सिलसिला

मुसलसल

है एक सिलसिला

तन्हाइयों का

Key:
मुसलसल = continuous

शायद

देखो सुबह

शायद मुस्कुराये

मेरा भी दिन

बे-लगाम

वहाँ पे तिल

ये दिल बे-लगाम

हुआ गुलाम

Meditate

Love is in the air

But so is smog

And dust and noise and CO2

Meaningless campaigns

Dull cartoons Blunt advices

Obscene jokes Political wars

Pierce through eyes, ears, nose

Oh give me a break

In silence let me meditate.


Note: This poem was published in the literary journal Muse India

Stigmata

So what if the clouds are grey

The shining stars shimmer through,

A distant violin weeps

In the eerie silence..

A spotless white buck sits

On the nose of a pitch dark boar

And devours burning charcoal..

Birds are shivering of the icy river

And a crocodile swims in my hot soup..

Some pages of a half burnt book

Flutter in my hollow vacuum

Stigmata!


Note: This poem was published in the literary journal Muse India

Marzipan

Fish-pigeon-lion-goat

No blood, no dispute;

Sweet   they   remain

Deewali      marzipan.

प्यास

ख़ुश्क हो चले

थरथराते होंठ

किसी प्यास में

अक्सर..

मेरा होना है

तुम्हारी हँसी की रौशनी,

तुम्हारा न होना

मेरे अँधेरे की उदासी;

मेरा अँधेरा तुम्हारी रौशनी को

ढँक लेता है अक्सर.

Your mirth is a light caused by my presence (in your life)
Your absence (in my life) is my darkest gloom
(your) light is often overpowered by (my) darkness...

(The happy moments are mostly shadowed by sad ones)