Tuesday, February 20, 2018

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 

Monday, February 19, 2018

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 

Thursday, February 15, 2018

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