ek ghera sa rang hai, jo utarta nahi
ek khwab hai, halaanki aankh lagti nahi.
kya tumhare khwabuan mae bhi mae aati hun?
kuck ek baras ho chale, ab hum milte nahi.

hum dilli sae hain par ab dilli vale nahi kehlana chahtae
moka mile bhi tau transfer lae home town nahi jana chahte
sardiyaun ki raataen dilli mae aur bhi kaali aur khatarnaak ho jaati hain
dhola kuan kisi kaale kuan sae kaam nahi ab
vaaishiyat jahan raat ko SUVs mae baith kar nikalti hai
baaz si jhapat kae darvajun sae ghar ki aabroo loot lae jaaten hai
15 sae lekar pachpann tak sab in darindaun ko maaf hain
thagti hain aanken par muh sabke silae hain
fikr kae koylae dil mae jaltae rehtaen hain
par lailaaz si lagti is bimari ko koi hatana nahi chahta
ilaaz sochen bhi kyun, aakhir dilli kae mardun ki tau lut rahi izzat nahi

Hum aur Tum

Abhi tak kaanaun mae gunguna rahein hain us raat ki shehnayian
jab gale milti rahin fursat sae khili nayab palon ki kaliyan
noor simat aaya tha jaise tumhare pehlu mae
ki khinch lae gae kadam char fere tumhare peechae peechae
simatnae nahin aati, vo sab chandani raat ki baatein
sindhoori maang mae jab rishta naya piroya tha humnae
saanch deke un palon ki ,kuch mehandi mae ubharvaya tha
shabnam sae sinchi vidai sae leke , ghar ki diwaraun pe kaath ka aadmi tangtae hum
lambae kash leta hai, fir tattaki lagakar dekhta hai ye samay hame khidki sae roz
aao baithae saath kuch daer..chuskiyaun pe chai ki dekhaen saath suraz ko dhalte
fir jab mae bombay ki bas padkun aur tum harlow ki cab..
samaet lae vahi sindhoori rishta, tumhari bahaun kae sae ghare mae

tu aurat zaat..

Ehna vekhiyan na gayyiyan chann vargiyaan
ehna dissiyan na roohan sachiyaan
ehna kadd litiyan jaana muradaan valiyan
ehna de kambhdae ne hatth? ehna dae sukdae ni saah?
ehna kiven lut layeyaan jinda pariayan?
kiven katt vadiyan nae inha suhan lal..bacheyan de muh tau maavan diyan chhatiyan... nikkiyan kaliyan tau khilan da faer..
tutdae ni ambar vi jadd mavan vargiyan tae uthdaee nae eh hatth
kisae kalajae hol ni paendae jad viyahte tor ditti jandi muteyar samandraun par
kisae bhal ni hona , kisae ni teri hun zaruratt
kisae rab v mud ni dekhna.. tu jammiyie jae aurat zaat.

hanju tae khaara beetya

jehda beet gya oh paani aah, nadiyon langheya, tebbayan bhareya, par samundar punj methaa v namkeen hoya..jehda aana hai oh mul suchi, saanchaun pya ..usda mol na koi. , wheetya pani hathee na aaye,beetae da na hanju laayin. sunakhi dhoop ch sab dhul jana, ambara tau meh varsae tadd hooka iko laayein.. iko hi meet anmol, jehda hanju da mul paani na paye

tumsae ik purani pechan si lagti hai..
tum vahi ho na, jo thaki mundi aankh mae misri kae sapne de jate thae..
kitna hi royi ho aankh, par tum behlakar , chain ko le hi aate the.
chehraa tau kuch yaad nahi, par vo annjani sukun ki khusbhu jehan mae hai,
usi khusbhu ka paed lagte ho tum.
ik purani si yaad ka hissa ho tum..
vo yaad jo murad ke na mange hi milnae hi khushi ki thi.
muddataun ke baad vohi neend aane lagi hai..
muddatein jo janmaun ka fer naap gayin.
laptaen ghiri tau bahut thi, dil dara bhi bahut baar,par shukar hai khwab bach gaya.
aaj fir palken tumhara peecha karengi,
kya ptaa tumhe ik nazar bhar aaj paa hi lun..

Drama

Amidst the pious, sits hidden the iniquitous.
To shriek...
Loud and clear.. majestic and pure-The call of death.
The echos cut through a numb mind.
I am me again.
Stripped of him..lonely and naked..
The rains lashes over and over again the unsaid, the undone.
The swansong pitches again..the tempest arrogates over the kill.
Unmindful,tenacious.. and obstreperously ruinous..
Blood begins to fill the shrouded senses..
An insistent noise cries Slaughter!!
Suddenly the egregious begins an quiesce
Somewhere farsouth a timid zephyr welcomes the rebirth with a forbearance.

