Betrayed in the nursery to dismay
Abandoned saplings in open furrows
The firm gait of deserting mother
Viewed from the overflowing eyes
The gong of the liberty for the day
Was equally awaited by her
As if she never reached home.
Nor did I return from her pyre
The river of her immersed remains
Still remains flowing from the eye
Flogged but unmoved- the mind
In wait of another glimpse
When I alight a stationary state.
Ludhiana
2355
21.05.26
00.04 hrs
The reverberation sprouts
Even before a word is sown
Within the margins of silence
When presumptions overflood
To spill out the afloat seeds
Moving above the furrows
Without a weight to touch
The anxious crevices in deep
They remain swollen like eyes
That are for long moist but unwept
Cracked in the shriveled life
Buried down without being sown
For before the word is uttered
The reverberation overcrorwds
The margins of silence.
Bhatinda
2354
20.5.26
00.25 hrs
The perched shine on a pane
Awaits the opportunity to infiltrate
When I turn my soul towards you
Your rays from afar dazzle the day
While lighting up the skies at night
With the resonance of your light.
The light sneaks in the fickle curtains
Even within the confined realms
The accomplice breeze aids to accomplish
These criss cross patterns on floor
Tampered evidence of the incident
To thwart these golden and silvery rays
There are curtains of the mind
Those too have their own shadows
Flowing from the stories untold within.
Delhi
2353
8.49 hrs
15.5.26
I sit near a pond with a drenched brow
The drops that wash the sins away of believers
Throngs line up for miles with chants
Purged once they return after a holy dip
Till when the water is tinged with the residue
The sediments of acknowledged vice
Whereas I defy my chasing soul
With a stout denial of deliberate errors
My waters evaporate to leave the pond
Replete with filth of practical wisdom
Like a beast burdened with bridled salt
When the flow in vicinity could offload
The salt now silts the drenched brow
The tributary to a dried up pond
Where the coagulated sins bask.
Enroute Lucknow
2352
12.56 hrs
13.5.26
The sparkle of astonished soul
Enchanted at the unfolding life
In quest of another opportunity
To the virtue within,gets doused.
A sense of déjà vu staggers
The mystical journey in woods
The groping and staggering in deep
Where intertwined foliage blinds
The piercing rays of blazing sun
One dares not stare into the sky
And unable to find a way within
Clasping at slithering support
With limbs slimy in profuse perspiration
The fangs of venomous sympathy
That sting with a smile in the dark
Disenchanted by this blow of succour
The puerile self fails again
Forged repeatedly by the reality
The brittle child is smashed and buried
Till when everytime we peep within
The mirror wears a different mask
When things mean us and we the things
Where is the in-valuable ‘I’ in the re-aging?
Delhi
2351
12.30 hrs
13.5.26
तूफ़ान में उफाँ भरता, मंद वायु में जान भरता
प्रचंड वेग से अखंड मेघ लाता है चक्रवात
जलद का टकराना समीरण का चकराना
परस्पर भेद का अश्वमेध कराता है चक्रवात
निर्भीक गज- अबाध और सर्वदा अग्रज
समर उपरान्त खेद व्योम में छेद करता है चक्रवात
कोप की वृष्टी, बिखरी हुई सृष्टि
भंगुर मेघ में रजत रेघ, भरता है चक्रवात
गहराइयों को अपनी मुस्कराहट के पीछे समेटती हुई,
वह किनारे के सहारे उम्मीद में एक बार फिर आयी,
थोड़ी शाम हुई तो उसकी उलझन कुछ और बढ़ी
रात होते होते वह शोर मचाती हुई अपनी परछाई के पार
पद चिन्ह ढूंढती हुई उफान में अपनी सफ़ेद पड़ती बाँहों को,
फैला कर एक बार फिर अपने अंगूठी पर सजे बुलबुलों को
पत्थर और मिट्टी में तोड़कर आसमां में चीखी माँ.
