Active voice : Parag and Nancy are planning their wedding .

Passive voice : wedding is being planned by Parag Nancy

The ocean of drop

 

 

Merely a drop in the flow

Reflects the sizzle of sun

And the timidity of moon

With his glitter filled visage

Sometimes the twinkle plays

On the pranks of silent drift

Such stars that are seen in eyes

When they reflect the eye of beholder

For once the drop chooses to overflow

From the silent echo of the sight

Where the dreams are smothered

Choked by the stifling reality

Sometimes when the dreams erupt

To toss the cradle with their tides

The confounded drops drizzle from sight

To create a shiny rainbow in mind

For they not what else to do.

 

Delhi

00.58 hrs

1233

23.3.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

यूँ तो कब के भुला देते हम अकेलेपन के दर्द को 

ग़र वो मासूमियत से अक्सर हमारी खैरियत ना पूछते

 बेरुमानी होकर वो हमारी शायरी सुन बैठे

दाद दर असल तो उनके अश्क़ दे गए

फ़ौकीयत तो अलफ़ाज़ को दी मुशायरे में

वो तन्हाई में कुछ ख़ामोश आह दे गए

The beautiful strength

 

 

 

The night melts to a simmering dawn

When the nascent hues flow down her tress

Like a holy river  from the pious vale

Amidst dripping flavors of the floral track

Her clinging bangles are the music of morn

As she orchestrates her universe with a silent stick

Tip toe and still rising often to a calm crescendo

Like a Yogi lost within the woods of meditation

Decanting self on the floating residue

She bakes the morning under a dim sun

For others are lost in a sonorous dream

The time has already slipped for her

The steam in kitchen is the alarm for others

She rushes out to catch the bus

With half a morsel in hand , she clutches handles

And returns on time much in the  same fashion

Through the slimy hands that dangle the entire way

Then she wraps up the day on the dark stove

While completing the school homework

On the pillow lies her broken bangle

Much like a crescent in the dark sky

There is an old  scratch on her wrist

That she smartly  flaunte as a tattoo .

 

Delhi

8.3.24

13.23 hrs

2132

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The bonsai

 

 

The cloud that hovered above the nest

Soon after your last flap on my branch

When you soared beyond my stretched sight

Has now burst to pour his pain with a thunder

And my eye stares upwards at the skies

But strangely the stage is deserted still

Even as the curtains are raised to audience

While the twigs drip with the alighted sorrow

Drop by drop the roots shrink to miniature

Wriggling with pain like a parched gill on land

While you drown my world with despair

The promise of the foliage is belied now

As life wraps up in the callous  baked clay

The rich roots dwindle , knocking at walls

The buds deflate and fruits become dots

A smaller replica of the unblossomed vows

Shilrivelled into a bonsai of true emotion

My smile that knows you will never return 

 

Delhi.

1.34 hrs

2131

8.3.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Forever wet

 

 

I carry her residual drops

In the pockets of my eye

They remain forever wet

Even when  clouds have turned grey

The days shrink and nights expand

My glitter still reflects in her eyes

While she flows with the time

Endowed like a crest of wave

Chiseled to perfection for eternity

And a soul  transparent till core

Visible to the core at a glance

A ripple like smile even at turbulence

And a bubble she softly carries  to shore

Sometimes they burst with her silent sigh

And often the rainbow reflects their face

For these are her cherished  dreams

The breeze blows like her careless tress

She absorbs the footmarks I leave behind

The sand starts afresh everytime

After the stampede of the day

She ends with a wilder night below moon.

 

Delhi

17.31 hrs

2130

3.3.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The echo of silence

 

The over stay in anticipation

Of the same tune and song

The deafening crescendo

There is a deafening echo

Of dying silence instead

Like the darkness that grows

After a prolonged morning

That one awaits till dusk

A treasured empty holder

Of a perfume lost to vapor of time

A brush rubbed on dried pallette

Scratched on a completed canvas

A fire that has died long back

But chooses to smoulder

Like a pyre instead.

 

Delhi

2.3.24

00.18 hrs

2129

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The mutiny

 

The I runs deep within

Hidden like blood in vein

Devours and loses the feed

To go on and on..the time ticks

Then I lose the hands to calenders

The watch falls off somewhere

In the stacks of hay,  so softly

I barely heard when I lost it

Yes, the herbs grew into trees

By now the nests are disolated

The hay was lost in sunshine

For I have been making it..

The flap you heard somewhere

Was lost in the din

But I can find now colours

Much as one can find

Sprayed every dusk on sky

Slowly heading towards night

The redness brushed shades

The losing blue of graying cloud

The dispersed rainbow behind curtains

In wait of a breathless breeze

That often carries the cloud with it

And the sky is left with a dark

There are shades aplenty, therefore

Within hidden  dark streets and corners

Much like the sip of a fragrant liquor

Easy to scoff at and bitter to gulp

And a life to a drunkard

Who loves his head to reel ,

Every night.

 

Delhi

23.33 hrs

1.3.24

2128