


Park your car
Inside the parking area
Outside the screeching roads
Lest, it will be pulled up
by the neck of longer crane,
baring your lame legs;
Upturning your gadgetry
In a nihilist end

Park your feet
Outside the tinsel town
Outside the the city area
Lest, red siren will honk
A horn on your head,
baring your flesh
With shoots, layering
The dark air

Sunday, December 11, 2016


तेरे रक़ीब का ये आलम, की
रक्त को रंगत नसीब नहीं
मेरे नाजुक शब्द आशंका से
समुन्दर डुबोये रहती है
फबकते देर नहीं, की
रौशनी रगड़ मारती है
किसकी सरगोसी में गुलफाम
अपना यौवन लुटाती है, नाजां
पल भर की मौन
एक सरिया चुभोती है
सर्द हो चला है सरुरे-इश्क़
मिजाज को अब रंगत नसीब नहीं होती


Hands, like
supplication of dead man
in the air
tucking in breath
out of the hollow bones
disintegrated lot
rubbing the wings
like a genie
Flapping, like
An angels of death


Dilapidated eyes
Austere with worn looks
burn thousand tales
of sadness and despair
that have kept the wick;
braided with twist and turns
the longing and belongings,
burning for years
muddled and mangled
limping by its last leg
to be evicted by certain exorcism

The faith
bigger than heaven
runs deeper into eyes;
Still more space
is accrued
amassing those agony
That have kept
The fire burning
Into the hell
more richer, more pure
to those dilapidated eyes


What fain hope, flows
Down the tubular veins
Issuing long inroads
To the minstrel, playing
Sweet music
to the taste of blood

What majestic thread, floss
Through the needle
Weaving golden bulb
to the creeping stolon
An embroidery of unique kind
knitting my golden heart

What metallic flavor, slurp
the might of hunger
All Hercules shy away
pinion to its strength
An iron will
that turns dusk to dawn

हज़ार के नोट

ठोंगे में चिनियाबेदाम की सोंधी सी महक;
हज़ार नोटों की तड़प, औसतन
ज़मीं पर रेंगते हुए दिखती है
कितने दर्द को सहलाया होगा, उसने
जब रुपैये के कटपीस को
हज़ार आहों से तौला होगा
कहानियों में बाबस्ता सहेज कर
रखे जाओगे तुम;
अभी ये है, कभी हम थे
इतिहास के पन्ने, फटेहाल
चिनियाबेदाम की धूल उड़ाएंगे
मस्ती में जियेंगे, मातम मनाएंगे

Monday, December 5, 2016

"Jonathan Swift"

Little little smile
Prod my sweetness

Little little toes
Walk me bloom

Little little eyes
Shine my world within

Little little joy
Summon my spirit

Little little love
Cajole my wish

Little little you
Drizzle my heart

Little little earth
Revolve around the sun

Little little planets
Plod the mother along

Little little Lilliput
Sway my Jonathan Swift


Sketch a pencil art
Graphite and colourless, that
Your bristle-brush
Needle my paint

Wean my heart, away
from your canvas, that
envision reality
On desert mirage

An imagery, counts
Nothing of my ego; but
A visage in death, that
Counts my all

Wind blows,
Water flows,
Countless murmurs are hidden
under zero gravity

अमावस की रात

जाती  नहीं  कलेजे  से
प्यास  मन  की;
चहेटती  है  जिंदगी
सूनी सी  आस  लिए

कौन  रुलाएगा  मुझे
फबत  अँखियों  से ;
आठों  पहर  कसमसाहट  की
कसर छोड़  जाती  है

लंबी  सी  है
कपड़ों  की  थान तेरी;
पनहा सांसों  की
अब  कम होती  जाती  है

जाती  नहीं  थाप  तबले से
तेरे  आने  की;
थिरकते  हैं  लब पे
अमावस  की  ये  रात 

Saturday, December 3, 2016

आस मन की

अपने  में  समाये  है
आस  मन  की;
कौन  यहाँ  संजोता  है
ख्याल  दूसरों  की

अहत लम्हो की  ना पूछ;
अस्सी  अस्तर  भी
पुराने  ज़िस्म  को
गवारा  नहीं  करती  है

गफलत  में  गुजरते  हैं
गिन कर चार  दिन, यहाँ;
हज़ारों  ख्वाइशें  रोशन  ज़दा  हैं
गरजते  हुए  आसमान  में 

