A life to remember

Face of the cupid when she said yes,

The twinkle in the eyes of the first pet,

Drop of tear when the heart was broken,

Endless suggestions on how to quit smoke.

First drinking night with your brother,

His friends wondering how young you are,

The first F grade in the report card,

Numerous ways to mollify your mother.

The first money won in the competition,

Thrown away in the very night on friends’ beer,

Meeting an old friend after eight long years,

Nothing really lost even the pet dialog.

This is the best I could gather,

Numerous emotions bound in one single life,

What shall happen  if they were not here,

Lets vow to make it a life to remember.

Defiance

What makes us tough,

What makes us real,

Men of great honour crumbling into pieces,

Is it the equivocalness of the circumstances,

Or the paradox called life.

विडम्बना

आज मन बड़ा अशांत है,
ना जाने क्या करना चाहता है,
कभी बहुत जोशीला है तो कभी शिथिल,
भाव से भरे सागर में गोते लगता है,
फिर अचानक भावहीन मरुस्थल में पहुँच जाता है,
मेरे पास आकर मुझे कुछ कहना चाहता है,
फिर मुँह मोड़ कर  कहीं और चला जाता है,
कभी भूतकाल में जाके भूली बातें दोहराता है,
तो कभी भविष्यवाणी करने लगता है,
कैसी इसमें उमंग है,
कौन सी ये तरंग है,
की बस थकता ही नहीं है,
मैं भी इससे यही कहना चाहता हूँ,
आज मेरा मन नहीं लग रहा.

उमंग

आज ना जाने कहाँ से ख़याल आया है,
की आस्मा को छू के आना है,
उड़ते पंचियों के साथ,
चारों ओर कौतूहल मचाना है.

बादलों की गढ़गढ़ाहट पत्तों की सरसराहट,
गिरते झरने के शोर में,
थमे पानी के ज़ोर में,
अपने जुनून को तलाश करना है.

और भी उँची हैं मंज़िलें,
अभी बहुत सफ़र तय करना है,
जब तक सपनों से भरी आँखों में,
सफलता की नमी ना भर जाए तब तक चलते जाना है.

टूटी उलझी डोर

उस रात उसकी बातें हमें रिझा रही थीं,

अनकहे लफ़्ज़ों में प्यार जता रहे उनके होंठ,

वो कोमल कमसिन आँखें अपनी ओर बुलाती थीं,

एक बार नहीं बार बार बुला लिया करती थी,

कुछ दिन तो प्यार में बहुत जीये वो भी,

फिर अचानक ही रुख मोड़ लिया,

प्यार में हो चुका मेरा दिल लहू-लुहान,

वो उसपर मरहम भी ना लगाने आये.

बहुत सालों बाद वो दोबारा मिले मुझे,

कहीं कोई टीस कोई दर्द ना शिकवा था,

आँखों में कोई नमी ना गिला था,

पूछा कैसे हो तुम,

कहाँ हो इन दिनों,

पुराने घाव भी समय के साथ भर जाते हैं,

मुझे भी उनसे कोई शिकायत ना थी ,

कह दिया खुश रहता हूँ .

रोमांच कर देने  वाली वो काली घनी लटें,

आज डरा रहीं थी मुझको ,

पहले प्यार से भरा समंदर थी उनकी आँखें,

अब उनमे जैसे कोई राक्षस बैठ गया हो .

रुक्सत के पल अब भारी ना थे,

वो जैसे आये वैसे ही चल दिए,

केवल इतना ही कह दिया उनको,

इसी शहर में हो कभी कभी मिलने आ जाना.

Emotional Mess

The fervour is setting itself right,
the monsoon has finally arrived,
the mood should be upbeat,
but the beautiful weather has taken a backseat.

My mind is still disturbed,
the heart wrenched and emotions perturbed.
what happened last night was aghast,
the turbulence caused was unsurpassed.

I don’t know if we will be the same again,
the crack in  the relation caused by such disdain,
the scorned inside of me stands baffled,
break me free God, I am shackled.

love

Your kisses on my lips,

feel like heaven in darkness,

love ocean hold me on.

 

I wanna live it again

I wanna live it again,
the joyousness of nature,
the sound of the roosting of birds,
the sloshing of water on the high rocks,
the tawny eagle on the free flight,
the sensation in the heart as sun comes,
it’s still raining and the rainbow will be formed,
the tinge of greenery in the barren land,
the first bloom of the season in the garden.
I wanna live it again,
for the elation and exultation for the child in me.

       God, please set me free in my leisure for nature.

Emotions

Emotions are the mirror of reality,
Ingrained inside every living soul.
Sometimes so deeply enshrouded,
Impossible to dig and reveal to oneself.

Emotions being the spools of thread,
Rolled into different colours and sizes.
Each one giving its own meaning to our lives,
Playing their role and leaving its hue.

Not to be kept inside but let them flow,
Let the whole world come to know,
The depth and simplicity of our emotions,
Entangled furtively beneath the soul’s cries.

The barber

Its about a barber,
An old man in his late 50s,
Working round the clock embellishing men,
Although never getting time to trim his own hair,
Battered by the test of time,
Making his body weak and withered,
Today he had a more worn face,
I wondered what could have harmed the already allayed,
Finally I asked the reason for the sullen look,
He told me he had lost his wife;
when his daughter was at a tender age,
With the only child he had to face the world alone,
A former rag picker and a house cleaner explained,
Saving every penny to marry his daughter,
He did everything in his abilities to earn well.

Today his daughter is still at home,
Sent back after she lost her husband,
With the lanky old man growing so frail,
He doesn’t know how to face “it” yet again.