Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

the wall

The collage
that I know not how
had strung itself
on the wall of my nowhere
and was a caress,...
a wrench on the
outstretched arms of desire;
and where
my heart
the fool in my
castle of air
had many a time
sung lays of loss
in a bubble burst of innocence.

In that witness mute
to what we ever were
or could be,
in sepia
and in colour of violation
now oftentimes
I feel a loving tousle
a knowing whisper
that sometime
the bravest things
are what we never do

Friday, November 27, 2015

Blue Moon......once in a



 


     


     
    sometime 
    when you are a memory,
    a pulsing beat,
    alive
    as a sweet trickle...
    and I
    gather myself
    to the contours
    of your dreams
    strumming soft
    a tender tattoo
    with the fist
    of my heart ;
    when, through half- collapsed
    tunnel of the past
    shines the place
    where love had laughed
    for the last time.
    Then, I,
    cupping scalding hands
    around dying embers
    of the night
    push another raft of hope
    into that oceans of minutes--
    my life--
    and bobbing,unsteady,
    know that
    sometime for us to live
    all we need
    is broken hearts.

 

Thursday, June 27, 2013

आँगन की कली ......इस बरस

उसी वीरान आँगन के घनेरे पेड़ के नीचे
दबी सहमी सी दुबकी सी मेरी धुप जहां है ,
रुपहली गाल पे लिए शबनम के  चंद आँसूं
मुझे वोह पूछती है बोल मेरा हमसफ़र कहाँ है

पकडती है मेरा दामन मेरी जानम ,कली मेरी
तुझे कह कर गयी थी मैं की तू जिगर रखना,
बिखर न कहीं जाना दुनिया की रिवायत से
मैं आऊंगी बरस अगले तू बस जगह रखना

सिखा कर गयी थी तुझको जीने का चलन उस शब
वही जिस रोज़ तूने  दिल के टुकड़े संजोये थे ,
होता है मसीहा हर बा-पाक शीशे का
इसी बात पर दोनों ने अपने ख्वाब बोए थे

मगर देख तूने न जिगर न ही जगह रखी
मेरे जाने के बाद ऐसा क्या मसरूफ हो गया ,
बता तो दे तेरा क्या अलग सा हो गया तुझसे
क्यूँ फिर से मेरे दोस्त तू मायूस हो गया

नहीं आना नहीं आना इस आँगन मैं भूले से
वीरानियों मैं क्यूँ भला चटके कली कोई ,
मुझे तो इश्क था तेरे होटों की तब्बसुम से
चलूँ ,उठूँ ,भटकूं, देखूँ फिर गली कोई

मेरी नम पलक को देख कर वोह ज़रा ठिठकी
बोली की जब चाहो मुझे फिर से बुला लेना ,
टुकड़ा इक ज़मीं का न हो गर तेरे मुक्कदर में
मुझे चुपके से अपने दिल में ही खिला लेना

Friday, May 31, 2013

The Shooting Star

In a hutch
of daub and yew
once dwelt my sky
forever around
forever blue.
Descending, it waded
through shadows,
thru' unfathomed fears
in pools of voices
formed by tears.
Then climbed...past
dizziness , past pains,
and I ,blinking,lowered
my hands to tear-stains.
Yes it was over
and yes, she was through ,
a heart weighs more
when split in two.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

The Mute Stencil

To be apart
from you sweetheart
could be for the best;
but when you're with me
in you I see
a visage beyond the rest.
Do you know that I
who had never known
the sweetness of caresses
would now exchange all metaphors
 in return for a word
wrenched from my nib
like Adam's rib ?
My dearest,
when hands fall away from poems
can I touch your face--forlorn--
so much, so much like my own ?

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

2B....sonnet

My love,
homeless wanderer
conceived in sand
perished in sand
splashed once
in distant oases
on unreached shores
beating desert drums__
futile as adjectives__
to stone-walled doors .
Then panting, weary,
soft-touched her cheek
and wistful tucked
a curl behind
the ear of memory .