Monday, November 28, 2016


I can not be 
More pursuant
Of your striking imagery
While I bloat 
My limbless art;
The remains
Pallor of my heart

Bigger steps

Bigger steps have
Taken a lift of me
flapping skies
With newer limbs

A new creature 
bigger than a bird
Shade my raven flight


Life also grows
Like a painted nail
Once an initial polish
Another a clipper death


liner sketch hope
At twilight dawn;
Levelling comes deeper
Rolling it, beyond dusk.


If bones turn into bikes
It could run miles
In a go;
A simple steps could go gaga
Doting mile stones

Feeding on photosynthetic flesh
It could give surge
To life, and
Many centuries to cells

Immortality have many engines
Bike to bike;
Fueling spark,
A starter from
One journey to the next

If bones could pale
Marrow could generate strength
Culling the selfish flesh, and
Going gaga in a race

Friday, November 25, 2016


Bigger steps have
Taken a lift of me
flapping skies
with newer limbs

A new creature
bigger than a bird
Swirl the galaxies around
Shading my raven flight

DAMUL (Bonded until death)

How my computer-mouse
Swells in discomfort

Hold my hands
Hold my finger's edge

A sadistic movie's gainful pleasure
Erupts lava of my breath

Dust off my window screen
Dust off the scratches of film reel

Let me feel the shot
Let me seal my sight

Walk along the celluloid
To one with my flaming heart

In your feudal fecundity
I have disinherited my familiarity

Not that I have detached my sound boxes
But acquired a muted strength

Dust off my bellowing pain
As tenderness loops towards the oppressed

Your agony went on playing
Revealing whole night dreams

How my computer-mouse...


Lips of clay
Kisses hundred ecstasies

I have always relied
on thy munificence;
Under those bower of roses
I trespass your beauty hideout
And kindle fire of my heart
with naught, but you

Taste of butter
Churn hundred buttermilk

I have always relied
on thy method and skill;
Under maundering of drunken reveler
I deftly turn it to and fro
Spilling secret
Into the hands of cup-bearer

दुलारे तुम

दुलारे  तुम
मौन  हो  क्यों ,
नन्हे  पग  मेरे
आस  हो  तुम

इस अंधियारे  में
रौशनी  हो  ख्वाब  के  तुम

इस  गुमनाम  'मैं' को
तारते क्यों  नहीं  तुम

निर्मल कर  मन
ह्रदय  से  पुकारते  क्यों  नहीं  तुम

अरमान  मेरे
ठुकराए  जाते  हो
कहीं  और, क्या
छलकाते हो  अश्रु अपने  तुम

इस  नाम -ऐ-महफ़िल  में
बेनाम  जलवा  दिखाते  हो  तुम

बेमानी  सी  लगती  है
जुर्रत  तेरे  नाम  की

पार लगा  इस   कछार  को  उस  किनार  तक
कस्ती  क्यों  फसी है  मझधार  में  वहां

दुलारे  तुम
निर्मल  कर;
अपने  टोह को
उज्जवल  कर

इस  बात  में  रखा  क्या  है
बात -बात  में  गवारा  न  कर

इस  उफनती  सागर  को
शांत  कर

पुण्य -पाप  की  इस  धरा  को
रौशन  कर  अपने  प्रताप  से 

Wednesday, November 23, 2016


जाती  नहीं, बहार
आंसुओं  की
तड़पत  है  लगन  में

इस  वीराने  में
एक  जागीर, निशब्द
इठलाती  है  काँपते हुए

कसूर  इस  दिल  की ;
बैठी  ही
लब्ज़ों  को  सिले हुए

घिर आयें हैं  बादल
एक  लंबी  तान  लिए
उमर घुमर, पतझर में

हज़ार  पैबंद
सांसों  के
ओढती  है  ज़िन्दगी

उड़ा ले  चल  
नरमी  भरी अहसास   में

अब   लौ  भी   मद्दिम
हुआ  जाता  है
शामो  शहर  में

एक  कसीस  सी  है;
डालों पर
अब पक्षी चहचहाते  क्यों  नहीं  हैं

Sunday, November 20, 2016

"Papiha" (Brainfever bird)

