Saturday, 10 February 2024

The view of if..

 


After the deceptive glitter goes away

And your hour turns murky towards dusk

Then you look skywards and find me

Once the blindfolding dazzle dips in  horizon

And sprays the grey ink on your canvas

I , the blank corner of blurring hues , stay on

For I was always here , you could see me

Only now when the twilight dawns

And spreads her darker veil on faces

Now if my silver enchants you in dark

It is only the light of your day I preserved

Till now that holds my shine and sparkle

Only if you stretch your sight beneath

These sheets of confounding silver

I remain unlit and full of craters

That somehow reflect your plight

For I always remain as you are

That is what is me forever

If for once you could be me

Then you would see the blue orb

That rises as if it is your eye that opens

Then I can reflect with your dreams

That lie with my life for them

If once you would see in the eyes of mine..

Delhi

11.2.24

01.39 hrs

2119

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friday, 9 February 2024

 अंकुरित पलकों के अर्ध स्वपन

उमड़े पुष्प को नोचता प्रहार

रीढ़ को तोड़ता हुआ इक घाव

और हाँफ़्ती हुई जड़ के अवशेष

कुछ टूटे हुए कांटे गिरे हैँ

कुछ मेरी जान है घुली हुई

तेरी यादों की बेरहम मिट्टी में

जो देती है हरदम आशा को पनपने

बड़ा जटिल है अवगुणठित प्यार


Tuesday, 6 February 2024

 

Why cant selfish people kiss?

Kyuki they are called मत लबी

मत + लबी = जिसके लब नहीं हैँ



मन वन में है उथल पुथल

वंशी ने शुरू किया है बजना

जब से सुना, है पसंद तुमको

सारा दिन सिर्फ सजना


Monday, 5 February 2024

The watering of rain

 


I swirl upon your bright petals

Ready with my thunder

Struck with my silver cracks

That flash their smile on you

The graying storms await

For the culmination with baited breath

Then I blow upon your dangle

For once when you were parched

A few drops from a spout

Quenched your thirsty soil

A silent puff of vapor somehow

Had touched my vagabond brow

Now when I drench your world

As you stay struck well rooted

My whispers stay overnight

Beneath your dripping petals

And slither down your slender spine

Only to overflow from the brim

Carrying your withered flowers

That conceal your dormant seeds

Sowing your name in foliage

As I meander through empty furrows

It’s you and only you wherever it’s me.

 

Delhi

23.53 hrs

2118

5.2.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday, 4 February 2024

The closet

 

 

Crumpled parts of me

The soliloquy confessions

Hanged masks , cremated souls

And buried roots , uprooted twigs

The sky of an open cage

And a wingless opportunity

There is a night that renders

Visibility to scribbled constellations

From the surrendered ground

The lies that are displayed outside

Lie concealed in the closet.

 

Delhi

4.2.24

18.26 hrs

2117

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday, 3 February 2024

The Splash

 

 

Splash ! I dip my thoughts in the well

The well is full of unwell memories

Wrapped on silent wheel my knots

Quietly return with overflowing drops

Tugged with a dripping and pale pail

Rusty with use and creaky with sobs

Sometimes a cloud peeps into my core

And bursts to replenish the pain..

Drop by drop to empty and a gush to fill

Somewhere our drops unite deep within

When you splash your face with a smile

To wrap what happens sometimes

A sometimes that is most often

The water that rolls down your cheek

Is always brine even as you smile .

 

Delhi

11.30 hrs

2116

4.2.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friday, 2 February 2024

The illusion

 


Abundant water flows a bit afar

In the dusty noon of sweltering summer

Then the sun sets , my heart sinks

In the dark dunes of parched sand

The mirage vanishes without a trace

My cheek is wet though with pain

While I grope without a truant moon

My shadow covers the entire desert..

What is wrong now if I set skies ablaze

Pour my tears to swell the dried waves

My wild breath conjures the breeze

While you could pick a conch to listen

What the sea carries within me to say

When the heart knocks on my soul

And I create another sunny evening

One of the many we spent together

Beside the unbridled and infinite sea

Is not life a cumulative illusion

Of many many moments that burst?

 

Delhi

2.2.24

2115

23.56