Love ..

your love is essential
to keep intact the grains of sand
that build my castle of life..
keep moist it with your love,
let not the wind wear it away ..

..

i don't care the waves washing it away
wanting us to feel insignificant,
but i know we will be intangible(to it),
(perhaps) 'will tear away
(but) with a promise to be together
always .. forever .

do-teen aaftaab

hawa ke parde
jab khidkiyon par
lehrate hain,
teri yaad kuch hisse
dhoop me
rang jate hain,
khali deewaron par
do teen aaftaab bhi
mil jate hain..

jarurat nahi mujhe ab
kisi charag ki,
tere surur me
ye mere syaah kamre,ab
roshni me
pighal jate hain!

loving someone

I think I am in love,
feeling it, gushing through the
faucets of my heart ..
yet, hesitating to admit it,
for the sake of my plausible tomorrow
devoid of further heart breaks ..

my mind chuckles often,
sifts my logic,
pans my view ..
puts bumps on the way to slow down my heart-steed ..

a bit puzzled
now i am
..

to say some one 'i Love you'
and hearing same words
soothe ..

but also
it subdues the pragmatic me sometimes ..

now,
on the lookout to those realms
where the domain of
my feelings and my pragmatism
overlap ..

somehow
i know, may be by instinct
or on a hunch,
that i shall not fail ..

...

Snakes

i wish
i could chase your name
slithering
on sand (of time) ..

as my ears had turned deaf,
as i expanded my hood
you stung me..

we used to hiss our songs,
that you can now forget
as poison pollutes memories ..

'am half asleep now,
and you coiled again
watching me uttering
the words that got limping on the way ..

you waiting, for what .. ?

It seems my lips are still red ..

Quickie

our silence merged,
entangled eyelashes ..
a soft bite on your either earlobe,
and then i brushed my lips
onto your nape ..
and ..

passionate, wasn't that ?

and in that short ticking of time,
i leapt millions of emotions ..

wondering
when our fate will merge into each other ..
and when we will lip-lock our commitment ..

a ring will do,
some chants will do ..
and some later years will surely do ..

oh, i've got tired of these 'quickie' ..

Hold ..

dangle with me like a drop of dew
on a thread of web ..
and when the sun will be yellow
we will vanish into each other ..
invisible we will be,
far from anyone's gaze,
in a dual solitude,
knitting some clandestine silences ..

can i hold you in my palm ?

Firaaq ..

Roshnii ud rahi thii sadakon par kandilon se tangii huyi ..
kaarwaan badh raha tha azal se azal tak,
thake huye qadam the shayad
shukr hai ki girne se pehle hi tere Deed ke Saray aaye ..


beete jo lamhe to humne jaana firaaq ne kis falak par pahuncha diya,
apni turbat ko nasseb mitti par jo tere lams mile the shayad,
zinda hun teri ummeed me, ab to yakin hai zameen pe hii nazar mujhe Arsh aaye ..

ye Nagma mera hai khoobsurat, paak, apne ishq ke maanind
karun ab ibtidaa apna khayal, jehen me jo aaye to bas tera hi khayal aaye
yaa Rab, abke jo palatun apnii saanson ki kitaab ko,
to utre jo lab pe to bas 'Tera' hi qalaam aaye ..

Bas Yun Hi

Dhadkan ke aage bhi ek ehsaas hai ..
tu Dur hoke bhi kitna paas hai ..

lakeeron me sambhal ke rakhta hun,
anjaane rishton me bhi koi aawaj hai .. ..

Dil se kaise jude huye hain kai Dil,
sochta hun, puchhta hun, shayad koi jawaab hai ..

Dhadkan ke aage bhi ek ehsaas hai
tu Dur hoke bhi kitna paas hai
..


"regujar me raasta dikhta hai,
raahon me saathii koi .. "

Dream ..

in the niche of sleep,
lets place ourselves ..

me, a crescent darkness, tempting ..
you, an ivory hued lap, fondling ..

carve out a world of dream for me ..

Pigments

your kisses are still 'green' on my lips,
so are my blues

i am, here, shuffling hues ...
waiting for another 'pink' blush

drop !

eye blinks,
a tear drop drips,
tries to jump on my palm ..

it evaporated in the half-way

was it your heat in closure of mine

or

was my heart burning for the distant you ?