You have given naught
To my searching eons
yet I keep nothingness
To find you in my faith

You have longer flames
To fire my dried breath
Yet I waver not
To find you in my flicker

You play a harp
To my string-less heart
Yet I sing a praise
To your roving clouds

You are there everywhere
To quench my thirst
Yet I find 'papiha'
To call my nest-less rain


Where are those trumpeters
Which can hold my ears big
As, a fair share of you is lost
To my deaf ears, an unkempt friar

Where are those teetotaler
Which can pull pegs after pegs
As, a taut was not enough
To drink me on, yelling three cheers

Where are those sagacious troll
Which can ocean a drop of my tear
As, I lay dead to your breed
Seeking no term, guilty of my deeds


As you rest
Your silent shadow
By the side of me
I take a whiff
of my frailty
and raise my bones pink
To see the colour
visible to your skin

As you drag
Your sweet promises
By the corner of my heart
I pause a little
by my seconds
and run my time fast
To see your beat
Running into mine

My Prime Minister is yours, yours President mine

Like a longer whip
The boundary of countries are bound
Did its inhabitant do  any fault of their own
That states are bounded in fetters

I see a long slavery
circumferencing in longer distant run
Faces of maps all distorted and unrecognized
The ugly part playing sick and famine

Break those imagery lines
Gulping thirst with parched dry veins
Puff up energy soaring to smiling skies
When greenery sprouts, let it sprout into your lap

Polarize not the 'me' and 'you'
Take one hand mine and whole heart yours
Check the lovely faces with happy go round
My Prime Minister is yours, yours President mine


I can not be
More pursuant
Of your striking imagery
While I bloat
My limbless art;
The remains
Pallor of my heart

Saturday, November 19, 2016


A lie erupts 
from the tongue of
molten words
Shooting ashes 
by the binding lips

Language does
with a flow
to every page with a tar
Wisdom slips 
the  slippery road

I talk silent
with my look
Stone to mountain 
A leaf to a tree
Gaining heart of hearts


Your wooden boat, sail
The surface
Soar after soar
With a mast held high

My paper boat, small
Of stature
In ocean of thy love


You sneak a silent paw
Taking wishkers of milk
Your petite frame meow
The sides of hidden corners 

You steer day and nights 
With progressing steps
Your eyes dove peace 
Easing love by supple walk

You have cauldron of truth 
That take sip by your tongue
You have maneuvering skills
Taking humans as minion

Friday, November 18, 2016

अजगुत / Marvelous

अजगुत, अछिन्न, अचेतन
मन की विधा कौन जाने रे
अज़ा के इस अशांति में
ह्रदय भी भरमाये रे
अव्युत्पन्न, अव्यसन, अव्याकुल
उसकी शुद्धता को कौन जाने रे
आसमान की इस असीम अमितता को
मुर्ख, शैल को काँटों से चुभाय रे
Marvelous, undivided, unconscious
No one knows the trickery of mind
In agitated state of soft mourning
Deluded, I stray my heart away
witless, without vice, undisturbed
No one know the purity implied
In vastness of unmeasured expanse
Ignorant, I blow mountain by an air

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Mere parvaaz ka raazdaan

Tinkon ka mere aashiyana
Nasheman, kahin kho gaya hai

Mere parvaaz ka raazdaan
Koi aur hai


You have waves
catching seven seas
I have but one life
rolling stones and dust

You have flames
firing golden skiesx
I have but one pyre
doting feverish ash

You have courtiers
to levee an embankment to life
I have but one truth
to shear my breath

You have magical chants
resonating your worlds
I have but one lucky charm
an amulet shamming my world

