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..