Category: Poems

अकेलापन

मादकता का एहसास
देने लगा है अकेलापन,

तरन्नुम में सुबह को उठता हूँ,
दिन भर अपनी धुन में रहता हूँ,
रात को मदहोशी में सो जाता हूँ,

बेखौफियत आ गयी है मिज़ाज़ में,
भभकिया नज़र आती है धमकियों में,
बंधा नही हूँ किसी ज़िम्मेदारी में,

ख्याल अपना रखता हूँ,
अपने से ज़्यादा परिवार का सोचता हूँ,
समाज और देश के लिए चिंतिंत रहता हूँ,

क्योंकि स्वार्थ नही रहा जीवन में,
करता हूँ शौक पूरे आपने,
ध्यान इसका रखता हूँ,
कोई परेशान न हो मेरे अकेलेपन से,

बस यही समस्या समाज की है,
कोई खुद में खुश क्यों है ?
हमने जो रास्ता चुना,
तुम उस से अलग क्यों है ?

मेरा घर, मेरा मायका

आज जब धूप की चोंध से आंख खुली,
घर फैला देख सुकून की अनुभूती हुई,

कोई चीज़ ढूंढने की ज़रूरत नही थी,
सब बाहर ही बिखरी पड़ी थी,

शांति के सुरूर में खोया हुआ,
सप्ताहांत आनंदमय रहा,

तभी पिताजी का फोन आया,
हमने तरन्नुम में कॉल उठाया,

उन्होंने अपने आने की सूचना दी,
तूफान से पहले की शांति भंग हुई,

दीवार पर भागती छिपकली को देखा,
आने वाले चक्रवात का हुआ अंदेशा,

मकड़ियों से माफी मांगनी पड़ी,
जब उनके जालो पर झाड़ू रूपी बुलडोज़र चलाई,

किचन में भी खूब कोलाहल मचाया,
काफी चीज़ों को खाद में बदला पाया,

बाथरूम, बेसिन, चादर सब धो डाला,
साफ घर मुझको भी रास आया,

आखिर माता पिताजी पधारे,
खुशी में हमने व्यंजन पका डाले,

उनके पैमानों पर घर खरा न उतरा,
हमारी मेहनत पर पानी फिर गया,

सब जन्तुओ का बलिदान व्यर्थ गया,
जब सुदूर कोनो में भी मैल ढूंढा गया,

पंखे को लेकर बहूत बवाल हुआ,
वो भी साफ होता है ये तभी ज्ञात हुआ,

माँ के पकवान और पिता के प्रवचन में,
न जाने कब दस दिन निकल गए,

आखिर उनके जाने की बेला आयी,
छुपा हुआ सामान निकाल कर आज़ादी मनायी,

ये स्वतंत्रता ने भी गजब ढहा,
जब माता पिता सास ससुर,
और गृहनगर ससुराल लगने लगा ।

Love, digital

Hey, Hi

Conversation began,
With joy & expectation,
Extending to late nights,
But it was never enough,

Ping giving goosebumps,
Texts turning to love letter,
Blushing during calls,
Mobile is new identity,

From their’s becoming ours,
Seeking opinion in tiny matters,
To reminding each other’s routine,
It felt like eternal connection,

Finally meeting was planned,
Venue was deliberated,
One accounted likes,
And dislikes of another,

Still it gave jitters,
Butterflies in stomach,
Conscious about attire,
An anxious demeanor,

But first look humanised,
The robotic image,
Pictures paled before reality,
Pings are now chatters,

Scared to initiate,
It was like connecting,
For the first time,
Starting all over again.

