BIRTH ANEW

Buy some lovely dreams
for those stony eyes
Warming inside the mound; 
that the war has ended long

Buy some clinks
for those widowed hands
Flickering a hope;
that the agonies have ended long

Buy some smiles
for those parched lips
Wishpering soft hymns;
that the bells are ringging on spires

Buy some humble glance
on those wrinkle cheeks
telling ages of her sons;
that cries a birth anew

WOEFUL EYES

Must not we draw
a simple art
to fading eyes
pervading all attention

Poverty needs
bare breast
and cracked feet
to own their tears in pain

Let us not rush
In pedantic overflow
Heeding none
To sell our pen with an ink

Let us not sting
Prodding our knowledge
Spurring moments
Have but one chance to loose

Must not we entourage
Our sweet thoughts
to gain an understanding
into those woeful eyes

HEED THAT I AM YOU

Wet your thoughts
Wet your eyes dear
Very lonesome
My heart
Takes a trough out of you

I wipe my tears
Folding sides of my spectacle
Warm from my heart
Heed your tenderness doesn't stray
Heed that I am you

Take a flowery bunch
Ripe my pulpy heart sweet
Hum a song like a bee to me
I bloom a moments bloom
Where the season lasts onto the next

Wet, wet your dreams dear
Bloom as Jasmine white to me
A silver in the night
Spreading fragrance to the skies
Where solo my heart swells like a moon

Some enduring nights befalls
Some earn moments frisk away unknown
On some high hills
Lasting its last
Heed that I am you

FILLING THE GAP

In credulity
My weakness has been used

Repealed many a times
I fail in my attempt

Formless monster I perceive
Attired in black

Immedicable plague swarm
Basking in turgid smell

And, Obeying eyes
Fillling the gap in death

NAMELESS

It pecks me a naught
Wherever I stroke my beak
Into your unfathomable expanse

My pallid waxen face
Melts as bloodless
Into your deeper glow

Weak on all fours
Directions erode my existence
As I trudge my boulder feet

How I honor these bones
Whose labour is lost
In piles of stones

Hide my relics
From the stary skies, above
That has wrought a life in pains

What I count as womb of earth
and head of a sky;
Bereave me pecking nameless

BROTHERS AND SISTERS

Grump not my loving brothers and sisters
Grump not your face down
Let me put my head
on your knees
propping my chin;
Darting smiles on your lips

Let hands come up
from the sand
In this deeper storm
Let an oasis rejuvinate
Pallor on your face
Grump not my loving  brethren and sistren
Grump not your face down

BUY A CURSE

Speak up spelling
Apple, mango and pineapple
to a hungry man;
Less crazy will be your eyes
than his
Wailing understanding better than yours

Voice your thoughts
Past, present and future
to a decrepit man;
Less true will be your tongue
than his
Pointing his walking stick

Count the grains
Rich harvest of farming man
With toil dearly bought;
Less shine will hold upon your fair skin
Than his
Buying you a marrow curse

PLAY THE MUSIC SOFT

Play the music soft
For my car and ears
Plugging in pen drive;
Speeding miles have
Long roads to go

Shoot a new growth
On rugged and rocky path
With peaceful glance;
Trekking wheels have
Worn tyres screeching thin

Croon a warbler song
Trilling and tweeting
Whistling my ears;
Life has shorter stations
That fuels on time

Play the music soft
For my car and ears
Sliding the mirror down;
Hear the nature’s voice
Breathing fresh air fine

BRIDAL BLOOM

While the legs are my outward shoots
The head my root;
Such of an upturn, then
Why not glory the Sun

While the heart pumps the running blood
The veins are my capillary path;
Such of an iron will, then
Why not supple our loving heart

While the earth revolves smiling a tilt
The seasons sway with the moods;
Such of our colourful time
Why not cloak our bridal bloom

FREEDOM HAVE UPPER WINGS

Shadow stick by the solid walls, as
my body flies free in my own house

Some unseen nocturnal images, pilot
my gross; outsizing my lighter weight

All four walls, confine my space
yet I gravitate unattached to my shadow

A bigger wing swoops-in the broken window
Pouncing the shadow with dark blood

Walls are no walls, only layered dark;
Freedom have upper wings rocketing skies

DAD

Peep a window
for me, dad
Open the sky gate for me

Lately I have missed an image of you
O my loving dad
in between those clouds, blackish there

My voice falls
by your heights
and can't get to you through

Get me your hands;
a finger touch
to my golden days

Come, come by your stern smile
mustache overgrown;
I have kept my homework done

Peep a window
for me, O dad;
As tears streak my face

FOUL BREATH

A rough outer wind
With a broad roguish smile
Crossing the window pane
Looked askance at my face, and
In disbelieve
Pouted a unique look
At my becoming unaffected
By any sway of lies and falsehood
Rampant in the air

Without air and unpretentiousness
I kept secure
My bounty of innocence and
Inner truth, smiling; and
Let that ugly wind pass away
Gyrating and wriggling
With a pale look, crying
unrepentant in the air
for its foul breath

Bamiyan, Babri and Bareri

Images that was balm
of yesteryears
in the form of respects;
Now roost with an uneasy calm
into the howling nights
breeding propaganda, fear and rape

A bad time comes
with an iconoclasm
breaking Bamiyan, Babri and Bareri
History lurch with a lame leg
crutching torn morality
bleeding humanity

fanatics are obsessed with
blood, bile and fumes
Sane has gone for a gush
into the purgatory of hell

O Maa, I have lost my voice!

