अपनापन

अगर कभी ज़ख्मो को
कुरेदने की बात चले
तो मुझे जरूर बुलाना 
क्योंकि दर्द में
सच्चाई झलकती है

महरूम भले हूँ
अपने आप की बेवफाई से
लेकिन जरा सोंचे
की फ़र्ज़
दुआओं से अदा होता है

दुनिया सालती है
गरम साँस लिए
ज़रा दर्द का तखल्लुस
मेरे नाम से कर लेना
की ज़ख्मों में अपनापन होता है

SWEETEST SONG

keep silence

at the door of your heart;

no one knows

by which beat 

it will play

the sweetest song

originating from the deepest pain;

binding a trust 

with my own -

Negating all 

that is outer to me

GALLOP

Unbridled I gallop

the hoof of my pen

to mingle my dreams

into seven clouds 

The ink of which

never dries, sparking

Loftier; the thunder of my will

Where the planets awe, and

Galaxies whirl 

I crave uncharted land 

Where no time veil my thoughts

My proximity have defying means 

Where nothing reigns -

Time or space;

I have my timeless wings 

to charter hills of my heaven

Sans topography of space;

That binds me here

YOUNGER DAYS

How the morning chirp 

Ran into my veins

It winged my skies -

Lapis Lazuli of my heart

How it rooted

Mountaints of joy on me

It shook my soul -

A crown to my heart

How the farmers 

Took tilling their lands

It beget all fertility -

Mother to all breeding 

How the school children

Ran their tiny feet

It spilled my younger days

From their backpacks

ROBOTIC MIX

When I will drain out

my memory in near future

Out of my cerebral cortex - a loss.

I will mingle by blood

with that of a Robotic mix, and

Spark a connection 

with my lost memory 

And walk an Asimo

Serving tea and breakfast

No less than a loving talk in togetherness

To ease my boredom

in a day reverie 

And, clutch

A bonding with you, everlasting;

A filial automata 

To all my fulfilling wishes.

No need of A, T, G and U 

of double Helix, but

A grand unity -

Me, robots and my thoughts 

TO HILT A DREAM

Like a eye

To my great expanse 

The distance comes closing by

The blinded are the dearest ones

To hilt a dream 

In their hands 

ABYSS

It was deeply growing on me

The shadow of my loving past

Accuring nothing to my present

But a full grown skeleton of a tree

Baring all on it's slender branches

The fruits of my sour loving pain 

The peeving wounds flickered down

The spotlight of the dark light

Nothing visible healed me of its forth

A long range of saddening life

Made a dent to the body like a crater

And plunged me deeper into an abyss

BECOMING OF LOVE

The dew of my life, glisten

With four folds eyes

How I not amber the roots

In greenery of thy love 

I seek no pleasure nor joy

But a painful craving

To pine you in my love 

What is wound without a pain 

My birthing sprouts with a cry

Umbelical to your attachment

How innocently I suck the milk

More motherly becoming of my love

TAPPING UNKNOWN

One more fledging 

Got a hold on to my wings;

I never pined an upfront of my body weight

But 

A pace to my flight 

Pressing free of all my attachments

Beyond globular space, and

Running time

Smuggled myself across 

from its boundation

Tapping an unknown whisper

PETAL A LEAF

I hanker nothing

of my reality 

but a trust abounding in love

that 

When I will open my eyes

towards a horizon

All my wishes will take fruits

And, petal a leaf

On my wish fullfilling tree 

BONDING

Pluck, what fancy you

from my palpitating heart; but

Hark! 

Loosen not 

the bonding, that

Gravitated you towards me.