Tirade & Triumph

There is no love
There are no feelings
There is lack of emotions,

World is like a machine
Running day and night
On sweat and blood
It gets clogged
With an ounce of tenderness

Keep moving on
With head held high
Heart at right place
But don’t expect
Reciprocity
From anyone
If you give an opening
They will bore a hole

We come alone
And die alone
Alone is our identity
People will come and go
Teach a lesson here and there
You will fall, cry & loose hope
But rebound
That’s the greatest trait
Rebound with bang
Let your enemies hear
Trumpets of success
Read your headlines

Bar

Forms a soothing aroma
combining odours of
puke, fart, sweat, smoke, burp,
lastly alochol…

Have array of emotions consisting of
confessions, praises, ridicules, promises, outbursts, laughter, tears…

Creates own genre of music
electric beats with rap of cuss words…

Has a menu
fusing best with best
and worst with worst
of cuisines world over…

A melange of
burial ground of past on one hand
foundation of bright future on the other…

A Temple of spirituality
giving insights into inner self
touching soul of oneself and others…

Removing difference of
caste, color, region, religion, race…

A place which bonds by clink of glasses
forming eternal brotherhood of spirit.

24 Hours

With just 24 hours to breathe
I feel lucky
atleast I know the time of death,
It had to come sometime
better to know when,

But there are so many things left to do,
reading, travelling, finding true love
and the list goes on….
Let it be,
They are undone for some reason,

However I should propose now
to my eternal crush,
What else would be the right moment,
One thing will be off my soul,

I should keep the time to myself,
otherwise the sympathy will kill the mood,
Let’s enjoy this time with whatever I have,

First I should thank life,
for all the good things
and bad too,
as they made other things look good,

Since there was no time to garner wealth,
Let’s donate my body for someone needy,

Now I wanna dance
with my favourite music in my ears,
Oh there is too much on the playlist for 24 hours,

Let’s end with the taste of my favorite food
lurking on my tongue,
Something to remember from this life,

I will try smoking too,
because what can cancer do now,
So we may also go for pot and get high,

I will get sloshed now,
Before the final call,
It may reduce the pain,

Trance should be such
that it blurs
the difference between the life and death,

Let’s welcome death with a bang,
Let’s tell it that
There is someone outside the battlefield
who is not scared of you,

Come on death,
bring it on,
make it worse if you want,
because I am not bothered now.

Duty of a woman

Overcooked food
Unironed cloths.
Stained Table.
Dusty windowpanes.
Nosy relatives.
Rude kids.
Tacky dressing
This is how my husband appreciates me !

Criticism from boss,
Frustration of mediocrity,
Backstabbing friends,
Unsupportive family,
Nagging neighbours,
Financial insufficiency,
Ailing, unfit body,
Are are husband’s qualities,

Scolding children,
Withdrawing socially,
Launching tirades
Is how he responds

Still he manages to be aroused,
His manhood trump all other failures,
After all the negativity
I am expected to be intimate,
There is no scope for disapproval,
He forces himself upon me,
Along with household,
This is also a wife’s duty,
There are no emotions & feelings,
Except that of hatred & ridicule,
Towards him & myself,

While watching a romantic scene,
I also wish to be carressed & loved,
Talking about understanding & partnership,
Happy marriage seems a mirage,

My husband reacts strongly to the rape, Reported on news,
But does he realises his acts in night,
I wonder why there are no debates
On rapes after marriage,
Do matrimony legitimise it ?

Maybe
Because marriage proposal from rapist to accused,
Seems normal solution to the society,

I am just a soldier !

Dressed in camouflage,
Blend with foliage,

Adapt to weather,
Thirst of camel,

Hungry for action,
Graced by gun,

Loaded with grenade,
Armoured with courage,

Breath out fear,
I am a soldier,

Family is at home,
Bunker is my dome,

Friends wait,
Battalion is my mate,

Civilians makes merry,
When I pop enemy’s cherry,

Medals are stamped,
Glory is reckoned,

Nation worships,
It’s what duty calls,

Work is adventure,
Challenges are routine,

Dunno what’s fuss about,
Am just a soldier,
Who works for pound.

ज़िन्दगी – एक सिगरेट

एक छोर पकड़ा हुआ है
किसी ने,
जो मौत का है,

दूसरे छोर पर
जीवन का आगाज़ होता है,

धीरे धीरे वो जलती है,
कभी बीच में बुझ जाती है,

मौत के छोर पर दम दिया,
तो ज़ोर से जलने लगती है,

इसी उहापोह में
पता ही नही चल पाता
ज़िन्दगी भी एक सिगरेट है ।