Wednesday, September 20, 2017

जज़्ब



बड़ा जज़्ब है तेरे सीने में
ए रहमते परवर दिगार
ज़रा उनसे कह दो
मुफलिसी में सब्ज़ है
दिल का हरा होना

बड़ा नाज़ है
उनके इस आइनेपन का
ज़रा उनसे कह दो
फ़तूर ए लरज़ है
दिमाग़ का हुनरमंद होना

ग़ैरों से परहेज़ नहीं
लहरों का समन्दर होना
वाबस्ता अब भी है उनसे
फड़कती हुई आँखों में
रूह का सर्द होना 

Monday, September 18, 2017

A NIGHT JOURNEY BY TRAIN



A very dim light, flickering far
into the dense and dark
travel along
my lonely eyes
sitting by the window side
of the moving night train;
gyrating rhythm, marching
iron wheels
rail along, monotonous
doing a parallax shift
as it passes across, and
vanishes into the haze
giving shudder
into my veins;
fear lurking still
hulk
into this onerous night
steering further
till
the train siren
its next station

VOID



of the sweetest voice
that fret me around
after a painful respite
it ferry me across
towards hinterland
unspoken, untreaded
friendliness of a bizarre kind
where from
I prove my existence
without any form
untouchable to a reasonable man
and
part my earthy space
with a shirk
Sans space, sans time
to bellow my whereabouts.
Void, my eternal void

DARK



All eyes
pimp
on 'me'
As
I
submerge
all humanity
on to you

and, dangle
on a single
wire
'lifelees' -

victim
of
tetrahedron legs
vamping
my blood -
like solid ash

spun, and
discarded;
thin
deadly
of unworthy space

a web
A live Spider
dark
and, more dark

GRANDMA



O Grandma
See me
How unworthy 'am
In this fragile frame
Take me there, where
Your wrinkles cusp
my feelings in togetherness
in your abounding love
The hands, that stretches
four grounding to moon
voices generous in all eternity

P.S. - Inspired by dear brother Preeth.

TRYST WITH TRUTH



The real art, availth
a blue vein
of a softer yield

No pride, bubble
croaking frog
in shallow water

Finer strokes
comes wakeful
munificent of a touch

By one proofing
It dwelt a gain
to my beating heart

The real art, plexes
a frill
to its proven kind

No rank, crow
a black art
to its bill

Form comes from formless
to yield it back again
Tryst with truth, availth

ONE MORE EXCESS



Very lazily
you grip me
by long ears
belly of my thoughts
outsinging pain
timid, and fearful
of weaknesses, that
in three consecutive deaths
I was not able
to proclaim
the veracity of Lazarus
the fidelity of my 'self' -
neglect and abandonment
as more tangible.
Overdoing
one more excess
to my death

WORMHOLES



I crank up
my pen
drowsy and dank
elongated
with a shade
of an upward force
to passion my ink, dark;
frothing ceremoniously
like an elf
A wonderland
to my heart
sans any
sans me
to write
the darkest hours
spent
locular
In cavities
of wormholes

YAWNING DEATH - DOGS



They walk lazily
limping, slouching
trudging on
the middle of the busy roads
deaf,
rubbing the air
by body parts
pissing,
trying to save themselves
from the screeching wheels
passing by;
yapping about their heels
bleating, when run over
They purpose nothing
but their ease and die
beating all corners
from dusk to dawn
the flesh smashed and sprinkled
in bloody pool
sea of night and day;
and the sky
yawning death

Thursday, September 14, 2017

बन्दिश

अपनेआप की बन्दिश 
जब प्रार्बध खंगालती है 
उसके होने का असर 
जमाना प्रनव करता है 
मैं कौन हूँ कहने को प्रदाता 
वही है जो निहाल कराता है 

वंचित क्यूँ है, यहां 
आत्मा का झुझारूपन 
सिमट आती है प्रदाह सूरज की 
जब फनकार फन सुनाता है 
वही है लिप्त आगोश लिए 
शब्दों सा फरियाद लिए