Dariyaa ..

koi Dariyaa tarasho meri is jameen pe,
ke aaj beh nikalne ka man kiya hai ...

pighlaa to chuka hun apne wajud ko
par kya wasl-e-yar ho paayega ..
kya do jism ek rooh ho paayenge ...

hawaon ka isharaa kya kehta hai ?
kis simt chaloon mai ab ?

Iconoclast

blast me O Iconoclast
explode the core me,
i've got tired in my hollowed shrine,
amid my petrified nuiances,
pebbled glances and chafed touches ..

blast my inner O Iconoclast,
abrase those sillouthee
that occupy a lucidity hung invisbly in the milieu ..

inject the thunder in me,
cracks are treading its way into me,
let the air entraped in my voids loose

smash, crump me ..
shatter me into pieces of varying volumes

Chronological ..

chronological ..
some years back ..

remembering you,
may be you are present in there, within my memories
or just cause a pain
in the rear of my head
of being absent ..


today ..

morning was as sunny as was on that day ..
and may be the night will also hum its song,
wondering what semblance was there in us !!

perhaps you were a superstition
reforming each year
yet in an unchanged way ..

or just a myth,
a tale that i always wanted to tell
to my heart ..

..



fishing the moments
out of the sea of time ..
got some crabs also,
- crablike memories of yours -
each time when a bit of it pops up,
other pulls back it ..
but believe me, i am glad now ..



.. dribbling my words ..

Mirages !

behold the horizons
for impending summers ..
there lies a sun
draped in golden curtains,
cheering with the birds
claiming for the sky,
and the rivers, oceans
where he could melt his aura ..

Afternoon calls anyways,
a blindness will shimmer
on the roadways
speeding up my vehicle,
will you show up like a mirage
or a path going underneath my existense ?

meanwhile
i will bleed for you,
will run in drains,
blotched on shirts,
unwashed, blemished ..

i am just sat feeling
nameless
carving some poetry on my Tabula Rasa ..

Uprising Ivies ..

what if ...
one fine morning,
with a dulcet dawn, amid the velvet breeze ..
after a toothbrush smile to my mirror,
trying to sip the news with my coffee..
then came across a Headline or
perhaps in a short snippet on the 13th page of my newspaper
got the news
'an identity of mine has rightfully placed its mark'

seeing the chains broken,
claiming that now i can get rid of the uprising ivies of my hidden roots,
of those dusky branches, of those false fruits

alas, i will see then
all the strings that we call relations, friendship etc. breaking
or at least
weakening by this sudden uproar of
this newest wave ??

perhaps, then,
after a cold shower .. and putting my clothes over
i will choose which shoes to wear ...

will they understand me,
or if they could ever draw my realizations in their hearts, in their minds ?
will i be successful making my loved ones to stand by me
or ... ??

don't know, can't say ..
which footsteps i will embark upon
those, the new ones, with the new laces, with the new shape
or the old ones, which, now or then cut my toes

Poem !

its a mild poem,
feeble yet stern ..
shredded yet evinced ..
embossed with immense emotions

it shines in dark
when your light lingers upon it

pluck these words with a smile ..

wonderments

sometimes I wonder
who is 'You' in my writes ..

is it me, the First person,
referring when i catch my reflections
in the framed silver ?

or is it that body who is stood
before my eyes,
flinching its shadow
from the undulations of my heart ?

or is it the Third person
speaking, however, of stories
of the untimely union ?

sometimes I wonder ..

a-mused

a-mused
..

world asks -
who is the muse of your lyrics,
of your songs,
of your words ?

Oh,
yesterday
I told them ..

Funnily
a part of my world fell apart ..

I had told them -
I am no narcissus ..
but I see the reflection
of someone who is 'same'
as I am ...

They contemplated -
you are amusingly a-mused ..

"amusingly a-mused" !! Am I ??

Involvements ..

amid
smiley Kisses,
Love IMvironments
and e-hugs ..
please let me feel your word ..

let me Utter the tale
of our involvements
to my heart ..

i cant measure the miles
that part you and me ..
i just want to walk on those
unheard streets,
with my eyes open
that hesitantly blink
each second with the fear of
loosing track of you ..

my Fall
entangles with yours ..
we are like bird's feather
we will not crash on the ground of concrete reality,
but surely 'will thunder the earth
with our lightness ..

so,
amid
e-Kisses,
Love IMvironments
and smiley Hugs ..
please let me feel your world ..