CFL light

Put off CFL light
Turn on dark
sipping inside

All familiarity are
casting skins
Turn a curl on me

An image flicker
Taking a bulk
inside of me

Put off surrounding noise
gain me peace
warm of tears

All evaporated
to eternal sublime
leaving an ash turning grey

Talk no more to me
Talk no more dear, that
I fill my heart with rust

Put off CFL light
Turn the dark on
Fixing doleful nights


A tourist
like an eagle flight
sight down
on the blank sheet
the lake surface

all waste and water
like a tremulous glimmer
Alone and lonesome
A silent withdrawal


While sketching
an empty canvas
with minds eyes
I lost trajectory
of my pointed pencil
holding graphite fingers around
manacle to its unfulfilled wish

To impassioned heart mine
I found empty layers
of seasoned fall
Doting thousand pains
with the thinnest art
that grew tamer and tamer
figures all blurring out

On wide stretch
of the sweetest canvas
Laying au naturel
I opened my bare chest
perforated with black marks
What art are thou, pencil
That took revenge with black art


Heed those passion
that chisel you
into a beautiful sculpture
One curse:
A stolen breath
will lull you to deep sleep

Heed those glitter
that shine tinsel
on your head
One gavel:
An unearth corpse
will hit your crown to dust

Heed those love
that suck gallons
from your cells:
Circumvent a path, that
there is no derth of fake blood


These foods with which
I fill my belly out,
are but the fillets
for my sustenance

My hunger finds me
somewhere near
towards that end, that
fills my void
with eternal silence
sans rosary count


How you play your music
fretting fingers over the black holes

My marrow doth
take your vibe
As music creeps
holding space
into the void

How you weave your tale
like a distant comet carpeting glowing stars

My wishful thoughts
voice into my ears
As big haven
of inner peace
trolls my heart away

चोटिले ख्वाब

कैसे  सुनाऊँ
मैं  दर्द  भरी  दास्ताँ
कतार  की  वो लंबी  फेहरिस्त
टीसती  है  चिलचिलाती  धुप  में

किस  दरवाजे  के
चौखट  पर
सर  लगाए
विलाप  करती  है  गब्रीली  हवाएँ

सब  गड़क गया
लम्हों  का  चंद  फासला
शांत  है  वो  चोटिले ख्वाब
जिसके  गुलदस्ते  में  कभी  फूल  सजते  थे

Sunday, November 13, 2016


Slacken not your love
When alike faces
Thrust fear
with an angled distance
missing oneness
at two hemispheres
Wearing sharp north, and
A shallow south

Mask not your face
When united hearts
drain much of you
with a pointed arrowhead
piercing wound after wound
at an archery show
Wearing stealth armour, and
A gory steel

Tuesday, November 1, 2016


सुबकते हुए;
आँचल में तेरे
ममतामयी हांथों को
मुहँ टटोलते
और ,
भला कहीं पाया है
झुर्रिया बन चेहरे की
मैंने तुझसे सुन्दर
भला कहीं देखा है
तुम्हीं हो न माँ
गरजते -बरसते ज़माने को
करवटे बदलते महसूस किया है
सुबकते हुए;
पैर तले तेरे
फटे हुए एड़ियों को
और ,
भला कहीं देखा है
एक बून्द
गर्म सांसों की
भला अपने गालों पर कहीं पाया है
तुम्हीं हो न माँ
कराहों को
अपनी कोमलता तले छुपा रखा है

Monday, October 31, 2016


Buy some lovely dreams
for those stony eyes
Warming inside the mound; 
that the war has ended long
Buy some clinks
for those widowed hands
Flickering a hope;
that the agonies have ended long
Buy some smiles
for those parched lips
Wishpering soft hymns;
that the bells are ringging on spires
Buy some humble glance
on those wrinkle cheeks
telling ages of her sons;
that cries a birth anew


