Monday, 15 September 2025

The slide

 

Crumbled to rubble after the slide

I breathe through crushed furrows

My lofty peaks once would touch clouds

The foliage that now is disrobed brutally

Held me together with intertwined strands

It tethered the reckless flow to the paths

And sprouted a chirp in her green palms

The path that once leisurely meandered

Twirling upon the brawn and brown bosom

Now bursts through my soul and gushes past

Amidst the naked and hollow growls

It rains incessantly as if in revenge

After a few thunder strikes and bellows

The trumpet in content is now a shriek of dismay

Then the fall with a thud on the abattoir

 Crashes the complete essence of life

To be tied and walloped , denied the strife

Unable to escape the enticing vile of clever cleaver

All it took the mountain to slide in a pile

Was to trust the innocuous first crawl.

Rudrapur

23.38 hrs

2315

15.9.25


Friday, 12 September 2025

Upon the Ghat

 

The piousness flows incessantly

All across the stationary Ghat

What emanates from the vale

Dips and Drifts through to delta

Only to shower back to the flow

Leaving the garnered silt behind

While the motionless mind besides it

Strives to shrug off the filth

Of collected soles and their debris

The invisible imprints on stone

That remain embossed forever

And the rubble and the crumpled paper

Are silently swept into the flowing prayers

But the bosom still remains depraved

Often capsized in a whirlpool within .

Sometimes when it rains through soul

It moistens the Ghat and fills the crevices

Sometimes it overflows to drench till the gate

Which makes up often for the parched day.

Rishikesh

2314

18.50 hrs

12.9.25


Wednesday, 10 September 2025

सीढ़ी

 

ग़र्क ए आब है हरदम मेरी रूह

यूँ तो मुसलसल झुलसना

भी देता है इक दर्द भरा सुकूँ

उफ़ान पर अक्सर है ये मन मंज़र

शब भर शबनम बरसे निगाह से

फ़िर भी नज़र है हर तरफ़ बंजर.

दुश्वार है वक्त कि तल्ख़हीओं को सहना

धूप में तन्हा सुलगती सीढ़ी के तले

याद में ठंडी आहों का पिघल कर बहना


Sunday, 7 September 2025

पौड़ी

 


जलमग्न निरंतर रह कल कल स्वर श्रवण करती

ले जाती बीच प्रवाह के प्रफुल्लित मन के चरण

ढाढ़स बांधती अपनी बेड़ी से स्वच्छन्द मनोरथ का

साहस ही है करता हर इच्छा का वास्तविक रूप में भरण।

सदैव अद्रित उर पर प्रतिबिम्ब नभ का श्रृंगारित होता

स्वर्णिम रश्मि और व्यथित तिमिर का मिश्रित बिछौना

समान धारा में लीन पूजा पुष्प और विसर्जित चिन्ह

पौड़ी बोध कराये ये जीवन तो है केवल क्षणभँगुर खिलौना।

Sunday, 31 August 2025

The depth of tides

 


The depth of tides 

Define their leap

Like a high branch

Needs a stout root

Deep , the plinth of life

Like a grounded runway

A non descript practice 

That leads to the dazzle

Of a spell binding performance 

The chrysalis of time to come.


Somewhere lay like a vagabond 

The amorphous parts of me

Assumingly when they collected 

I believed it was me

When slight dew sprinkled 

It stiffened lumps within 

When it poured heavily 

The flow dissolved all dust

Once adrift , I reached the skies

Once I dug within the depth of tides.


Delhi

2313

1.9.25

00.02 hrs 

























































































Monday, 25 August 2025

The up-root

 

My foliage hangs uprooted

With fractured breath open

My world after you have left

Overhangs the cage of wild skies

The deep dismay that looms by anf large

It refuses to acknowledge the captivity of skies

To the bars of an overhanging rusty cage

My roots now slither in the indecisiveness

Of what is the breath and the gravel of burial

The pores gasp When sunk in deep surmise

And lose the battle without a fight in the open.

The sprinkle from skies is like your smile

It conveys little hope but removes a lot of dismay

My pulsating breath builds a hope again

Till my word to self finds a fresh wick

The loss is subservient to my loss

Panipat

2312

23.59 hrs

25.8.25


Monday, 18 August 2025

The forever buds

 


The stillness of the glacier

Remains dissolved in tides

The rushing around in desperation 

To seek the taste of passive peaks

That are far far away 

Beyond the sun and moon

They dip into the margins often

The peaks cannot even be seen

Even as my tides follow their mould

But fall back to the agitated world

The last fossil of a pickle

Is dipped in the brine of an entire ocean

The jar seems to be empty to some

I stare at the treasure with forever buds.


Dehradun 

19.8.25

09.09 hrs

2311


Mom's bday was on 18th aug