Scathes in verse.

Wilted flowers are they, not of yore..
A yesterday only, was filled with strong fragrances.
The voilet heel sings in testimony of what bled
when the heavens fell, in all a thud..
And History it became in all at once, for ever to come.

The ail of the magnoliopsid

Kabhi vo shaaakh dekhi hai tumnae jo paed nae apnae paet sae kaat kar fenk di thi?
Shaakh ko bimari thi.Paed ko laga wo bhi gal jaeyega.
Fir ek raat jab paed ko laga shaakh lambi taan, so rahi hai, usnae ussae khoon khinch liya.
Zakhm paed bhi hui.. ye nahi nahi usae dard nahi.Hai.
Apni hi shaakh ko kaat fenk paana har kisi kae bass ki baat kahan hai.
Badi tadhpi skaakh, par badkismat ko maut bhi na aayi.
Khaer kisi din tau aa hi jaegi.
Bas Skaakh ko gam hai tau paed ke goongaepan ka.
Usae umeed lekin paed sae hai fir bhi
mamta sae bhar aayega dil paed ka
aur uski maut ki dua mae do lafs kisi khuda ko kahega
aur vo aajad ho jaegi, firsae paed ki honae ko..

The fall of Icarus

Bahut der tak jhoojhta raha chubti sard boodaun sae
bas sirf us tehni pae latke rehnae ko... us paed ka rehnae ko..
Vo patta sochta tha, paed usae girnae nahi dega!
Usnae girtae hue. fir dekha vo jaljala...
Apnae jase kai hazaraun
Vo sab ke sab paed ke thae.

Us din jab tumnae kaha ki tum ab likh nahi paate ho, tab mae is baat ko poori tarah samajh aur maan dono hi nahi paayi thi. Mujhe laga bas ab likh hi tau paati hun.
Lekin us din tak maine tumhe jadd se kaat ke khud sae nikal nahi fenka tha. Isiliye likh paati thi, vo sab jo tumsae tha.us din ik ik boond khoon, khinch khinch ke nikali thi, tapte aansuon aur gussae ke aalav se, mainae is rishtae sae. sab tehniyaan kaat fenki thi.Aur peechae reh gya hai ik thoonth.ik banjar toonth, jissae shabad aasae dur bhagtae hain, jase anjanae sayoun sae darte, chhuptae firtae nanhe bachae.
Bahut kuch cheena hai tumnae mujsae. Pyar karna tau dur, pyar sambhal pana bhi bas mae nahi hai ab. Sirf ik fareb , kitnae dilaun mae suraakh kar sakta hai..
Kya yeh baanjhpan tumhe choo kar bhi nahi jaega?

lutnae hi vala hai amber, kuch der aur taare tod lo
ugnae vala hai kyari mae fir nanha savera, kuch lamhe beeti raat ke jod lo
kilkariyan marengi kirnaen, aks se sharmaa ke oos muh faeregi
kai baigani aur kuch apni si khwabaun ki pulandiyan, aasmanaun ko furti se seedhiyaan naapnae lagengi
kismataun ka playground set hoga, maylae lagaengae muskurataun aur aahun ke
chundhiyaati rooshni mae ab kosengae konsae sitarun ko?
aaj suraj jaroor aayega tumhari khidki mae jhaanknae
takiyae pe pichli raat ki barsaat se khilae indradhanush ko sajanae
har rang ik sapna sach hoga, har rang tummae tumsa ho jaega
27 baras ke sab rukae lamhon ko nae navelae apnaun ke chaehraun vali ungliyan kalai se aaj utar jhatak hi dengi
ik thanda sa jhonkaa aayenga kuch fusfusanae, kaanaun mae
oonghtae rishtaun ki silan se , ik ik lapeta dhaaga tum aaj kor khinch ke vapis bin lena
khili dhoop hai palkon mae tau lage haath , sab sapnae, chhaan sukhaa ke samaet lena
zindgi se do lamhaat gale mil lena, bahut dinaun se usae bhi tumhara intezar hai.
Janamdin mubarak ho .

