The Last Milestone

Was it a new juvenscence
or just an old-age high
methought she paused,,shyly blinked
then...went on with a sigh.

A trusting heart, a double-take!
a flutter ,that climactic cry
so,so much like a waking dream,
did'nt I ,or did I really die ?

Oh! it was you ! yes, you
such aching pleasure nigh
Time it was that then stood still
`n' such-as-I' that passed it by ....

Lacerated.....

Did I think I would,
that I can
or I could
touch that fabric
spartan,
in shreds, un-dyed-in-wool,
and... weave a heart again?
And have I then,
blinkered,raw-fingered,
touched its beat
pulsating,
and then ......bloodied
drawn back,burnt, spattered
and in tears.......?

Was.....Is

Gentlly, gently, rubbing
the sunlight in my eyes,
the twilight in my dreams,
I knew,
the chimera
the dancer
the droller among the shades,
a filtered form, virginal,
a longing, a sigh ,an arm-stretch away.
And I a heart-wrenched wretch,
felt , a moment's stillness
a pulse-throbbed eternity
a string-taut wanting
and then, let it go
a believer in hour-glasses,
the next moonlight
the next dawn way............

And God for Everyone

Who would have thought that he would die.

He, who loved rajmah -chawal,The Robocop, Mr India and ...his dad.
Till he was floored by a fell disease. He went through all inefficient hospitals ,believing the fairness of the divine judiciary.....,and his dad, who said "this too shall pass"
It did'nt .
As he stood before the watchman of heaven ,he smiled.
St. Peter looked at him and said ,"see my lamb, I told you, always trust what papa says"
As the boy walked through the Pearly Gates, he turned and looked back.

St peter was in tears........

खुदा गवाह है :Over and Done With......

Grew older : in years. In soul.
Fell in love:surely it looked that way.
Diiscovered hypothesis :ugliness is never skin deep.
Watched loved ones leave:one by painful one.
Discovered self :woe betide!
Decluttered house , life ,heart.
Felt Need reduced to No Need.
Saw stupidity's resistance to be un-stupid.
Was accused, of skolership (sic )
Watched parents fading away: still watching.
And silent,say:
कई पा चुका हूँ में राहतें
अरमां भी कितने निकल चुके
ला फिर पढूं ज़रा गौर से
मुझ्र हसरतों की किताब दे ....
Ah! for a wish....!!

Lucky Lips.......!!

Ah ! would that she
in a moment's madness
move beyond the tangible,
hearken the unspoken ,
and,as a stranger ,
to words, to deeds,
to colours ,to rainbows,
dab the palette of life
with tender shades of silent love........
And then.....softly let
the brush of her heart
re-touch, and complete
the unfinished lines
of untraced lips ??

Born !Before 2ist of July

And then there was a knock.
On the door .On the heart .
With an effort of will he got up,
peeped out ......uncertain .
It was a shadow .....
and not a pale one,
not of a former self,
but, resplendent,
a streak from remembered rainbows.
Those smiling eyes,
that  quirk of an eyebrow,
a question in the way she stood.....
He stepped aside,
allowed her in .....silent..
An answer in his teardrop.....