सबूत

इस सुबकते लौ में
आँधी का जनक कौन है
इस दर्दे दिल का
मरह्म कौन है

न दीवार की ओट है
न किसी राख का  सबूत  है
सब जुदा जुदा सा है
लम्हों के इस पण में

जरा सी क्या दिल्लगी कर ली
अपने बेगानेपन से
रौंदते हुए आती है लहर
तेरे बेरुखी की

इस सुबकते हुए लौ में
शेष बत्ती की आस है
कब जलते हुए
माटी रह जाएगी

APPROACHING STEPS

Every dusk, that

Swells like twilight bow

Pierce a silent arrow

All goes fleeting by

No eyes

holds the past now 

Wet hours

With longer shrill

Howl a familiar cry

Far off, near

The blue of sky

I can hear the approaching steps

SEEK

When passion runs high

seek solace 

dungeon deep down 

When flights are clipped 

Seek you the black box

Rummaging the crash

When solace turns afar 

Seek the bosom

Of thy heart 

ICEBERG

You eye on a greater bloom 

with your colourful petals

Yet your pupil are deep and dark

What part you gleam your love

Keeping the greater part 

Hidden by the base of an iceberg 

I have heard your melodious song

Crooning by my ears

Yet you are humming your silent cry

CAULDRON OF TRUTH

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

CREAK

Now when the window, creak

by the thud of darkness and night storm

I fold my hands in absolute fear

And close my window panes

Lest some visible hands will grow longer nails

Crossing iron bars 

And pull my strength, dead.

Now when the dreams, whine

by the weight of falling sky

I hold my heart full second wise

And count my running blades

Hung on ceiling fan

Couched by my froathing mouth

FLOWER BLOOM

 

The sweetest fragrance 

Thy silvery nights 

That makes my flowers bloom 

The braid 

With wafting clouds

Ounce a beauty to my crescent moon

The stretching canvas

Mirror beauty

Out of me

The sweet fragrance, the silvery nights and my flower bloom 

FUEL POWER

Your serpentine walk, fang

Like hooded waves

Undulating I mark

The blotches of your sting

Limbless I gauge

The power of your fuel

Spectacle of exploding light

Fire my ocean strength 

FIX MY EYES

Eyes have many stares

to fix

I only fumble inebriated

In thy love, and

Waver 

Squinting a doubt 

If ever or when 

Your stare will 

Fix my eyes

SILVERY NIGHT

How you flutter

your silvery nights

more tranquil and protective

Than ever

How you chariot

My wishes

Perching on a black rose 

Fulfilling my night dreams

How you come

By feather weight

And do away

The agony of my day

How blind 

I have been working my days

Until I found you

In vision of the silvery night

TELEOLOGY OF WANTS

Bulk of our history, is

Stratified into the past

I only wriggle my present

To understand the need

That grope future 

With teleology of wants

Sans any design or with it.

BIND MY LOVE

Tell me

By what closeness

You bind my love,

The more I bemoan my 'self'

The closer I find towards you

TREASURE

When I give 

a pearl to your eyes

All my treasure vanishes

into your deep sparkle

I may not be

Who I am

In your measure 

But count my breath 

Till I owe you mine

When I give

My lasting presence

Keep it a fix, that

Munitions are ready

Twinkling the skies

PLEASANTRIES OF DEAD

All beauty manifested 

In grand eloquence 

The flow of uniqueness

An amber of thy love

All rancor of my heart

Fetid to my bodily wish 

Vanished in a go; embalmed  

With pleasantries of the dead

All interest, that

Rested in your imageries

Was sterile to the show, until

I found you inside palpitating by my heart 

All beauty of seasoned manner

Configure heaven for heaven's shake

I of untimely nature, season

The manner of my soul

FIX OUR TONGUE

Let us fix our tongue

On a simple language

From where doth 

The mirth of life, responds

With common fore;

The brighter teeth, and

A trunk full of rosy lips

Life may part us

With glory and gleam 

Here and heaven above;

But let us measure 

The volume of vowels

That play untouched

The saga of eternity

Consonant with life on earth

ALL THAT IS

I have taken hold
of long silence
on a mountain track
lonely, as a cloud
wafting
across the multiverse
tucking all divine will
into the unknown
through the upper skies
seer to all vastness

Willed by its own accord
I drew a line
On a single fate
My own communion,
Where body and mind mingle
Unitary of one blood
Conjoining
All that Is, and
'That' that will remain
All That is

BEATRIX

When the love, was
Less of marsupial
In a pouch;
I found
A womb
Into my heart;
A Beatrix
To my name

THE ARMOUR

Countless weapons,
blurted
The truth
about
twinkling stars
Darting
silent nights
Why
Sun keeps on hiding, and
Moon pry
its war dress
The armour
of silvery skies

GRAND CHARIOT

The daily chorus
Of hard work, was
more than a search
As was busy
Toiling my days

When the time inched
A little closer by my side
Wings were attached, and
I found myself
Inching towards thy light

So sweet was an end
As I lisped an ounch of faith
And was trodden away
In a grand chariot
Lighter of weight

GREATER BLOOM

The dusk of evening twilight
Trailing four Suns of dawn
What else for treasure run
Weaving golden canvas pore by pore

The roads are lonely and safe
Trekking thousand hearts at night
What else for caravan
Upkeeping footholds on the moon

The seasons are all season
Caressing hundred softer hands
What else for greater bloom
Pollinating love flower by flower

Man, don't I love you!