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

खुले हाँथ का मर्म



एक कोना लब्ध है
राहों और बेराहों पर

किस सरमाया का दर्प है
खुले हाँथ का मर्म लिए

जब बात बनती है
वहीं सरिता फूटती है

रौशनी सा जगमग है
एक भृकुटि भान लिए

हारे को हार कहाँ
प्रचण्ड सा वार लिए

एक कोना लब्ध है
आकाश और आकाशगंगाओं के समग्र में 

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

वज्र



वज्र सा बैठा है
एक एहसास
किस करवट लेगा
मौन व्रत का
यह इतिहास

कई सदियाँ
गुज़ार गई
लम्बी आहें] लेती
धूल चाटती
एक जवलंत इतिहास

कोमल पंखुरिया
रक्त रंजीत हुई
एक तड़प
धारण कर, उद्वेलित
अंतर  मन का पाश

और अभी बाकी है
नदियों और नालों में
लाल लहू का घुलना;
जमी हुई रक्त पर
कोपलों का फूटना

वज्र सा बैठा है
एक शीलकाय अखण्ड
मौन व्रत जब टूटेगा
अंगड़ाई लेता
ज्वालामुखी विशाल

Sunday, September 10, 2017

किरदार



कहानी के किरदारों में
यह कैसा मन
लग गया,
हरेक पन्ने से एक जिन्दगी
बहने लगी है

मालुम न था
शब्दों के तार्किक भाव भी
यहाँ
अपनों को समाये रहते हैं

ह्रदय स्थल के
हरेक स्पन्दन ने
उन्हें
अपने दिल के करीब
हिलोर करते पाया है

कभी लगता है
पन्नों के बाबत
अपने आप को ज़िल्द समेत
लपेट लूँ
यू ही जीवन
आसमान और जमीं के बीच
कहीं खोने लगी है 

Thursday, September 7, 2017

YAWNING DEATH - DOGS



They walk lazily
limping, slouching
trudging on
the middle of the busy roads
deaf,
rubbing the air
by body parts
pissing,
trying to save themselves
from the screeching wheels
passing by;
yapping about their heels
bleating, when run over
They purpose nothing
but their ease and die
beating all corners
from dusk to dawn
the flesh smashed and sprinkled
in bloody pool
sea of night and day;
and the sky
yawning death

SWEETEST OF ALL



I out live
my pain
with a touch
of your soft image
from the yore,
coming briskly
like a cool breeze
innervating my nerves
with zeal and zest
foregoing all misery
in a go -
A potion for life
in letting go;
weaning
the lore
with faith and belief
The sweetest of all

A HISS IN THE DARK



Never once
you tread
along my dead bones
All scattering
in vain, encore
my seasoned demise
pulverized
Again and again
Autumn by autumn
to encroach upon
dead leaves
pallid and crumpled
to dust
As you rustle pass -
a hiss in the dark,
a venom in the air
and keep my passion
till the end
worldly
of death and after

GAMBLE MY EARTH



All gainful alliance
Tread me towards
A greater unknown.
The more I stitch the space
More spaces leave me awestruck

All reality glue
A subtle buzz
Into my ears.
The more I find meaning
More echo leave me unheard

All sight
Lure me dimensionless
A canopy azure.
The more awareness I discern
More I gamble my earth

TO YELL MY PASSION



Shoal of fishes
Spanned across the ocean waves
Way towards
the gravitating moon
Swimming with unblinking eyes -
The flight of the stronger fins

It tattooed silvery art
All scales to beautiful moon
Favouring all luck
to pisces
Its last sign

Eroding all doubts, that
Fishes can't fly.
Pouting the space
I reversed cloned Einstein-gene
and yelled my passion
Yin-yang

RUSTY WIND



When rusty wind
blow an evening slow
through the smoky dusk
A dissatisfied look
grips
across me
to some blurred images
Crawling lazily
to salvage
pain
that gently darkens;
as more dark sips in
into my being
bearing many torpid eyes
along worn out
night sky

THE RETURN BACK



They sat there, eternal
and colourful
on a boat
fleeting the shore
lending waves
on the painted wall
dark and deep
till
everything played freely
towards the difficult light
and, vanished
into labyrinth:
the maze of time and space

The paint dries up
Shadow, motionless; awaits
The return back

A SLEDGE



How those tiny beaks
are beautifying their rosy lips
Chirping all nature around
from their green branches
Nestling a feed to my heart

How those little heights
of green grass
are wearing a pearl on top
Surfing a ride to my legs -
A neckless to my feet

How those existent glee
frolic my heart
Tedding vast space
with wonderful dreams
A sledge over hoary clouds

