Saturday, 30 September 2023

The shore in sight

 


When the turmoil recedes

The waves ebb into ripples

One splash into the waters

The plight of a deserted boat

Like a fading faith in opulence

For the reason now commands .

A failed vow of atonement

A staggered act of kindness

A little more share in the split

A stronger foothold after the splash !

How the world changes somehow

Once there is a shore in sight.

 

Delhi

2097

17.20 hrs

30 9.23

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thursday, 28 September 2023

मन की मेनका

 

लोभ से उपजित भय

सिंघासन से उत्कलन का भय

महत्वकांक्षा और अभिलाषा का सिंघासन

अर्जित के संधारण की अभिलाषा

निरंतर अधिक अपेक्षा की महत्वकांक्षा

ये समस्त मन के भाव बुनते षड़यंत्र

और अवतरित होती मन की मेनका

आत्मिक तप को भंग करती

नृत्य एवं भंगिमा का सम्मोहन

थिरकती हुई कल्पना

नव स्वर्ग निर्माण का अवरोधक बन

एक नव लोभ की उत्पत्ति


Saturday, 23 September 2023

The reflection of image

 


 

The sun shivers to pale

Despite his incandescence

The breeze sprays fatal venom

While frozen tides get trapped

Conjure their transformation

Into lofty snow clad peaks

The floral resplendence churns

Coagulates into a filthy grey

The nectar of a sacrificial infant

Drips out drop by drop

As his sinews burst on plate

Adjacent but afar from turmoil

The chants echo to eternity

Whereas the chorus reverberates

Like the forces of fleeting foe

I know not these footmarks

Are mine or of what I fight against.

 

Delhi

2096

23.9.23

12.23hrs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, 20 September 2023

The hung life

 


An uprooted shoulder

Entwined in a rope by a knot

That overhangs the cliff

A soaring canopy atop a brook

The body hangs in hope

Aching sinews and ruptured ligaments

Assure with painful numbness

While climbing up is improbable

Owing to yawning wounds on arms

Often the droplets collect with sweat

The brook leaps skyward

When the drops are sown in her furrows

Now the sun pulls the pillow of peak

And plunges his face into dark satin

The vultures spiral overhead

They can sense their chunk tonight

But I hang in alive , still alive !

 

Delhi

2095

20.9.23

23.49 hrs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday, 17 September 2023

The time will tell

 


The aim is amidst transparent waters

My hands bleed but dig deep enough

The sun is burnt to tar in the furnace

A ravine orb affixed to the grey canvas

Interspersed with intertwined red sparks

The sun rolls between branches by the hour

And clocks the time in a sombre fashion

The caves are bereft of any ray of dream

Such is a vexed moment of an unslept eye .

Delhi

23.04 hrs

2094

17.9.23

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friday, 15 September 2023

The dissolved marks

 


Bereft of my foot marks

The sand dazzles in the sun

On my return to the origin

The foot marks have dissolved

A plunge deep into the waters

And I find spread glittering life

My foot marks slither  everywhere

They have carried their glitter too

Invisible on the shore and vivid in deep

Like the smile on thought of first love

The brine within never loses taste

The taste of first tear of the heart

That pumps to fill the eye even now

The breath of a reckless adolescent

Still reverberates with the wild waves

The bubble that reflect the sun

Burst into stars in the night sky

As I recede to my earned mansion

The things I left for free giggle .

 

Delhi

2093

15 9.23

23 37 hrs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thursday, 14 September 2023

उपरान्त के पश्चात्, भूत के पहले

 


प्रतिबिम्ब है मेरा,परन्तु कुछ अपरिचित सा

मुस्कराता है निरंतर, उसका मन पारदर्शी है

क्षण भर जीवित,वर्तमान के पश्चात ओझल

भूतकाल कल्पित, क्षण भंगूर जीवन

जैसे रेगिस्तान की दोपहर में एक बूँद

रेत पर रेंगती और वाष्प में लीन

पुनः प्योदी में पिरोई सी, पराई हो गई

जीवन है अगिनत “अभी “ का समूह

उपरान्त के पश्चात सब मन के प्रतिबिम्ब

और भूत के पहले के विचार केवल मन की परछाई

Sunday, 3 September 2023

Slipped off tangent

 


The ripples reach the horizon eventually

Riding on their shallow and feeble oars

A scratch on the fathomless depths

They  bend with waves without a fight

Now the horizon smiles at the tides

As ripples slip beyond the grand citadel

Their tiny crest wear the golden crown

And their trough dives behind the blue

Between the sand and the horizon lies

The expanse called life , and life is all we seek

But find only water, waves, bubbles and the like

If at all we wish to open our eyes of mind

The sea is nothing but these infinite drops

And what occurs in their briny realm

There is no place that we call adrift

For all falls within the arc of our life

Between the enormous tides of time

Every I generates his own ripple

That touches the horizon in pursuit of sea

Only if the eye can only brave the glare

And look long enough with hope at the Echo.

 

Delhi

2092

13.22 hrs

3.9.23