फासलें

फासलें तब भी थे
और अब भी हैं
वही चीज़ लावारिस सी
कभी हमारी भी थी
और कभी तुम्हारी भी
हालात ऐसे ढल गए
ना वो फ़लक के पार
न हलक के नीचे
ऐसी हीं थी कसमकस
जब तुम भी थे साथ
और हम भी थे पास

BEAM THE WORLD

When the Sun has nor risen yet
And the dawn is still far away
Let us weave with golden thread
The orb of our morning glory
The night's dark blue ink has
Given us the silver clouds pages
To carve our cherished dreams
One flip to ooze our love
The next to care our passion

When Moon is smiling the lips
And angels are guarding the sky
Let us do ourselves with wings
The wait of our morning beam
The lights of the have blinds
And the sight for the stone ages
To carve future for the born cry
One hand to supple our love
The other to beam the World!

DO SOME LIGHT

Very Earth
A patient bed
An oxygen cylinder
Lining the stratosphere
Marking last, the
Thin of life
And sure death
Beyond above

Earthy life
A bluff of momentary respite
Inhaling day
Exhaling every night

How much air
Can we carry
Ballooning rucksack, but
Only
Few Astronauts

Very breath
A Kaleidoscope
A mirror and all broken pieces

Open the window of the Hospital
Let new breeze come inside
Let new Sun do some light!

NEEDLE

Not to stitch, and
That needle, gave so much of broken moments
Palling patch in turgid pain, and
Blisters to my soul, blustered
To my indefinite rant

Hey you!
Can’t thee listen to me.

Oh, why can’t I see not, that
You are so deaf and dumb!

SILENT DEPOT

Speak not

Those of this Earth

Buried under the empire

No Alexander, Nor Ashoka

Could conquer death

By dint of their strength

Just muffle me soft

In glory of an end

Calm and quiet

Truth belongs to all:

Every sway tells a story

Every breath depot in silence

ROSY CHILD

A rosy cheek child
In body and mind
Beaming with joy
Beholding an aura
In sweet delight,
Hugging the thoughts
In carefree mood
Came running in
Juggling with smiles
Escalating wonder
Amidst the groves of
Grapes and vines
Fruits and flowers
Along the branches,
Sky-trees and dwarf-shrubs;
Littered across the moors
Sensing an accord
With nature bliss
Wherever he went
Tucking one leg inside
The other darting the air
So, I too was, left
With no choice, but
To put up my hands
Synchronizing his ways

SWEET SMILE

No corner I left unturned

Sipping your sweet smile

Belonging this cool breeze

In all dearly moments galore;

Thine own, cruise me beyond

My cemetery of four walls

Neither I grumble, nor

I take to my sitting pose;

Every pore I switch, only

In loving face I count your love;

Orchestrate an eternal music

Beating my heart to thy melody soft

Let no remains of my own grudge

The plaster to thy dressing form

Come along, come by thy smile soft!