Man,
What did you do
with our Earth environment
Depleting natural resources
of oil reserve, of
cutting trees, of
poisoning air, of
taking a dig at our dying heart
fuming the clouds
firing the skies
Out of the one
My only earth
so compassionate, so loving

Man,
I know your hidden agenda
That you did it
during World War II
Building K-25
enriching uranium
with your black magic; of
The wounds
that are still fresh
The Nagasaki and The Hiroshima; of
Hunger, disease and plethora of
sick cells lurking in your blood
Populating bad reason

Man,
You have
Ripped off peace
from the grave of our forefathers
You still don't shy
Taking sin of your deeds;
Your cosmetics have killed
many animals
Your bacteria have invaded into our soul
Still you crave for heaven on Earth
You have fiber guns for the grey cells
You have Deep Blue
to lame Garry Kasparov

Man, don't I love you!

ARTFUL WAY

What is that hulk
of Sphinx image
Mercilessly beating
my thoughts deep

How come
Eons peg mammoth time
Keeping an ivory show
tusked into our lost past

Fond memories, lurk
Behind an artifice
An artful way
to beguile our present

UPROOTED SEED

Of those skillful limbs, and
Evolving faces
That eye competence
Maneuvering the air;
Steer a look
of a less ignorant kind

Wisdom flows equivocally
Purporting nothingness
To reason with pretension
A castle into the air

Than
To be with
Who we really are
An abiotic mess
Winning unapproachable stars;
An uprooted seed
From a distant planet

MARGINAL LOSS

My marginal loss
Was a gain
In serendipity of
Getting lost
On my old village road

Taking hold of familiarity
Plucking tomatoes, ladies' fingers
from the farm;
I kept on following
Petrichor of the fragrant soil
Through the golden drops
Of the rising sun

Cool breeze wafting
Cow bells tolling
Azaan and prayers
Village murmur and lazy talk
Turban and sarees
Holding my legs on a fly
As I was gaining my loss

NEED I BE THERE

The night raven
Feeds on longer beak
The fleshy lard of
Invisible whole,
Tit bits of starry skies

Need I be there
To feel the crunchy chomp
of night roll
that guffaw
Thundering the clouds

What penitent I harbour
Skinning the day
Inside my bosom
My atonement came
Flapping through the nights

A BASIC END

I have taken
a low cudgel
To your towering citadel, that
You daily put
An embankment
Around my oceanic fill

My fillets are
nudging
Your shallow means,
How selfish
You put your beauty
to a basic end

I pry into your look
Infront of a dusty mirror
To see your beauty forth
But, alas
Only tattered image formed
Inside the broken glass

WEIGHTLESS MASS

What is this weightless mass, that
Envelop the whole body of faith

As illusion gets stronger of me
I loose my 'self' stronger on to you

While the body bemoan its uselessness
The spirit surges ahead into unknown

Dichotomy that prevails between us both
Nudges a step further into a deeper whole

What is this play enacted for
If for reason I never understood its act

STROKE OF DIFFERENCE

Unconscious for eons
Plexing and flexing
The daily chorus of utilities
In organic and inorganic forms
The growing grass, the big mountains
The flow of rivers, melting lavas
Volcanic ash, the trees;
My dream state

In becoming of my consciousness
I have found you
Delta to my thoughts,
A slight tinge to my grey hairs;
Now, that I have lived so long
I can feel
The stroke of difference; conscious
of my change

PEARL OF YOUR EYES

What is that pearl
That shines through you
Deep down an oceanic eyes
Intoxicating the skies
With sparkling nights
Dancing galaxies whirl
Pipping the clouds
Wafting soft music into the air

VOCE MELIORA - An Alien!