I mirror your divinity
gleaming into my eyes
As I do mascara and kohl
to my eyes

I paint your beauty
into my image
As I dance my steps
A trance onto you

I search your form
stretching my fingers
As I hold vastness
Into my hands

I am an orphan
cursed with a voice
Lull me to sleep
dreaming beauty into skies

O Maa, embody my 'self'
manifesting your divinity
I am no man
As I have lost my voice

VIOLENT SURGE

Whose voice sledge down
the vocal chord
A wild babbling
Breaks forth
from an ocean cliff

Whose skin
I shed
In every cycle of my birth
Moulting
every inexplicable moments

Whose lessons
I breath to live, and
depart
with my every tomb

Whose hands
keeps a flail
threshing the earthy grain
from the dried husk

The quandary
I found myself into, was
an opening of my vocal chord
Taking alignment
To my violent surge

SILENT EARTHQUAKE

They would feel the level of water
leveling on their heads
and, see with defiance
the speck of life, floating the surface; yet dead
in the dark, afar

They load their thoughts
with their familial things
and, plunge with a splash
for the last adieu
with the sound of a silent earthquake

DARK PICNIC

You came to me
by pretence of your tagging
with full mouth wisdom and foretelling
And
Disappeared like a hog
Castrated from the middle;
Leaving a grin
Hanging in the air
Taking loads of hampers
For the dark picnic, somewhere
To the receding tides

रौनक

आंसुओं में यह नमी कैसी
यादों में ढलती जाती है;
और किस बहाने से
खता माफ़ करोगे
क्या कभी मैंने शिकस्त खायी है

ढूंढता हूँ अपने आप को
लबरेज़, तनहा मन से;
क्या इस मज़ारे-हूनर का तकियाकलाम
मेरे आँखों में
तैयार कर रखा है

शिकायतें यूँ भी
बाबस्ता कम नहीं थीं मेरी
बस उनके याद का थोड़ा बहाना था;
कमबख्त अपने आंसुओं से ज्यादा
उनके ख्याल पर रोना आया

अपने आप का दुलारा हूँ मैं
वरना कौन सी जल्दी थी
उस ख्वाब से लिपट जाने की;
गिनतियाँ मैं भी जानता था कभी
हिस्से के दो दो लब्ज़ ओंठों पर चिपकते थे कभी
अब रौनक, मुस्कराहट से ज्यादा आंसुओं में नज़र आती है

दर्शन के शाम

पिला दो साकी
एक जाम
मैखाने का

मन लगता नहीं
अब इस जहाँ में
कहीं ले चल दूर अपरम्पार

कर दे बेदार
की हर पानी
हो जाये शराब

इस उफनती दुनिया से
ले चल उस पार
की जमीं पर जमते नहीं अब पाऊँ

पिला दो साकी
एक जाम
दर्शन के ये शाम

TO KEEP AN EYE

Inverter keeps an eye
On the fainting electric current
Sitting on a concrete slab

The moment the power drops unconsciously
It fulfils the charge
With an auto button

Falcons are roving the skies
Keeping an eye on the flesh
On the living carcass of earth

FREE PASSPORT

Let hearts run, by
Free passport, that
had kept all countries apart

Dote love not with hatred veil
The shadows of fair things
But with a loving feed

Let frozen hearts, melt
With lust mortified
Breaking borders with a free pass

Shine on love, that
Keeps light
Deep into our hearts

Let faith keep
A tireless servant
Leaving an end in God

Hearken the song forlorn
breathing my torn heart
Get me in, without visa and pass

DARK PICNIC

You came to me
by pretence of your tagging
with full mouth wisdom and foretelling
And
Disappeared like a hog
Castrated from the middle;
Leaving a grin
Hanging in the air
Taking loads of hampers
For the dark picnic, somewhere
To the receding tides

SILENT EARTHQUAKE

They would feel the level of water
leveling on their head
and, see with defiance
the speck of life, floating the surface; yet dead
in the dark, afar

They load their thoughts
with their familial things
and, plunge with a splash
for the last adieu
with the sound of a silent earthquake

वीर गीत

प्रत्यंच चढ़ा, और भेद गगन को सौर्य भाल पर खींच दे वीर लकीर धार चढ़ा, और साध ज्ञान - ध्यान को शरमा जाये अनल भी देख यह तेज़ प्रचण्ड कर भूजा फौलाद का बांधकर शूर मूल पटल धरा पर न्योछावर कर दे प्राण धन्य, धन्य हों माँ के वीर सपूत जिसने दिया वंश, और कण, कण में वीर गीत

रास्तों के दाग

रास्तों पर ये दाग कैसा
जरूर किसी ने पैरों को
खामोसी से मसला होगा

पैबन्द है जर्रा जर्रा
ख़ामोशी के नशे में, वर्ना
आह भी तो आवाज़ देती

काबिल है दस्तूर यहाँ का
पथराई नज़रों से
आसमान भी ठगता है

रास्तों पर ये दाग कैसा
ज़रूर दीन के ख्वाब जैसा
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