Kitni baatein karti hun roj tumsae, pr ik baat poochna roj hi bhool jaati hun
Aadat hi si hai bhoolnae ki.
Sab ajeeb aadataun si ye bhi ajeeb hai
Sab bhool jaata hai, par dimag pe abhi bhi kahin chaapa tumhara number nahi dhultaa
Aur kuch nahi tau shayad ye tumnae pyar ki syaahi se likha hoga
Yaahan baarsat bhi har aaye din hoti hai
Par kuj sookhi si hain ye barssatein bhi… kuj nahi dho paati
Us din Pune ki sadkaun se, utartae hi, tumhari us constipated baarish ne baahaun mae bhar liya
Ik pal ko laga, tumhae mae aaj bhi yaad hun shayad kahin
Doosrae hi pal, kisi ko kaan pae phone lagaye suna
“Please don’t ever stop talking to me. I cant live without talking to you”
Laga jasae fitrat hi si ho is miiti ki ye, har kisi mae khookhli si haar jaati hai
Nakli baemayenae se shabd, har juban pae meethae sae chadae hain
Missal chaiye tau 5 mahinae baad jaakae tumhare paatae pe mil aaye
Shayad us sheher mae kuj baaki tha tumhara
Shayad niyati usi se milanae lae gaai thi
Bahana preet ka hi tha is baar bhi, lakir phir gayi thi bas rishtaun ki timelimit par bas
Aur kuj ye rishte hain,jo anaath bachaun se,umeed se ulat baat hi jottae rehtae hain
Jaanae kis khaalish se bharkar jeetae hain ye
Jaanae kyun inkae maa baap inhe paet mae hi maar nahi dete
Shayad us duniya me bhi abortion legal nahi hain
Bas yunhi ik chaand ki raat, steering wheel pae baithae bahar uchaal dete hain

Mysore days and forenoons..

Har mitti apna rang, apni sugandh liye, zootaun se paaun mae aur paaun se, rooh mae ghhus jaati hai
yeh nahi ki yahan ki mitti bheeni nahi..
ye bhi nahi ki ujlaae rangbirangae khabaun se saje nahi..
par koi badal yahan, sar pe pal bhar bhi chhaaun nahi de paata..
har teesrae din barsaat hoti hai, par ik bhi bauchhaar bhhegi yaadaen aankhaun ki dayodhi kheench laa nahi pati.
ik ajeeb sunapan hai yahan... 8.30 se 5.30 ka khael sueeiyon ki chaal nahi chalta..
yahan din kuch tanae tanae se, khinchae rookhae se rehtaen hain.. beet-tae hi nahi.
independent single room ke sannate, damghotu privacy se lade tangae rehtae hain.
sirf mess mae chehrae aankhaun pe sajtae hai aur fir kisi 2- sec ki , "issued in public intrest" si warning se gayab ho jaatae hain.
itni khoobsurti ke beech bhi, shabd andekhe andheroun mae gote khaatae rehtae hain.
har kisi ko independence chahiye, unmukt hone ko, udnae ko, par failane ko
par mol poocheyae ussae, jiski maa shaam ki chai pe, usae din bhar ke kissae sunnane ko taras jaati hai
15 min ki bandhi bandhai phone call se dil behlati hai, ki chalo vo thhek tau hai..
yahan raat nahi hoti, kyunki log raat bhar kam karte hain.
taareekh ke do hi maaenae hain.. "day" aur "forenoon"
afternoon kuch bhaata nahi yaahan ke budhijeeviyoun ko
sabko jald se jald thesis jamaa kar, yahan se nikalna hai
koi banjar sa sookha padav ho jase ki, bas carrier ki gaadi ko P.hD ka darjaa milae tau fir se jindagi kinare lage.
shayad yahan ki mitti hi aaesi hai...
shayad kisi din yeh mitti meri rooh bhi chunae..
fir shayad kisi forenoon, Mysore bhi, kuch ghar sa lage..

For thee..The Zahir

When the perched luminous blinds
and the lofty dreams begin to
sink back to the slumber..
ascends when the crepuscle again..
with the dour rising to d reign again
lustrous arise thee tittling the sullen
thee whom adorns the gracility of scintilla
who's consummate and effulgent as the maker Himself
Thee who art love
thee who art my Zahir
and I live on... thine,yet another while

Je mae hundi hanju tere,chup chupitae dil de gam galandi te bullan te aake sukh jandi.
Je hundi mathae di tarared, sochaan kai, palan vich langah jandi.
Je mae hundi mitti tere pairan thallae, mae mathae apnae tenu taj kar lendi.
Haan par ik aurat hi.. phari aakhan naal vi kadi sajjan nu akh phar na pa paavaan..
naseeb diyan tareredayen nu, kisi vi dua dava nal plaastar na paavaan..
Kisi tarah karke meinu ik sooti tar banadeyo..
Mae sajjan tan lipat, khusbhu usdi nu roam roam bithavaan..
rangat usdi paa javan te mae harsha harsha sajjan di ho jaavaan!

An orison

LOVE.....It arises from The Fountain,
to fall at thy feet,
thine is the glory,
for thine is the heart that leads the soul at thy alter
Thou art the grace, which illuminates the eye.
Thoust be the sunshine that blankets all that is vulnerable in me,
Thou art the ource for the zenith..
stoop low in thy service, with humble order which.
Thou art Love, thou art the worship..
Thee being HIM in me.