The qeer properties of
every form, expands
Unreasonably
towards its greater size
As I pellet immunity
to an empty metalic glass

Un-presumptuous of
any doubt,
the malleable entity - voce meliora
by any medium of words
becomes alien
giving expression to no thoughts

The tenacity
of observable expressions, stiffens
And falls like
a house of cards
Only the glass remains
Fettered by dimensions, all empty

The more I prefix, a priori
to the meaning of empty glass
by suitable words
The more difficult it becomes;
Propping my judgemental error

Uniqueness expands
in grander look
fixing proprietary, away
from pragmatic look
As I do away with my reason and words
Making glass bigger and bigger

RAINBOW HEART

What legacy
I brace my heart
Love enamoured
It vamper my past

Cosmic grace
Fringes on honesty
Crooning music
Soft to ears

What hue
I tint my heart
All colours scatter
Rainbow through my heart

Delicate peace
Dove drive
A braille touch
To deeper feel

BRAID MY LOVE

A deep well, onus
of deeper depth
Water my thoughts

How well I thought of you
Love upon love
More deeper than ever; yet
You elude me -
Thirsty mirror
To my looking sky

Quench parched lips
of deparved souls
High above the varsity
That,
I have taken a reading
While I was alive
Roping every bucket
of your warmth

A deep thought, sag
In momentous heave
Leaving all bones and bucket
To the braided rope.
Whence, my strength will return

BEAUTY BRAGGER

What is that cosmetics
Opulent of
Red lips, and
Rosy cheeks
The base of tawney owl

Sleep, sleep
O beauty bragger
That roost in
Wider eyes and
Longer beaks

The night have
Visible claws, and
Wider reach
Munitions of finer kind
Spiraling the move

TIME-LOOP

Is all living, quantum
To our stay here
Unseen, invisible

Is that quantum, that
We don't know
foray us
into unknown

Is it, that peg us
To the reality unknown
in dimensions, different

I don't know
How 'time' loops
upon itself
Limited in wisdom, and
Conscious talk of the departed;
A dream clay
that forges my becoming
And, yet ready
to shear time and space
other than its universes

The quantum that is
not Present nor Now

How infinite are
the infinites

CRUCIFIXION

Momentous spur
Galvanize galaxies
With no meaner shoots
As all that twirls and whirls
Throes in utter pain

Next,

The prompting of
Final redemption
Reclaiming, that
Which Is;
The final rejoicing to BE!

WINGED GALAXIES

All in futility
I bawl upon omnibus
volume upon volumes
Frisking pages after pages
The burnt smell of
methodical texts, written
line by line
paragraph by paragraph
Upon a beleaguered silence
Lurking somewhere
Below the rhymes
Down the lines
Feigning verses
with unruly vibes

Though I pervade
My own nackedness
Yet I feel the dark spot
That, pain has left a mark on it
Taking a grip to my soul
Unsure of what is, to BE
And, what not to BE
And yet, 'am fettered upon it
Whirling winged galaxies
Universe by universe
Darker ever darker

TELLING OF EYES

The telling of eyes, eulogize
Those sweet moments
Lost into your loving dreams

No bigger was defeat worthier
Than, that was lost
Inside the citadel of your kohl

All pass comes to a halt
Enervating all my strength
Bonding a mirror into your eyes

All telling salted sweet
A drop from your loving eyes
You were me that wept that night

DEFEATED END

The sight of your loving eyes
Thrust impartiality upon me
The more I shed myself
The more I become you

In repository of your sparkling eyes
I find my loving strength
The sooner I labour my being
I do away my self towards you

Euphoria is in the sight
Governed by unbridled love
The moment I find you
I find myself at defeated end

मैं अपने पिताजी का बेटा हूँ, और बेटी भी

मेरे पिता बड़े अच्छे हैं

उनकी लिखावट भी मुझ से सुन्दर है

मैं ही उनका बेटा हूँ, और बेटी भी

साइकिल की अगली सीट पर बैठाकर

मुझे हर रोज स्कूल पहुँचते थे

जीवन का सैर करवाते थे, बताते थे

बचपन की हर खवाइश को पूरा करते थे

सर्कस क्या, और जादूगर की जादूगिरी क्या

झूला झुलाते थे, आसमान की सैर करवाते थे

अपने लाइब्रेरी में मुझे जगह देते थे

आज़ादी की कहानी और रानी लक्ष्मीबाई

वीरांगना जैसी दंभ भरते थे, सीखाते थे

मेरे पिता बड़े अच्छे हैं

उनके गुस्से में मुझे प्यार झलकता है

मैं ही उनका बेटा हूँ, और बेटी भी

बाज़ार से घर आते वक़्त हाँथ में

मीठास लटकाये हुए आते थे

नए कपड़े, और नए जूते की टाप छिपाये आते थे

मेरे उखड़े मुख को झट से ताड़ लेते थे

माता से सवाल जवाब होता, और

झट से डॉक्टर को बुलावा भिजवाते थे

मेरी लिखावट को, हज़ार अक्षरों से

चार लाईनो वाली लकीर पर हाँथ फिरवाते थे

कभी स्लेट पर, कभी पन्नों पर हिज्जे करवाते थे

मेरे पिता बड़े अच्छे हैं

उनकी लिखावट भी मुझ से सुन्दर है

मैं ही उनका बेटा हूँ, और बेटी भी