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March 23, 2015

I wonder
If you think I really love you
And is it cruel of me
To think that I do,
But suspect that I don’t,
And still go on living smoothly,
With kisses interspersed in between.


When the song is over

When the song is over,
And the melody is long gone,
Then you’d wonder when alone,
White lips of a long-dead lover

But something would gnaw at your mind,
Something sinister in your memories,
A trace of poison, a mockery
Of love, thought to be deaf and blind

And then you’d know
It was your song that kept you alive,
And not the love

शून्य की ओर

ज़िन्दगी का हर गुज़रता हुआ लम्हा,
दूर ले जा रहा है मुझे
तुमसे, तुम्हारी यादों से
जैसे किसी नाव पे सवार, क्षितिज की ओर बढ़ता हुआ

तुमसे ही नहीं, सबसे दूर जा रहा हूँ
सबके चेहरे अँधेरे में विलीन होते हुए
कुछ हँसते-रोते, कुछ एकटक देखते हुए
एक सन्नाटे, शून्य की ओर जा रहा हूँ

Asking the winds

I’m lost, among these sounds,
Desires yet unfulfilled
Sights yet unseen…
The demons and the gods,
vie for my mind…

Drunk from the fountain of youth,
I’ve wandered often from my path.
Lost sight of my goal, faltered,
With the pains of growing up…

There is something in the air,
Which I don’t yet understand
Something which was before,
And will remain after me,
It helps me go, it leads me astray…

I wonder, is this my path?
I look around, in yellow fields.
Where am I going, is there a goal?
I wish the winds had an answer… 

I Write

I write.

I write of my dreams,
And of my nightmares,
Of my wildest fantasies,
Of grim realities my eyes see,

I write.

About my petty neighbours
About the kids I see everybody
Running naked, barefoot, with bloated belly
About smell of my damp books
About Fort’s secret, silent nooks

I write

About the Temptress’s wet hairs
And her warm bosom I shared,
With many of her lovers.
About the shy girl from school
Who’d often give me looks, from her books

I write

About my darkest days,
About my brightest days,
About the morning mist on the leaves
And the orange sun on the eves

I write

About my dreams of the mountains
And the green valleys and snow
About the place where I want to die
And the places where I’ve grown

I write

 For a voice inside me calls
And another one screams in pain
I write to answer the call
I write to subdue the pain

I write

To defy my Gods
And to please my demons
I write to expose the lies
I write to flee the truths

I don’t want to be an island
I want to be the sea-wind
Who’ll live everywhere, at once
In the hearts of those, who crave for the sea

याद आई मेरी ज़बान

आज भी याद है, वो बीते दिन
जब उम्र का उफान था, कवि हुआ करते थे
सामने बैठी सहपाठिनी को
मधुशाला का प्रेम-रस पिलाया करते थे

होश आया ज़िन्दगी का
जब आया हाथ में झोला, और पाँव में छाले
तब हिंदी अखबार की नौकरी ने किये
अँधेरी ज़िन्दगी में उजाले

अंग्रेजी तो बचपन से ही कमज़ोर थी
ज़िन्दगी में ज्यादा आगे ना बढ़ पाए
पर उन रातों के कविता-प्रसंग और चाय की चुस्कियां
का मज़ा शायद ही किसी और चीज़ में आये

कितने देस देखे, कितने देखे भेस
पर याराना तो हिंदी से ही हमेशा
उस बोली की गन्ने सी मिठास
उसमे है साकी के प्याले का नशा

आप सभी को हिंदी दिवस की शुभकामनायें 🙂