Not every frothing comes with a hiss

Not every beat is mine 

HUMP IN THE AIR

I was feeling

The walking of your

Cracked, worn out feet

Trudging along an old memory 

with a slight stoop -

Stature of short

And, holding my breath

a little 

I neared,

What

No ears could hear, about 

The pain 

That sublimated into outer skies

Giving a hump 

all around the air

BLACKOUT

Ask me not 

What darkness shines on me

Ask me wingless 

What craves me a flight

Ask me not

What color is my wounds

Ask me painfully

What sounds so dreary on me

Ask me not

What bleaches my heart

Ask me colorless 

The blackout of my rainbow

TOGETHERNESS

When the night will be silent

And stillness will approach, wingless;

From that very high wind

Reverberating across the mountain

You will hear 

my sweetest songs -

When I will be no more

to garner your wishes 

in every whisper 

of our togetherness 

O you my Mother

How lovingly, you breathe

Warm affection

to your loving son 

O you my Mother

Your supple arms 

Tenderly 

Unfold parcel of your love

Letting me go

to all my worries

In simplicity

you gain on me 

My strength

Cocooning my golden days

Into future dreams

How uncomplainingly, you bear 

Your pain 

Never ever you show your wailing heart

And, I never find you

Moistening your eyes -

Molding my joy

Out of your suffering

Beating a hunch to your breath

O you my Mother

In simplicity...

FEEL

I will pitch a tent

by your tanned skin

and 

rest a shadow

beside me 

to feel the flow 

inside my bone marrow 

SWEET WHISPER

How you take 

a sweet wishper

by the dead leaves

that rustle pass you

in a silent breeze

of the dark and cool night

Some missing thread 

Broke down, from

the parts of a tree trunk

that weaved 

a nest on it's branches

Chirping day and night 

Now

Trilling its pallid lips

Down the dust

Singing 

Crumpled songs, sweetly;

into the dark air

SECRET

I never knew, how

it revolved -

playing planets to my dreams

but

by being awake

I took to Copernicus

the detailing 

of his secret

रोशनी भार सा प्रतीत होता है

अब विचारों में
जगह नहीं होगी
अस्थि भार सा होगा
संतप्त यह मन

कटे पंख -
विहंगों की उदासीनता
खुले आकाश को
उदासियों में लिपटेगी

बेताबी 'नज़रों की नहीं है यहाँ  -
अविरल उनसे है
जिसकी आहट की टोह में
रोशनी भार सा प्रतीत होता है 

SOVEREIGNTY

All whiskers
of night skies
Prowl stealthily
Shaping beauty to my dreams
My birthplace -
A spell in the dark

What an eye give back to half moon
I could give multiple
by my sweet dreams

All pawing
in the air
Graze upon the dark spaces
Munching shades of the gloom
My right -
A surfeit to my satiety

What fear can do with death
I can swish sword
An Excalibur to my sovereignty 

ABSOLVE MY SIN

What peeling, should I give
to my silent bud
No new light comes
to open up the space

Engrossed in utter waste
I stear my invisible bloom
What comes nought in stilled time
to that recess I deepen my darkness

I have purged, the conditioning
of the seasoned voices
that lure momentarily
the opening of petals, the rustle of dead leaves

What peeling, nudged my head
to nod a favour from me.
I have nixed all abounding
to absolve my sin

का बोली

अब हम का बोली
बोलत नइखे जाए

एक ऐसा बन्दिश तनअ
की गंगा हिलोर मारे
सुनौली याद के सपना बौछार करअ 

की मतलब बानी, अगर
तारेगना का आकाश ना होल
कुँवर सिंह का बलिदान नइखे होल

बिहरिया के शान की खातिर
हृदय अर्पण कर द
इक लौ को जगह दे द

की मतलब बानी, अगर
छठी मईया का तेज़ ना  हो
बिदेसिया का गान ना हो

हमरे पास चम्पारण का औज़ार बा
गांधीजी के पद का एहसास बा
सत्याग्रही का फौलाद बा

की मतलब बानी, अगर
कशीदगी का पटना कलाम न हो
खुदाबक्श का पुस्तकालय न हो

लेखनी का भरमार बा
प्रथम राष्ट्रपति जनमौले बानी
अशोक के गद्दी बा

की मतलब बानी, अगर
विद्यापति का सार न हो
दिनकर का वार न हो

अब हम का बोली
इह पटनाईया का बोल बा