Must not we draw
a simple art
to fading eyes
pervading all attention
Poverty needs
bare breast
and cracked feet
to own their tears in pain
Let us not rush
In pedantic overflow
Heeding none
To sell our pen with an ink
Let us not sting
Prodding our knowledge
Spurring moments
Have but one chance to loose
Must not we entourage
Our sweet thoughts
to gain an understanding
into those woeful eyes


Wet your thoughts
Wet your eyes dear
Very lonesome
My heart
Takes a trough out of you

I wipe my tears
Folding sides of my spectacle
Warm from my heart
Heed your tenderness doesn't stray
Heed that I am you

Take a flowery bunch
Ripe my pulpy heart sweet
Hum a song like a bee to me
I bloom a moments bloom
Where the season lasts onto the next

Wet, wet your dreams dear
Bloom as Jasmine white to me
A silver in the night
Spreading fragrance to the skies
Where solo my heart swells like a moon

Some enduring nights befalls
Some earn moments frisk away unknown
On some high hills
Lasting its last
Heed that I am you


In credulity
My weakness has been used

Repealed many a times
I fail in my attempt

Formless monster I perceive
Attired in black

Immedicable plague swarm
Basking in turgid smell

And, Obeying eyes
Fillling the gap in death


It pecks me a naught
Wherever I stroke my beak
Into your unfathomable expanse

My pallid waxen face
Melts as bloodless
Into your deeper glow

Weak on all fours
Directions erode my existence
As I trudge my boulder feet

How I honor these bones
Whose labour is lost
In piles of stones

Hide my relics
From the stary skies, above
That has wrought a life in pains

What I count as womb of earth
and head of a sky;
Bereave me pecking nameless


Grump not my loving brothers and sisters
Grump not your face down
Let me put my head
on your knees
propping my chin;
Darting smiles on your lips

Let hands come up
from the sand
In this deeper storm
Let an oasis rejuvinate
Pallor on your face
Grump not my loving  brethren and sistren
Grump not your face down


Speak up spelling
Apple, mango and pineapple
to a hungry man;
Less crazy will be your eyes
than his
Wailing understanding better than yours

Voice your thoughts
Past, present and future
to a decrepit man;
Less true will be your tongue
than his
Pointing his walking stick

Count the grains
Rich harvest of farming man
With toil dearly bought;
Less shine will hold upon your fair skin
Than his
Buying you a marrow curse


Play the music soft
For my car and ears
Plugging in pen drive;
Speeding miles have
Long roads to go

Shoot a new growth
On rugged and rocky path
With peaceful glance;
Trekking wheels have
Worn tyres screeching thin

Croon a warbler song
Trilling and tweeting
Whistling my ears;
Life has shorter stations
That fuels on time

Play the music soft
For my car and ears
Sliding the mirror down;
Hear the nature’s voice
Breathing fresh air fine


While the legs are my outward shoots
The head my root;
Such of an upturn, then
Why not glory the Sun

While the heart pumps the running blood
The veins are my capillary path;
Such of an iron will, then
Why not supple our loving heart

While the earth revolves smiling a tilt
The seasons sway with the moods;
Such of our colourful time
Why not cloak our bridal bloom


Shadow stick by the solid walls, as
my body flies free in my own house

Some unseen nocturnal images, pilot
my gross; outsizing my lighter weight

All four walls, confine my space
yet I gravitate unattached to my shadow

A bigger wing swoops-in the broken window
Pouncing the shadow with dark blood

Walls are no walls, only layered dark;
Freedom have upper wings rocketing skies


Peep a window
for me, dad
Open the sky gate for me

Lately I have missed an image of you
O my loving dad
in between those clouds, blackish there

My voice falls
by your heights
and can't get to you through

Get me your hands;
a finger touch
to my golden days

Come, come by your stern smile
mustache overgrown;
I have kept my homework done

Peep a window
for me, O dad;
As tears streak my face


A rough outer wind
With a broad roguish smile
Crossing the window pane
Looked askance at my face, and
In disbelieve
Pouted a unique look
At my becoming unaffected
By any sway of lies and falsehood
Rampant in the air

Without air and unpretentiousness
I kept secure
My bounty of innocence and
Inner truth, smiling; and
Let that ugly wind pass away
Gyrating and wriggling
With a pale look, crying
unrepentant in the air
for its foul breath

Bamiyan, Babri and Bareri

Images that was balm
of yesteryears
in the form of respects;
Now roost with an uneasy calm
into the howling nights
breeding propaganda, fear and rape

A bad time comes
with an iconoclasm
breaking Bamiyan, Babri and Bareri
History lurch with a lame leg
crutching torn morality
bleeding humanity

fanatics are obsessed with
blood, bile and fumes
Sane has gone for a gush
into the purgatory of hell

O Maa, I have lost my voice!

