The deep cuts

 

The cuts prune life 

The scrub of sandpaper

It hurts a lot sometimes 

To bring the sheen forth

The self inflicted wounds 

Hurt lesser somehow

Whether it is the injury then

Or our perceptiveness 

That decides the pain.

One may shed his burden

To these waters of lake

While someone may drown

In the infinite drops of eye

The cut that oozes the sap

Also triggers a new shoot.

Delhi

2182

20.09 hrs

15.12.24

The flow

 

Stranded on crippling sand 

Clamped by the burden 

With glimmering eyes I view

The flow of waves from vicinity

While the myriad specks at dusk

Get tossed in their hour of glory

My limb is Immobilized presently 

The crevices on the forehead 

Are the stiffened drops of brine 

The clot of nascent ripples in mind

Much before they could blossom

Into the waving dreams of heart

The  bubble of holding within bursts

And the ocean trickles from my eye

The little one that was stifled somewhere

And pours into her  infinite  manifestation 

Now the cohesion with the supreme

Beckons some waves from the deep

Thr slime drifts my rusty remains 

Into the  splashing drops of liberty

Where our worries melt into tides

To absorb the burden of shoulders 

Into an effortless and buoyant hope 

Till we are specks of myriad hues

Before we slip into the grey horizon

Beyond which there is no flow.

Delhi

09.22 hrs

2181

5.11.24

Her ways to my heart

 

Her waves of forgiveness

Submerge my acts of sin

My side often tilts with weight

Fot she skips her pan of balance

Only to be by my side as we beam

At the measure of this precise world

She often loses in her wisdom

Cheers at the victory of my follies

Her appreciation of my pettiness

Invites and inspires the courage

To overpower my little world .

Amidst all this strife within herself

She finds time to adorn her brow

To mask her sighs with a smile

Her shades on cheek ignite a dawn

And loose tress drowns a twilight

The butterfly on her bun flaps a dream

Knowing so much she feigns ignorance

Only to cover my lack of knowledge .

Yamuna nagar

2180

23.15 hrs

21.10.24

 ख्वाइश ए ख़्वाब है इतनी जनाब

कि इस फिक्र में ही तमाम रात जगे

बदनाम महफ़िल में शरीक क्या हुए

इलज़ाम ना लगे कि कोई इलज़ाम ना लगे

The debris

Devastated enough to fall

With a fortune to trudge

The mask has a mirror within 

That reflects the debris left behind 

Disowned and abandoned in the past

The ruined parts of desecrated self

Those I believed were invisible 

Concealed with my oversized shadows

But truth bursts through pretence 

Gushes out from feeble cracks

Rocks the stable ground with fury

Suddenly the world crumbles 

The reigning monarch kneels

The palace is lost amidst fading glitter

There is  nowhere to hide , nowhere to go

Once the pride of being myself corrodes.

Delhi

17.15 hrs

2179

2.10.24

The reflection of light

 

Infinite images abound 

When I place myself 

Between the parallel mirrors

One of the dreamy mind 

The other of stark  reality 

The reflection of my eye

Spreads within the realm of sight

The world is lit with my glitter

The twinkle in the spell bound sky 

The flashes that ignite the deep

Visible within the clear soul

The flicker on beckoning horizon

While the shore left far behind 

Too winks with a scintillating shimmer 

The vessel that was adrift in the flow

No one knows upto where to row 

The mirror gets lit by reflection of light

All lines blur amidst the rampant dazzle

Which way is the destination I ask

For all directions look alike by now.

Delhi

2178

11.9.24

22.09 hrs