दीदार

उसके दीदार से
बेजान पथरों में भी
कोंपले फूट निकल आती हैं

लहजे ए नूर की कसम
टूटे पत्तों से भी
अाफताब के दिन निकल आते हैं

अशफ़ाक ए इश्क की क्या कहें
लहू भी दरिया बन
अश्क बहाने लगती हैं

अब्र को अब चैन कहां
फ़साने भी
आशमाँ बारसाने लगते हैं

WHILE IN TOGETHERNESS

When you fasten 

a threaded hole 

Along the longer bolt,

Make sure you give

The right friction

Rotating the nut

Keeping its groove entact

And

Forget not to lubricate it nicely

In case to unwind the future

When oxides takes to blisters;

With much lust about something

That kept on compressing

While in togetherness

OTHER END

When no  munificent dream

Could spread my richness at night

I will truce my fulfillment, vagrant

to the other side of the moon

When no dark blood

Could peeve thickness to my wound

I will gain one more war, 

to shine my sword from the other end

FINGER PRINTS

When cold wind

Gushes through the pore

I shiver down my neck

To breed one more familiarity;

And stamping my fingers

Across the walls of my staircase 

I brood down the stairs 

Lest, when the building will crumble down some day 

Majority will guess the age of the house

Searching the marks of my finger prints 

WHEELS GOES ROLLING BY

How is it that 

when whistle comes from the kitchen cooker

the bogies of empty stomach 

gets attached to one another 

in a family

And

There is no vacuum cut

As the wheels goes rolling by

LOVING BIRD

Your cloud of 

dense hoary eyebrow, have

opened up a clear eye space

While pupil of my black eyes

Flutter like a loving bird

Raining drops from my teary eyes 

PHANTOM HANDS

 

A long phantom hand held my head

And kept on pushing through the pillow 

While I was pressing the thoughts by my eyes and nose

It was semi dark, when angled arm took its shape

Taking no clue of what and why

The hand severed itself from the body sloth

And charged the head clutching my hairs 

It was booty of old wisdom 

That kept me awake the whole of night

And the phantom hands took to spade

To unearth the richness from my grey cells

LONGER PUMP

I squeezed an array
of longer thoughts
lining by the arteries,
marshaling courage
to unearth the mendacious truth
Turning, my stiff neck

I was measuring
The yawning gap of teeth
between the two canines,
which nature has benefited us
to tear the flesh
Roaring, like a tiger

I dived deep
down the marrow lines
to peep an ounce of wisdom,
all reason turned pale
as it beat hollow
when I blew a longer pump

FALLEN AIR

Only in breath
I sketch her warmth
On this dark night canvas
Trudging the amber of her invisible skin,
Buffering an aroma
From high pulpit;
While time slows down
To peek into cursory image:
The corona
That radiate the glow
From inside the fallen air
Out and around

BEAD A BREATH

Whiff my breath
Along thy cool breeze
Scaling silent skies
Binding longer moons
One toddy after the next

Tangle my veins
Weaving tangent of love
Stretching thy warmth
To grope a feel
One bead to the next

BURIAL GROUND

On every visible land
Of struggle and strife;
Your image, off-burn
The rummage
born out of my blood
Stretching history word by word

Still,
I succour thy invisible strand
On every mast of war-front
To tip-toe
My peaceful gain, lest
This be my last resort to act
Flapping wings of dove

I stick down
The memory lane
Littered with war and bloodshed
A thicker blood and a bullet hole
Marking a sprout
The nodding leaves and a brighter bloom
Melting my love for you
Down my burial ground

BULGING SPACE

Not all oceans, comes
to rescue
The sands of desert
But
Like an oasis
We tread the land
Bulging greenery in space
With pregnant thoughts

SILENT BAR

How you kept me waiting
Impelling your silent bars;
As I was standing erect
To gauze the wounds
Behind your sober looks

How I stood firmly
Tilting the earth
Along your vertical axis
Guarding my love
With a stronger hilt 

How I measure
Bearings that you keep
The more I rid my reason;
The more I become a slave
To my pliant intent

REFUGEE

Bulging eyes, black;
Flap the ocean wings
To caw the bony carcass
Clawing skin rut
White over white

Wind too turned its course,
churning the storm
As I shudder my spine
Replete with death
Facing, upside down

I dolt like a mad man
As ebullience dries,
Lapping ocean corpse
Racing the unseen
Death after death

I float away my homeland
To a distant refuge
Sans my earthy roots;
A refugee by land, water and earth
To a distant land of unbroken silence

NAILING THE DEATH

I boxed one more chance

for the death,

to kneel at my feet

While the parting was, 

Not much of an adieu

But, a gesture to live my life

I acquired an acre of land

To surmise the truth, that

Not all are ashes but a phoenix too

While the strength was

playing my thoughts

I was busy nailing the death

TIME TRAILS BY A MARK

As soon as I opened

the folding night-chair

On my roof top posing a seat

A disciplined silence dropped

Around the open vistas

The stars started twinkling its tiny eyes

Masses of trees clogged behind their swaying arms

A dense breeze stood by my side

Along with the lonely moon wearing silver anklet

I indoctrinated about the roots

By my silent communication

Opening one more fold 

For the milestone

That time trails by a mark 

LOVE

By what height

You measure the mound on my skin

While my heart was buried deep

Into the socket of your eyes

By what knot

You tie an air on my breath

While the essence of your love

Was wafting the whole sky