LINK



All explications tumbled down
faceless
into many pieces
raining
chunks of mirror
bloody and black
down the sky
Severing
all links, that
once
twinkled, and
glittered
brighter into skies

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

पतवार



ये आँखें तकती है
अंजुली भर आकाश लिये
न जाने किस काल से
तरसती आ रही
ये आँखें अश्रुधार लिये

एक उच्छास सी बरपाती है
बाँहें फैलाये, अनंत
अवधूत अकाट्य लिये
भेद - अभेद्य का मर्म पालती
जोर करती
अन्धकार लिए

कोमलता शाप है
जहर है
जहां के लिए
कुमूद पंक में खिलती है
गाद में विलीन होने के लिए

ये आँखें
अब भी तरसती हैं
ना जाने किस कछार के लिए
सब वर्ण सूने हैं
असंख्य पतवार लिए 

Thursday, August 31, 2017

कोपलें



सहस्त्र हांथों से
दूलार पाती
कोपलें आसमां चूमतीं हैं
वज़ीफा ए ऐतबार का,
ज़ुबान लब चूमती हैं

उनकी आँखों में
पनाहगार की सुरत देखो
कितनी हरियाली लाती है
सराबोर करती है,
रहमत ख़ुदाई की

ज़र्रा ज़र्रा खिल उठता है
उसकी ज़ारदोजी के हुनर से
टिमटिमाते हैं फ़रिश्ते
नए जोश से
नदियों और पहाड़ों पर

सहस्त्र हांथों से
दूलार पाती
कोपलें आसमां चूमती हैं
वज़ीफा ए ऐतबार का
फक्र ए ऐतमाद पाती हैं

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

आशना

क़फ़से ज़िस्म में
एक हुनर परोस; वरना
न जाने किस दर से
पैगाम ए आजादी की इत्र
आसमां में घुल जाएगी

एक बानगी है
दिल का आशना होना
वरना आसमां में लहराने को
एक कफ़न शेष रह जाएगी

एक क़तरा लहू का
न जाने कितने इंद्रधनुष तारेगा
आसमां तो आसमां
परिन्दा भी पिंजरे से पंख मारेगा


क़फ़से = Cage
आशना = Friend 

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

बित्ता भर ज्ञान



साल उठती है, भग्नता
खंड खंड
वक्ष स्थल के भाल पर

एक दरिद्रता, दमित है
अक्षर असंख्य लिए
लेखनी को जप्त करती
आह हज़ार लिए

आकार टटोलती, जिव्हा
वक्र है
बरगत के डंठल की तरह

एक नाप का फर्क है
बित्ता भर ज्ञान में
कुछ ही गज का फासला है
सहर और शहरयार में

PS -
सहर = Pain of the night
शहरयार = Friend of the dawn

Friday, August 18, 2017

ज़िन्दा तालाब



ग़ुम सुम सा है, कोई;
लब्ज़ सीले हुए
यथार्थ यही है
अनगिनत राह लिए

नूर की शबब, कोई
आग बरसाता है यहाँ
अम्बर में
कोई फ़रियाद लिए

ज़मीं पे अब, और
क्या रखा है
एक पानी है
ज़िन्दा तालाब लिए



Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Nabh geet



Koyal ki kuk
Madhur nabh geet
Unmukt, avikal dhaar

Kalrav karte megh malhaar
Dhamniyon ka dhamniyon se milan
Avichal, adig chitiz aur wo pyar

Lam bandh ho
Ki dharti kare pukar
Kya niras rahe manushya ke vichaar!

Seat par juta

Seat par juta
Aur jhangari  ka chabh
Kya kahen bacchoon ke kwab

Selfie ka surur
Aur balon aur galon par
Unglion ke touchscreen

Bulandi aawaz me, agar;
To lauh sabdroz hoti
Train ke isharon par

Rohan ka akele
Kano par takrir likhna
Gum sum mobile par taktaki lagaye

Now, you take
One photo like this:
Sister Ganita

Sister Mudita ka khel
Samay ko
Indradhnus ka nishan

Sattu ka roti
Sprite ke saath
Kya kahen bacchoon ke kwab

Library me ek ghanta
Kitabon ke bich
Lahren marti angrai jaise

Pulse ke saath
Bitata samay
Jibh ke sez se

Saalte hain jab

Saalte hain jab
Labon par tanhai ki kasak,
Uski bandagi mein
Ab din gujarte hain

Us sama ko kya kahe
Jiski aag,
Lalten ki chimni se
Nasib paati hai

Bahut dekh li
Zamane ki berukhi,
Ab to saikil sawaar ko bhi
Motorcycle ki aawaz azib lagti hai