I mirror your divinity
gleaming into my eyes
As I do mascara and kohl
to my eyes

I paint your beauty
into my image
As I dance my steps
A trance onto you

I search your form
stretching my fingers
As I hold vastness
Into my hands

I am an orphan
cursed with a voice
Lull me to sleep
dreaming beauty into skies

O Maa, embody my 'self'
manifesting your divinity
I am no man
As I have lost my voice


Whose voice sledge down
the vocal chord
A wild babbling
Breaks forth
from an ocean cliff

Whose skin
I shed
In every cycle of my birth
every inexplicable moments

Whose lessons
I breath to live, and
with my every tomb

Whose hands
keeps a flail
threshing the earthy grain
from the dried husk

The quandary
I found myself into, was
an opening of my vocal chord
Taking alignment
To my violent surge


They would feel the level of water
leveling on their heads
and, see with defiance
the speck of life, floating the surface; yet dead
in the dark, afar

They load their thoughts
with their familial things
and, plunge with a splash
for the last adieu
with the sound of a silent earthquake


You came to me
by pretence of your tagging
with full mouth wisdom and foretelling
Disappeared like a hog
Castrated from the middle;
Leaving a grin
Hanging in the air
Taking loads of hampers
For the dark picnic, somewhere
To the receding tides

Friday, October 21, 2016


आंसुओं में यह नमी कैसी
यादों में ढलती जाती है;
और किस बहाने से
खता माफ़ करोगे
क्या कभी मैंने शिकस्त खायी है

ढूंढता हूँ अपने आप को
लबरेज़, तनहा मन से;
क्या इस मज़ारे-हूनर का तकियाकलाम
मेरे आँखों में
तैयार कर रखा है

शिकायतें यूँ भी
बाबस्ता कम नहीं थीं मेरी
बस उनके याद का थोड़ा बहाना था;
कमबख्त अपने आंसुओं से ज्यादा
उनके ख्याल पर रोना आया

अपने आप का दुलारा हूँ मैं
वरना कौन सी जल्दी थी
उस ख्वाब से लिपट जाने की;
गिनतियाँ मैं भी जानता था कभी
हिस्से के दो दो लब्ज़ ओंठों पर चिपकते थे कभी
अब रौनक, मुस्कराहट से ज्यादा आंसुओं में नज़र आती है

Monday, October 10, 2016

दर्शन के शाम

पिला दो साकी
एक जाम
मैखाने का

मन लगता नहीं
अब इस जहाँ में
कहीं ले चल दूर अपरम्पार

कर दे बेदार
की हर पानी
हो जाये शराब

इस उफनती दुनिया से
ले चल उस पार
की जमीं पर जमते नहीं अब पाऊँ

पिला दो साकी
एक जाम
दर्शन के ये शाम

Friday, October 7, 2016


Inverter keeps an eye
On the fainting electric current
Sitting on a concrete slab
The moment the power drops unconsciously
It fulfils the charge
With an auto button
Falcons are roving the skies
Keeping an eye on the flesh
On the living carcass of earth

Thursday, October 6, 2016


Let hearts run, by
Free passport, that
had kept all countries apart

Dote love not with hatred veil
The shadows of fair things
But with a loving feed

Let frozen hearts, melt
With lust mortified
Breaking borders with a free pass

Shine on love, that
Keeps light
Deep into our hearts

Let faith keep
A tireless servant
Leaving an end in God

Hearken the song forlorn
breathing my torn heart
Get me in, without visa and pass


