प्यार का पिंजरा

बड़ी आस थी प्यार में गिरने की,
जब हुआ तो खुद की नज़रो में गिर गया,
वो प्यार नही, प्यार का पिंजरा है,

कहते है उनकी हाँ में मेरी हाँ है,
उनकी ना में मेरी ना है,
मेरी अब न हाँ है न ना है,

मेरा सही भी गलत है,
उसका गलत भी सही,
न जाने क्यों
अब गलतियां सिर्फ मैं करता हूँ,

मेरी ख्वाब कब बदल गये,
उसकी ख्वाहिशों में तब्दील हो गए,
इल्म ये मुझको भी नही है,

प्यार कब मेरा हवस बन जाता,
कब वो काफी नही रहता,
अब ये उसका ही फैसला है,

मैंने खुद को बदल लिया,
तुम पहले जैसे नही रहे
ऐसा उसने कहा,
बेबस होकर भी गुनहगार मैं ही हूँ,

छोड़ना चाहूँ या रिश्ता तोड़ना चाहूँ,
आँसुओं से पिघल जाता हूँ,
मोहब्बत की माया में बंध जाता हूँ,

समझौतो से गुरेज़ नही,
इश्क़ में फना होने का भी गम नही,
पर शरीर आत्मा पर बोझ मंजूर नही,

अब इन ठंडे फसलों को,
दूरियों की ताप देनी होगी,
नही तो, सुन्न हो ही गया हूँ,
किसी दिन एकाएक शिथल पड़ जाऊंगा

A somber lass…

As landscape changes every minute,
A single trail of thought continues,
I feel a gush of wind on my face,
While insides remained stuck,
Wheels roll on road,
But I am stationery in life,
Ears are plugged with headphones,
Only voices from past echoes

The journey has just begun,
To end a chapter of life,
Clean the canvass,
To brush vivid hues,
Drowning in lap of nature,
To take giant leaps,
Empty the hour glass,
To create space for beckoning future,

Like a leaf I want to fly
Wherever the wind takes me,
Like a straw I want to flow,
Wherever the water current takes me,
Like a shoe I want to run,
Wherever the road takes me,
Like a melody I want to resonate,
However the symphony tunes me,

The journey is a lap,
In the voyage of life,
To overcome fears,
And discover strengths,
Calm my nerves,
And rejuvenate my soul,
Like a drops of dew,
On blades of grass !

Images

In a dark room
Colourful wavy images
Appeared
Dancing
Smoking
Difficult to differentiate
Between images & smoke

They started speaking
Inviting me
To come with them
Up to the stairs

They grabbed me
Pushed, pulled
I started to cry
They begin laughing
Poking, teasing
Cutting my skin
My pain
Strengthened them
They became clearer

I was just
About to climb up
The enticing stairs
But before
I looked back
It brought a smile
On my face
They became angry
I kept looking behind
And started laughing
I heard howls of cry
In darkness
Dissipating wails
Brought light

Finally
I was out of depression

Fire

Yellow waves
Erupting out of wood
Shining
Shimmering
Spreading
Towards oil
Just hungry
Like man

Red at the root
Blue somewhere
Black soot it leaves
Green with copper
Pink with other chemical
Invisible sometimes
All burns scathingly

Disfigure, deface
The heat does
Ugly, maimed
It leaves

Flames
They are beautiful
Jumping, flowing
You may play
But don’t tease
Watch them
Dancing
To its own tune

Blood

Blood scares
Makes me sick
Pukish, dizzy
Once I fainted
In pathology lab

His blood !
Thrilled me
Pressed the wound
To play with it
Applied to my hands
Dark red it was
Marked lines
On my face
Blood soaked
Commando
I am now
Astringent it tasted

Lying
Beside the blood
Light shimmered
Gleamed my eyes
Satisfied I felt

Police came
I closed the door
To feel the warmth
To make more
Of the moment
A memory
Bloody one

They asked
Are you mad
I said Yes !
For the blood
Which boiled
So much
But now
It will not…

Silence of the dark

Batteries drained
And wall clock
Stopped

Dark night
Became silent
It was just heart
Beating for me

Moon is missing
Maybe hiding
Scared
To witness
What quiteness does

Stars
Partner in crime
With sins
Of soul

Wild thoughts emerged
To break the silence

Shatter glass
Of houses
Or cars

Put on fire alarm
Ring the bells
Call cops
Or ambulance

Burst crackers
Drop flower pots
Or utensils from top

Blow horn, trumpet
Or play loud music

Poke the neighbour dog
He will wake up
Whole neighborhood

Atleast someone
Will give me batteries
So I can sleep
The tik-tok is
My lullaby

‘Bewafa’ Biscuit

The story starts
When she thought
It’s dirt on my hand
Which actually was
Half melted chocolate

Got impressed
To find that I am
Baker by profession
Cakes, cookies, crispies
Are my bread & butter

Special request were made
Extra efforts were put in
Bakery oozed new aroma
When flavours of food
Mixed with perfume

Innovative recipes were tried
New varieties were born
Shapes of love were designed
Thoughtful packings came up
The shop became love hub

Only to find
That biscuits are
Fueling love
In which
She is burning
For a biker

She just
Changed a syllable
Of vocation
But
I changed
My business
Now no more
Sweet biscuits
They turn you
‘Bewafa’

करवटे !

ये बदलतीं करवटे बता रही है
की आँख बंद करके कोई जाग रहा है
चादर पर अब सिलवटों की जगह नही बचीं हैं
बिस्तर काँपने लगा है,
लट्टे बिखर गयी है,
अंधेरा रोशन हो गया है,
घड़ी की टिक टिक गूंज रही है
धड़कनों से ताल मिला रही है
पर दिल अब समय से तेज़ चल रहा है,
बाँहे बेसब्र है इस सब्र से,
की तकिया का अब काम नही रहा है,
सड़क से एकाएक मोटर की आवाज़ दहकती है,
चौकीदार की सीटी सवधान करती है,
ये रात की खामोशी बेचैन करती है,
क्या कोई और भी कही जगा है,
क्योंकि सुबह अब क्षितिज के पार लगती है,

दिल की सिगरेट

मैंने जिससे मोहब्बत की
उसने मेरी अरमानों को
जली हुई सिगरेट के टुकडे की तरह
पैरों तलों रौंद दिया
मेरे फेफड़े भी जल गए
दिल भी टूट गया

वो कहती है की
उसने तो ऐसा कुछ नही जताया
अरे तो फिर ये धुंआ क्यों उड़ाया

वो शायद
दिल की सिगरेट पीने का शौक रखती है

इस शौक से फेफड़े तो पता नही
उसका दिल ज़रूर मर गया है

Mea culpa

I regret that moment,

The moment you
were disappointed,
got angry,
became despair,
gave up,
moved on,

You may have
grumbled curses under your breath,
hit me an invisible bludgeon,
kicked in the shin,
punched in the stomach,
thrown water on my face,

I wish you to have done it all,
shouted in place of deafening silence,
reprimanded rather than ignoring,
broke bones instead of hopes,
slapped as opposed to staring,
unleashed your wrath,

Atleast you would have spat,
the venom of bitternes,
latched the broken chains,
dumped the past,
moved to sort differences,
ironed out the wrinkles,

And healed our relation
the Japanese way,
mending cracks with gold,
ornated with fine shining lines,
the pot of relationship,
brandishing unbreakable bond,

Neither one of us is perfect,
but imperfection binds us,
the acceptance of errors,
differentiates us,
each anomaly is a stepping stone ,
to reach acme of Xanadu.