Kaun kahta hai, ki
College mein class nahi hoti,
Zate waqt bhi, Loyola Hall se
Tak tak ki aawaz sunai deti hai

Mante hai enayat unki hai, par
Zab lagti hai
Fine gairhaziri ki,
Attendance sheet lahuluhan ho jati hai

Raushani se raushan rahe
Dua ka taz pahan,
Parisar me basti hai jiski mahak,
Wo, raat ki Rani hai

ENAYAT


Reham khuda, Reham
ki pagal man
Gali, baazar mein
Tere nazar ka didar liye
Disa pukare

Hosiyari mein bhi
Khanzar ki aawaz aati hai
Khudaya, reham kar;
Mere kis gunah ki khata liye
Zanaja ko meri, pheri karoge

There pyar ki kasak mein
O Khudaya;
Hansi bhi, kabhi
Aansu chalkaye jati hai.
Paresaan Hun apne aap se, ki
Pass hote huye bhi
Nazar, dhund chupaye rahati hai

Raham Khudaya, raham
Masiha ki enayat kar de

MORE THAN LOVE



Your portrait have
All the colours
of my deep eyes; then
How my sight is 
Getting blurry
In loving you
More than
Into my inner world

MORNING TEA



Stir me inside
like a whirling galaxy
In a morning tea cup
Churning butter
out of the milky way

How the sky is all blue, and not
Green and verdant
Whose fertility, compass
All areas of intoxicating land
With a morning chirp all around

Steer me towards
The land of my silent dream
That have essence of my love
With you that I fill my joy
Will you that I sip my tea

HEART IN BLUE


When reason was meagre
To attend; faith
Upheld the roots
In an upturned look

Wisdom came 
Breaching nothing, but
A compartment in space
A heart unilocular

When reason tested red
On litmus paper
Wisdom came
Enlivening​ the heart in blue

SEEK



Take refuge in deep senses within
Crossing over birth and death

Take restive poise in your world
Caving in the reins of your mind

Take wind and heat toiling your path
Shine your goal passing beyond sorrow

Take a child into​ the cosmic womb
Dwelling a cry inside your heart 

Take heed losing not your path, as
that which I seek, he seeks into our heart

DEEPEST POINT



Hundred scripts, unfathomable
Engrave inside my crinckle heart
The oozings of certain despair
In abounding desolation
of the setting sun
The west crimson, far; and
The deepest point of the dead sea
All forlorn
As a host of invisible guest
or, the
Muted musk of the spotted deer

Inking


Inking globular clouds
Silvery vein
Cracking up a laugh

LAUGH OF HEAVENLY MEN



No soul
talks to a soul
But
with a silence
of thousand tongues
Stearing
along an eternal void
Rubbing
the edges of time
An invisible path, agape;
Utterly
incomprehensible
The laugh of heavenly men
A cleft
gapping it apart

सन्नाटा



एक अजीब सन्नाटा है
चन्द गज ज़मीन लिये

चन्दन की ढ़ेर पर
लाश की महक फैलती नजर आती है

अस्थी कलश की आड़ में
पिंजर ही मात्र शेष है

सुबकते हुये लमहे
लूटते नज़र आते हैं

NEW BEGINNING


An unknown voice
Creaked in
through
the cracked walls
of my chambered heart
Predestined
a new sprouting
Creeping up the sunlight
Emanating a deeper urge
Deep down
to augur my wants
for a new beginning

A CHIRP ROLLED ON MY LIPS



Nature ballooned
a lovely chirp
doting my heart
It wove
a fabric in space
Interlacing my beat
And fluttered
an ethereal joy
Nay to the other world
Skies rained heavenly
My golden droplets
Rainbow to my heart
A chirp rolled on my lips
Pecking my heart


Aves to my veins

BOOT A GAME


Dare not touch
an elusive truth
that beguile
an eternal charm
Repeatedly vamping
to boot a game
out of me; lost
at the end
under the murky earth, and
definite silence