Khwaab ..

bhatakti palakon ne jaise koi khawaab thama ho ...

" aaj fir
teri palakon ko jab chuma,
to ek katra
tere gaal pe gira ..
teri palal ka ek baal ..

kaho to
use lekar
apni muthhi me band karke
tujhe maang lun .. "

kaash .. ye futkar me
jo khwahishen maangi hain ..
mere haatho me kabhi aakar gire
tera lams ban ke ..

kaash !!

Coin ..

They noticed it yesterday
when he forgot to place his obverse
on his rightful face ..

They told him -
without it he cannot trade his years,
his enclosure to this world ..

They shouted - Encore!

lastly he tossed ..

( story unfinished )

Oh, I am no damn coin !!!

Gumshuda Khayaal !

abhi abhi ek khayal ke gumshuda hone ki khabar aayi hai,
kahin tere chehre pe bikhre kakulone me to nahi chhupa hai ..
ya fir in ranj-o-gham ki duniya se bekhabar aankhon me panaah li hai ?
tere surkh hothon ke pare bhi dekhna hoga ...
tere haathon ke lams me shayad uskii milne ki gunzaaish hogii ..

terii khuli kitaab ke us panne me shayad muda hua ho ..
ya fir khidkii ke parde ki salwaton me luka-chupi kar raha ho,

kahin to hoga
yahin kahin ..
benoor raat ki aayad me sitaaron ki ungali chhod ke bhaag aaya tha ..

dopahar ho gayii
par ab tak koii khabar nahii
shaam bhi nazdiik hai
aur har gali ke kiwaad bhi band hone lage hain in sard raaton me ..

na jaane
kis haal me, kahan hoga ..

..

kuch der pehle kuch aansunon ke rapat likhwaayi hai ..
'khayal' ka wo nanha sa shareer
tere dil ki mitti me dafan mila hai ..

tu kaatil kab se ho gaya ?

Hoodwinked

"a smile beamed
on a bead of tear"
...

bemused me,
i possess both ...
a tear dangling,
and my beaut lips curving ...

pondering me,
what have i done ?

i've mistakenly bitten
the fruit of
SmilesOfSorrow


... !!!

Chaand sa Chehra - 2

.. Ek aur shab bikhrii thi aasman pe chand peher pehle,
taakte rahe the saare aaftaab mere riste dard ko ..
pichhlii shaam hi apna Sooraj sharm se laal ho gaya tha,
kya humne koi khata ki thi jo be-parda mile the ..

kaise jii paunga ab ye 'jurm' karke,
kitnii saari baatein ud rahii hongi apne ghar ki galiyon me ..

tumne kabhi mujhe aasman ki misaal di thi ..


aur aaj .. soch raha hun
kaisaa aasma hun main,
aakhein neeche jhukaaye huye,
peshani pe apni hazaron sawalon ka bojh liye ..

kaisa aasma hun main
jo aaj apne Chaand ko chhod aaya hun
is Seher kii aag me jalne ke liye ...

Chaand sa Chehra - 1

Muflisii me guzarii ek raat maine ..

Chaand ko sikka samajhkar
pakadne ko hua ...

Haath me aaya to bas
tera chehraa ..

ek Shafaaq, khoobsurat chehraa ..

" ek chhote se dar ne abhi abhi pannah le is dil me,
kahin mere chaand me koi daag na pad jaaye " ...

Goodbye !

...

and now i am gone,
disappeared from this distorted ellipsoid ..
and now i inflame myself
in the agonies of thy eyes ..
under this chamelion sky,
i now go ashen, earthen ..
i now bury my deaths,
i now make a pyre of my lives,
just a blink far
and now i am gone,
disappeared from this continuum ..

i was then,
just an iota of complex numbers,
adding and multiplying my realities
for further complexity ..

and now
i am gone ..

..

hold on,
i am not gone in literal sense ..
i still have heartbeats for coming decades,
i will still respire for another fortnights ..
hold on, can you feel my pulse ?

!

Zindagii ke Panne ..

