The sprinkle of silver sequins
From the darkness beyond horizon
Alights on the dew drops amidst meadows;
The dangle of twigs on a flapping
flight
That leaves behind a nest with a
recoil
Sheds the drops that slither down the
bark
To trickle into the stoic core dug
deep within;
The drops are often lost to the skies
They tip toe into the soaring clouds
Only to find a silver lining at night
When the night sprinkles her riches
around.
Shimla
2376
00 07 hrs
15.11.26
The shredded rays of an evening sun
Sprinkle on the rubicund face of sea
The enticement to scrape glitter
Ends up in the drops of bridled mysticism
For his flow wraps the grandeur
Of daylong waves and darkened tides
He carries tender bubbles in his resonating
drops
And his bosom often swells with
overflowing tears
There is an infinite verve in his pulsating
breeze
While reed sways with an ingenuous
flow
There are gems in the deep that reflect
The glitter on the façade at dusk.
Rishikesh
2376
5.11.26
00.18 hrs
The dormant vibrance of drops
On a dark and moonless night
Simmers with a dream on sea
Awaiting the wonted silver flame
Like a perky pulsation of broken heart
With memories knit on a frigid day
By the hope of another dazzling noon
Where prayers leap to conjure the tides
Such is the whisper of silence.
Delhi
2375
10.47 hrs
21.10.26
माँ बाप
घर में बच्चों की गूँजती आवाज़ों,
उनकी मस्ती की ख़्वाइश में
अक्सर मुस्कराते,ठंडी आहें भरते हैँ,
थोड़ी दूर भी जाने से कतराते,
उसमें भी हर दूसरे कदम पर ठहरते हैँ,
बेहद फ़िक्र से बार बार पूछते,
फ़िर भी पूछकर हमारे गुस्से से डरते हैँ,
हम रोते आये उनकी ख़ुश बाहों में,
वो खुशी से हमारी बिलख़्ती बांहों में मरते हैँ
ना जाने वो क्यूँ ऐसा करते हैँ.
जो जानते हमारा उनके बाद में हाल
तो शायद कभी मरते नहीं, कभी ऐसा करते नहीं.