IRON PILLAR


You have rustic beauty
of an iron ore
That tells the time
Of your demise
Time and again
In your old age
Yet,
Not all are 
An iron pillar
In front of the Kutub Minar

ALL MY SPACE



How you shoved
a mound
On my flesh
and
Plowed yourself, planting
Seed 
Twinkling the skies;
Don't you know
the lyre
the music of my broken heart.
It will play
All my string 
To bid you all my space

INK OF HEAVEN



The number 48
That give a touch to my age, presently;
gives eleven dig
at my heart
Not for the wages, that
I have earned in between
But
The wages that will be notified
with the ink of heaven
In well over hundred registers


and more

PASSION FOR YOU



How far will you
take me
Towards thy end;
Shall not 
a single life
Be a bait to thy beat

How long will you
play me
An organ timelessly;
Shall not
a single tone 
Be enough to fathom thee along

How I wish
I were you, and
Be a guide 
to thy every passion
Rolling multiverse 
In every breath of my take

BEAUTY: FOUR MOONS WIDE


 
I bait 
your sweetest voice
with my elephant ears
flapping like an oar
and gurgle 
your beauty
Four moons wide
Through parched lips
In my fastest run 
to an oceanic heart 

LOST SOUL



A long robotic arm
Came floating in my dream
Knowing not from where
In a slur of an indistinct moment
Pulling me to his auto car 
Showing the plight of modern man
Begging the long lost soul 
Of our great great grandfathers
By whose one lullaby
I used to sleep my nights
Snoring flowers and silent deeds

HAMMER MY HEART



It never hammered me
to beat my heart willingly
But your single blow
Drew  a cut
to my shadow
And was bleeding profusely

MUSICAL CENTRIPEDE



Rolling a quixotic move
I saw the moving wheels
of vehicles on the busy road

It betide my senses
Like a centripede
Sounding flat on the screeching tar

A predatory mass
In a longer journey to prey
distant lands with animated legs

One by one
It obeyed traffic rules
Pausing, respecting the game of laws

I jerked myself from the seat
To offbear my muscle
And let mistrel crawl multi legged into my veins

SUPPLE PAST


How you draw meaning
out of the dark space,
As I mark curved lines
Pointing my upper finger

How you fathom deep
an ocean of pain,
As I scuffle my tears
Through the desert sand

How you wear my lonely hour
shadowing yours,
As I shed skins
From my supple past

GERMINATION



How you mirror 
An image 
into mine
Every time, I
Stand before you
Rooted in  thoughts
A new sapling, germinate
In greenery 
of my dreams

TURN BY TURN



All lonely
By street light
You come by dint 
of your deep silence
afar, at night
The Walk of a heavy heart;
Where am I going
with heavy steps
While the dogs bark, and
The roads takes a turn
Looping turn by turn

PORTRAIT



How you wear
happy moments into your eyes
Did I spare 
A part of mine
To nurture your beauty in

How you paint
rainbow to your canvas
Did I imparted
A brush of my heart
To hue your beauty in

How you fancy
the art of mine
Did I lost 
A part of my portrait
To gain you through

ROOF


A little chance, dwelth
On his little frame
To till the land; 
With no strength left
As in his youthful years
That drove the spirit 
With strength of a spade
And now, with wife
by his side, old and infirm
In a mud house, and thached roof
They counted, both
The years left, and the yellowing
of their thached straw

BLIND LOOK



Your devotion was
Worth the denomination
For the crowning faith;
Yet I hunger my heart
With my begging bowl
Panning space with a blind look

CREST A DREAM



She would not lament
The last song of the day, that
Streak through the slender branches
of dark forest
Humming deep
The twilight of the setting Sun
Where its tiny beak
Crest a dream, nesting
A golden tomorrow


In her frothing heart

SIMMERING MY HEART



I know not
What silent beat 
You prod me, inside;
Yet I go on doing
The deed 
of an unknown

I know not
What colour 
I paint you, inside;
Yet I go on painting
The canvas


Simmering my heart

CHORD


Many a times
I feel your near about
Umbelical to vast space;
When all that, which
Grip on me here
Loosen me towards
An unknown chord

FROM WITHIN



There was a small ripple
On the ocean surface, and
I kept on seeing, nothing
Far off the distant land; and
A little later
The water spumes from within
Spreading towards the edges
An ocean mirage
A horizon lifting up
Lifting up
Many miles into the sky