"Panno pe zindagii,
ya Zindagii ke panne ...

koi zild kar do in panno ko
jispe maine apne kisse likhe hain,
kuch afsaane, kuch dard ke hisse likhe hain ..
chahta hun ki duniya ki nazarein bhi pade ispe,
unke aansun, dard, khushiya sang jiye iske ..

par Zindagii ke panne,
khaalii khaalii se hain,
ispe koi aisee syahii hai, jo dikhti nahi hai ..
faad kar jalata rehta hun purane ho chuke
zard panno ko ..
par hamesha kuch naye paata hun,
khaali panne, na dikhne walii syahii ke saath ..

naye to lagte hain,
par 'zard' hain ye shayad ..
pata nahi kis kaarkhaane se bankar aate hain ye ..
pata nahi ..!! "

written words often disappear ..

written words often disappear,
typed ones might not reach you ..
so i'll not write you anymore,
'll not post anything to you ..

on the other hand,
apart from my lame excuses,
and dumb silences,
i'll want you blindly
but i'll not write a word to you,
neither will type a sentence to you ..

on the other road,
apart from my unwordly noises,
and winced gestures,
I'll want you openly
and not behind a shrub ..
but i'll not type a letter to you ..

..
written words often get distorted,
what if they get crushed by some jealous eyes,
or maligned by some muddy hearts ..
those parchment may get blotted,
blemished by the screams of our neighbours ..
so i'll not write you anymore,
'll not e-mail any sentence to you ..

written words often disappear ..

dastkaarii !

Aye Dastkaar ..
ye tune kaisee tasveer banayii hai ..
do mor ek dusre ke saamne khade kar diye hain,
unke peeche waadian khubsurat ukaerii hain ..
ek dariyaa tarashaa hai,
kuch parwaaz bikherein hain neele aasma me ..
.. ... ..

wo kaun sa waqt hai,
wo kauh sii ghadi,
jis pal
tere is hunar ko
Teri Qaynaat me pehchaan milegii ?

breakfast

last night
a cluster of questions
were wriggling in my mind ...

me,
with an unbound sleep
was caressing my dreams
who got nightmares !!

in the breakfast
a bowlful of life and
I aint got no chopstick !!

Tum Miloge to Naa..

.. kis kahanii ki dariyaadili hai
jo hum, harf-dar-harf,
kadi-dar-kadi
khote chale jaa rahe hain ...

is kisse ke aakhir me tum
miloge to naa ..!!!


.. ek shazar ke aad me
ek raasta tanha chala ja raha hai,
kadam-dar-kadam,
saans-dar-saans
mai chala jaa raha hun ..

aage kisi mod pe muntazir tum
miloge to naa .. !!

.. doobti kashti is faani zindagii ki,
surakh-dar-surakh,
lamha-dar-lamha
jaaya huaa ja raha hun ..

kisi gehrayi pe koi gauhar me tum
miloge to naa .. !!

cobweb ..

... when i had spun that 'touch',

it was not at my fingertips ..
neither it dwelt onto my palms,
often i scrolled down my eyes
and lit a bonfire of lust ...
...

it was not at my fingertips ..

my heart-bird sang a song,
onto the morning zephyr of your dawn ...
i colored my rainbow then,
when i put a drop of water
in the way of your light ..

.. it was not at my heels
when i had tip-toed for you
on some darker paths ..

often i scrolled down my eyes
and lit a jungle of lust ..

do one thing for me,
will you ?
at the end of the ebony hours,
fall from the skies for me,
shed your feathers,
sprawl, jump onto the earthen me ..

i have spun a 'touch' ...

surprise ..

set me ablaze in your sensual kisses ..
spark my eyes with your dreams ..
crush me tenderly in those cravings ...
surprise me !!!

moments !

a waft of your tender kiss,
a whisper of my sensual desires ...
a moonlit road
an amber sky
a brightness of your dawn
a touch of sweet incense
a rhythm of our heartbeats
a slight shudder
..

and then
we singed our songs,
sparked our rhymes ..

some moments are highly inflammable !!!

relocation

.. relocation !!!
ripples daunt me often
as i descend slowly
and touch the bed ...

either in deep
or ...
shallow waters
i feel subdued ...

...


now, i am thinking
to move to the oceans ...
have read that i won't drown there ...

..

what about creating waves here... ?

silenced yards

.. as the dew drop cringes onto the grass blade in a closure to the sun, as the fragrance lifts up, by and by, brims with the moments unshaken; it will be, perhaps, the right minute to step onto some silenced yards ...

.. will u mingle with me in the dust, will u rustle with me like broken leaves slipping ?

... the air is getting thinner.