Night Cape

In the womb of night

We whisper soft lies

To our beloved ones

To make them believe

In this make believe world

Of stars sequined on Earth

And moon's conquest of the sky

A Cinderella tale of fairies and wands

As fickle as the seasons 

As free-willed as dunes of sand

Breezes that blow of wants and angst

Shall whip away in no time

The princess of no-land

Then whom shall we whisper

Those unabashed lies

Of stars spreadeagled on Earth

And skyless moon maligned

The Visitors

I watch all day long

Crows and squirrels

Prancing up and down

The Champa* tree

I wish I could grow lighter feet

To cuddle the clouds

Touch the top of the trees

Flap wings across the sky

The visitors to my garden

Teach me to aspire

Beyond the limits of

My earthy skills and

Narrow domain of

Mundane worries

And cheap, unexciting thrills

Champa :Magnolia Champaka or Champak Tree

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Healing Centre

 I haul my bags in and am greeted with a "you are late."

I pause

scraping of wheelers

hurts the silence

No way I can go back. She extends her hands and smilingly burrows me with a warm hug.

oh!

this weight of 

frozen steps

"You will get used to it." There's a twinkle in her eyes. How does she know what I am going through?

quagmire

deep down we are

all the same

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Violence

 

I have not violated

The rules of this world

I have not given in to vices

I have not been infidel to morals

I have not belonged to the black hole of misdeeds

I am one of those ordinary earthlings

Who live in a rut of

Breathing in and out

With such boring regularity

That it almost sucks

But I have often thought of 

Bloodying my hands

Kick out the guts of bullies

Knock out the brains of sinners

Punch hard the noses of the law breakers

Give a black eye who does not see reason

Drill logic with a hammer into the clog holes of  conceited ones

Suck out the breath out of those death eaters who soil the beauty

Of this lonely planet

I have fought with myself 

Reasoned

Not to give in to these thoughts

Yet....

I have a demeanor of  child like submission

When I look at myself in the mirror

Is it me?

Or someone else?

I wonder...

Waking Up

Often

I ask God

why He denied

me a moment 

of silence 

staring at the sky

with clouds floating by

a bird streaking past

the leaves dancing to

a spell of His magic wand

was I that impure?

were my vices so deep?

disallowing censure?

that He left me just

with a pinhole of a window

where even a dream 

can't breath in the

breeze of His own choice?

more often than not

with a patient smile

He tells his child

I am the Santa, y' know

you chose to deny

the pillow underneath which

I could have slithered in

the key to your fistful of sky

your yarn of cotton clouds

that soaring delight

of a bird's flight

the dance of leaves

to the song of silence

as you were too busy 

my child engrossed

in your din of thoughts so wild

and missed that moment

when dreams come true

in rainbow hues

so close to your pinhole yews

Dreams

 

Nowadays I wake up

Without remembering my dreams

I let them pass

They were just dreams ...you know

But still I crave those moments

Of fancy

Of madness

Of joy

Of revelry

If only I could recall a wee bit

If only I could sleep

All night

आजकल सुबह जगती हूँ तो 

सपनें याद नहीं आते 

मैं भी जाने देती हूँ 

सपनें ही तो थे बस    पता है न 

पर फिर भी न जाने क्यों 

उन लम्हों को तरस जाती हूँ 

वो कल्पनाएं 

वो पागलपन 

वो ख़ुशी 

वो बेबाकपन 

काश मुझे याद रहते इतना सा भी 

काश मैं सो सकती रात भर 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYdZNyA8Zwg

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एहसास

खरोंच हल्की 
या ज़खम  गहरा
चोट तो है  न ?

ख़ामोशी से या
मुस्का के सहलाओ
दर्द तो है न ?

जीये नहीं  ..अभी कहाँ

साँसों  में वो  

तड़पन तो है न ?

धुआं है .. लकीरें सारी 

अंगारों में 

ठिठुरन  तो हैं न  ?

ख्वाबों को रौंद चला 

पलकों तले 

चुभन तो है न ?

वक़्त अभी - थोड़ी बाकी 

धड़कनों में 

सुलगन तो है न ?

खरोंच हल्की 
या ज़खम  गहरा
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