bahke gumsum andhere....

aankhen band ...seele labon par
tumhara nam fisalne laga
sham ke sanwle badan par
andhera ruk ruk ke dhalne lagaa


rooh ko chuti rahi sard hawa
til til ke sasen aag see jalti rahi ....
chhhat par mujhe akela pa
rah rah ke teri yadein machalti rahi ...


kasti hii ja rahi thi aasma ki baahein..
kasmasaa jate the taare
un bahke hue andheron me
main gumsum wahan thi
tumhare kandhon ki nahin..
.. apni khamosh khahishon ke sahare

loneliness..my companion..

the crowd sweeps in
the crowd sweeps out
in short sombre dayz
andnever ending nights
i m alone
i was alwayz alone


behind the scars
theres a saga of darknessso
i wrap myself in a blanket of loneliness
an untold unheard painkeeps drizzling from eyes
as my agonies are shaped in deep yet silent cries
i,in my own companytry to gather
whatever seems to be mine
but the acidic effect of sighs
burns the smiles before it can thrive


desperate imagination floats wildly
fumbling on future and past
i want to breathe to live ,to hope ,
yet waiting for life to start
but i know in custody of my
intution that each echo of hope
will be gradually lost in black holes
of restrictions of life

aakhiri panna

aari tirchhi murtiyan mitti ki
haathon ki aari tirchhi rekhaon par
rengti hai,girti hai,samhalti hai...

chhitraa hua maddham maddham akelapan
ahsaan rishton ka hota hai
jarjar shabdon ki buniyad par
tanha boond bhi aanhon me nahin thhaharta hai

har pahloo jeevan se jura
meri sans par hi tikta hai
kyun nahin koi faisla kabhi
mere hakk me bhi hota hai
ek kahani ban jati hai
na koi anjaam hota hai
bas intezaar ki syahi me likha
iska aakhiri panna hota hai

slouching life...............

Life is slithering off,sometimes smiling and sometimes displaying stubby vexations.Its wanton mood,wayword attitude and vagabond hopes are flitting me in the whirldwind of circumtances.The moments are being docked from my share of calculated breaths...and in return i m rewarded with willingness to accept my fallacies and shortcomings.There is a continuous and conscious desire to give life a new meaning ,to live life for a cause ,to let the thread of imagination unravel to outline the caricature of future.
A life with each day as challenging as as the only oppurtunities to fight death,as relaxing as a day out on picnic,as beautiful as the saffron sun going down the horizon,as curious as child s innocent inqusitive queries,as relaxing as pleasant ,somnolent afternoon,as cool as the first drop of water touching the thirsty lips,as warma as mother s lap and as true as the fact that i m alive.
Well this thought is none of the florid affairs of heart or any of the logical tangles of mind....and as life wobbles and makes a way for itself in the throng of forced situations,,it may get lost in brawl of emotions.
But oblivious of its contribution in my motives..it will always remain as the ultimate inspiration of my existence..............