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