You came to me
by pretence of your tagging
with full mouth wisdom and foretelling
Disappeared like a hog
Castrated from the middle;
Leaving a grin
Hanging in the air
Taking loads of hampers
For the dark picnic, somewhere
To the receding tides


They would feel the level of water
leveling on their head
and, see with defiance
the speck of life, floating the surface; yet dead
in the dark, afar
They load their thoughts
with their familial things
and, plunge with a splash
for the last adieu
with the sound of a silent earthquake

Monday, October 3, 2016

वीर गीत

प्रत्यंच चढ़ा, और भेद गगन को सौर्य भाल पर खींच दे वीर लकीर धार चढ़ा, और साध ज्ञान - ध्यान को शरमा जाये अनल भी देख यह तेज़ प्रचण्ड कर भूजा फौलाद का बांधकर शूर मूल पटल धरा पर न्योछावर कर दे प्राण धन्य, धन्य हों माँ के वीर सपूत जिसने दिया वंश, और कण, कण में वीर गीत

Sunday, October 2, 2016

रास्तों के दाग

रास्तों पर ये दाग कैसा
जरूर किसी ने पैरों को
खामोसी से मसला होगा

पैबन्द है जर्रा जर्रा
ख़ामोशी के नशे में, वर्ना
आह भी तो आवाज़ देती

काबिल है दस्तूर यहाँ का
पथराई नज़रों से
आसमान भी ठगता है

रास्तों पर ये दाग कैसा
ज़रूर दीन के ख्वाब जैसा
चल लहू के साथ, चले चल

Friday, September 30, 2016


Train runs on rails
Station to station
One distance apart

I run miles, deep into skies
Carrying my carriage
A unicorn agape

Wheeler's eyes opens
Towards the train windows
Grilling books after books

I open my gaze
To the stretching vistas
Spying, skies after skies

Train Whistle the hurdle
Still running
on parallel path

I take my silence out
Wimping my low strength
Towards the matter dark


You came to me
by pretence of your tagging
with full mouth wisdom and foretelling
Disappeared like a hog
Castrated from the middle;
Leaving a grin
Hanging in the air
Taking loads of hampers
For the dark picnic, somewhere
To the receding tides


In whose sketch
I draw my veins as an ephemeral art
breathing air on a limited canvas
wearing skins hiding inner lines

Take a huff of my petty rage
That cut my voice
With a silent brush
Spilling colours into channelled curves

Those paintings, that hung
on the walls are better; that
take longer age than mine:
A mere me with cul de sac


All skies perch in droplets
At wee hours of early dawn
As if a bundle of joy smiles
Through the glittering dews
Upturning the sky, rollercoaster;
A crown held high in an oval
Topping on the shining leaves

A wonder as the feelings touch
The petals of a loving bloom
With a glimmer of hope, that
A noble idea gets into the core
Moistening our dreams
In a clear posture of the day
Golden drops malleable to our wish


What beauty it wore
inside the darkest cavern
And worn me out
the light from my heart

No less was my woe
Less darker than your dark
And in vicissitude
You turned the tide towards me

What beauty I gained
Bumping my heart
Nothing was left of burning sound
That gained ash in simmering pyre

No less was the sound
more a silent gurgle
inside the dense air
Than a labour of death


I remember you that day, somewhere
near the sky
Clearing the heights
Much closer to my heart

I ever pine your memory
Still afresh as jasmine of the night
That keeps me awake
A vigil of my heart

I know the trails of comets, somewhere
crossing the skies
Clearing my doubts
about one, one day

I have given onto you
all that last;
running down my veins, red
Yet of unlimited hues

Sunday, September 25, 2016


You dart your voice
Inside the big ears
Yet I buzz, the wishper
Of my heart

My longing was, somewhere
In the vigil of my eyes
Yet I feel my crave for you

You have marked a dent
To my heart
Yet I search you
Patching my soul


I offence not
As you capture so much space
In freedom of my love

You have skies to spread  
As I daintily savour
The quivering  lips 

I do, what I do
As feelings erupts
In posture infinite