Relationship status: Committed

Ye committed hona bhi aajkal ajeeb qayamat sa hai..
har koi sawali nighaun se poochta firta hai..
"committed? tum? acha.. bataya nahi tumnae? vase kab hua ye? kissae? ... kyun?"
bhala rishtae kya kitabaun, mitti,khusbu aur yaadaun se nahi hote kya?
tau commitment en rishtaun se kyun nahi ho sakti?
sirf pyaar baantnae ke rishtae hi tau rishitaun mae nahi ginae jaate...
fir vo kya hote hain jinke bare mae lab kehtae hain " i am not sure"?
saathi sirf vo nahi , jo humkadam hai
saathi vo hi hai jo saayae mae chupta jaa raha hai.
saathi vo bhi hai jo takhti pe naya naam laga, khali seenae mae pathar se ghadhae dil ki dharkan suna raha hai.
nae rishtae oos ki boondaun sae, raat bhar ki pyaasi ghass ko amrit de rahe hain..
purane rishtae jadaun mae muh chupanae bhi lag pade hain...
suraj bhi ubasi leta sa aadtan hi jase phir ugg aaya hai,
commitment hai uski bhi shayad dharti se koi purani..
miltae nahi kabhi, par roz nazaren churakar ik doosrae ko dekhtae hain...din bhar...shayad hamari tumhari tarahen hi commitment hi nibhate hain koi.

An obituary..to the month...

lamhae dinaun mae,aur din mahinae mae badal gae fir aaj.
dard utha kai bar is beech,par har bar nazarandaz hua.
yaad bhi tarsi bahut baar, aur fir vo bhi thak haar kar muh faer kaer, ik konae mae jaa baith gai.
umeed nae, sar utha ke jhanknae ki koshish ki, beech mae bar bar.usae bhi dutkaar diya.
kitni hi bar ungilyaun ko zabardasti kheench ke layi speed dial no. 2 se.
kitni bar hastee kheltee, kuch aakhri yaadaun ke un peelae baksaun ko,inbox se bhi baeghar karnae ki vaehshi khawhish ko roka.
aankh ki kokh mae hazaraun aansuon ko, apnae un teenaun ajanmae bachaun ki tarah hi mar diya.
ek ek sapnae ke sinae mae, apnae haataun sae sach ka khanzar khopa,
fir ek ek ke ristae ghaav paunchh, unhae saaf kafan pehnayae.
kuch ko tau mitti de aayi hun,kuch ki sadti laashen,sawali thandi aankhaun se muh takti hain mera.
ek mahina ho aaya hai.
thak gayi hun mae.
ab na himmat juta pati hun , na unke liye khamosh jawab.
kaash ke laashen bhi khud hi jal paati.
galnae lagi hai ye, sochti hun kahin viran mae feaenk aaun,inhae lae ja kar.
shayad koi, inkae cheethdaun se hi paet bhar lae.
phir sochti hun ki kahin tumhari bhabhi ki vo pheonix vali baat sach hi na ho jaaye...
kahin ye fir se jinda na ho jayen...
tumhi batao.. kase marun inhe? kase khatam karun?
par tumsae bhi kya poochun?
tumnae tau bas apnae hissae ki mutthi bhar,
uchhal di thi usi raat lake ke barfilae paani mae.
nanhi jaanae, uspar thi hi bhi vo ginti kae do char palon ki hi..
kahan seh payin hongi us kaali thanadi raat ko
shayad taaerti mili ho laashen kisi ko paaniun pae.
ek mahina ho gaya hai... ab tau aadat bhi honae lagi hai tumhare bagair jeenae ki.
saansaun ko na chalnae ki..

जूं

यादें भी जूं सी होती हैं
कल तक जब रोजाना बनती टूटती थी , तब् तक दर्द महसूस नही होता था
अब रोज़ टुकडों टुकडों मे पुरानी रीसाईकील होकर मीलती है , तो कीलों सी घुप्ती हैं
लहू रिसते ज्ख्म और लगातार इक पराया एहसास.. नोचता, खाता कम्प्कम्पता एहसास
ख़ुद को वापीस पाने का जूनून या सिर्फ़ थरथराती यादों को नीकाल , फेंक देने की वो वेह्शी चाहत
क्यों सोचकर बसेरा नही बनाती जूं भी
क्या यादों के लीये भी कीसी स्टोर मे "मेडीकर" बीक्ता है?
या इन्हे भी कीसी और से ही निकाल्वाना या ये भी सपनों की तरह ख़ुद ही म्र जाती हैं?