Kabhi kabhi

Kabhi kabhi dil me yun khayal aata hai,

ki ek lambi si saans ke baad ki khamoshi,

aur us khamoshi ki baad ka shor,

palke jhapakne pe pal bhar ka andhera,

aur phir roshni ka ek rela aata ankho ki or

kitab ke panne palate hue

aksharo aur shabdo ke beech do pal ka sannata

aur phir us sannate ko cheerte,

shabd bikhre charo or...

subah se shakh pe baithe, thake kuch patte

shakh se bichadne, aur zamin se dosti hone ke beech

kitni khalao se guzarte,

girte...

kisi phul ke murjhane ke baad ki dastan,

kisi koyle ke heera ban jane ki dastan...

kabhi kabhi,

wo ek pal jisme kuch nahi hota

wo likhe hue har pal se khas hota hai...

ek anjan shakal jo bhid me muskurati hai hume dekh k

ek alpviram, jo tute hue shabdo me

arth jodta hai...

Bhram

Kabhi kabhi tejabi raate hoti hain...

Jab phulo ke rang os me dhul jate hain...

Daghdaar dil khud ko chand samajh baithta hai,

Par suraj ke bina bas amavas hi ban pata hai

Chirag khud ko tare maan lete hain,

Bhool jate hain magar aandhi se ladna unke bas ka nahi

Aur timtimate tare badal se haar kar,

Chup kho jate hain raat me kahi.

Wahin andhere ki agosh me kho kar,

Tute patte me simti ik bund khud ko sagar samajhti hai

... raste me pada paththar,

Himalaya hone ke khwab dekhta hai

Par agli subah dhoop sare bhed khol deti hai...

Aur din ka miraj, raat ke bhram se alag hota hai.

Cobwebs...

A mesh of cobwebs entangles my soul,

cant believe these fine silk like threads can hold up years of longing…

And what was wished for forever

Seems like a distant dream…

Cobwebs… the spiders are all around.

Are they too hard at work, or am I too lazy to remove them in time…

Or is it my comfort zone which is stopping me from venturing out.

I did not bid her adieu

I did not bid her adieu…

She left in such a hurry

Now I wonder how far she must have gone

For neither my voice, nor my thoughts reach

That world which she calls home now

I don't know where it is...

No accolades no tear drenched speeches

No promises of meeting again

She came like a lightening

And flew like a bird

To lands far away...

The human form lost long ago

She lives like the feeling for November sun

Strong and pleasant… everyone’s friend

Only to fade away in the winter fog

She said something about a spring

When ships may cross by again

Would she remember I passed by her

And have looked for her all the way

It is no tragedy, just life

A poem or a song I heard

A short story which had to end

A post script in me she left…

A silent commemoration

A quite tribute I pay...

And later I may write memoirs...

If from me to her

Memories had a way.