Humming bird on my balcony...

...it was quite difficult to 'catch' it from this close a range due to its swiftness...

सेंर्यु-७

प्यार का बिच्छू
आंखों से है जो चढ़े
जाँघों उतरे

Translation:
Senryu-7

Trance of love
captures through eyes
wilts through thighs

मेरा यार..मेरा सरमायेदार...

मेरे आम के पेड़
मेरे दोस्त
तुम 'मेरे' नहीं थे
पर कितने मेरे ही थे.

तुम थे तो किसी और के
अहाते में
पर मेरे घर के छज्जे से
लगते थे मेरे ही पास.

तुम्हारी जड़ों और
तने पर
मेरा अधिकार नहीं था
पर शाखाएँ औ' पत्तियाँ
तो मेरी ही थीं.

पूरे साल करता हूँ
मैं इंतज़ार
अप्रैल के महीने का
जब तुम बौराओगे, मह्कोगे.

पागल कर दोगे
मुझे और कोयल को
अपनी ख़ुश्बू और
घनी छावँ के नशे से.

कटवा दिया तुम्हे
उन संगदिल बेदर्दों ने
जिनका अधिकार था
सिर्फ़ उस ज़मीं पर
जिस पर तुम वाबस्ता थे.

एक सदमा हुआ मुझे
देख कर
उस सड़क को
जिस के शोरो-ग़ुल, धूल-ग़ुबार
से मुझे तुम महफ़ूज़ रखते थे.

तुम्हारे जाने से
यूँ लगता है जैसे
मैं सड़क पर नंगा हूँ,
मेरा दोस्त, मेरा साथी, मेरा सरमायेदार
छोड़ गया है मुझे,
औ' कोयल को
जो भी तुम्हे बहुत याद करेगी.

इस साल वो
गाएगी नहीं
रोएगी
मेरे साथ!

Translation:
My Companion...My Shelter...

O my mango tree
my friend
you, though, were not mine
but were, howsoever, very much mine!


Yes, you grew
in someone else's boundary
But always appeared
close to me
from my balcony.

I had no right I admit
on your roots and trunk
but your branches
and foliage were so very mine!

I wait for April
through all year long
when you'll flower
and scatter your scent...

When you will
drive me and the koel crazy
with the intoxication of
your aroma and cool shade.

Those heartless, callous people
fell you
who merely owned the land
on which you were adherent.

I was shocked to death
looking at the road
of whose noise and dust
you always shielded me.

I feel so vulnerable
in your absence
as if
I'm naked in public.

My pal, my buddy, my protector
has gone forever
leaving behind
me and the koel
who will miss you too a lot.

This year
the koel will not sing
it will cry
with me!!

मेरे क़ातिल आप हैं...

थे आप क़ातिल
और मैं मक़तूल,
बनाया फिर भी
ख़ुदा आपको अपना.

अब जब बिखर कर
टूट ही गए हैं फूट गए हैं,
अब तो कह लेने दो
उन अरमानों को बस सपना.

Translation:

You are my slayer...

Although you were my assassin and I was destroyed by you, I still sat you on the pedestal of my heart and elevated to make a deity.

Now that all those fanciful hopes have completely shattered and smashed irreversibly, let us accept them as just dreams!

Hey Bips!

Hey Bipasha! You've done it gal! Hats Off!! What no other heroine or vamp or item girl could do since 1970s in spite of their best efforts(It is next to impossible...)
All you guys with a sharp eye(and I'm sure you have it)will understand and recognize what I'm gesturing at, and agree!
A(-)is easy and anyone can do it. A(I)is comparatively difficult but some can do it. Some more talented ones can even combine a(-) and a(I) to make it a(+). The(o)is something none has done so far except her!
And I'm not a fan but neither am I prejudiced. Something worth an applause must be applauded.
If you dare to differ please substantiate your claim and I promise to loose whatever you say!

PS: Tempted? Need to reconfirm it? Please check the number "Bipasha" from the movie "Jodi Breakers".
No sweat buddies it is playing at all channels 20 times a day!
PPS: I’ll tell next what an impossible thing Salman has done too.

हवा का एक झोंका...

वो ख़लिश वो तपिश वो जुत्सजू
नहीं रही
एक बेसाख्ता सा झोंका
सब कुछ भुला गया.

वो ख़्वाब वो रंग वो ख़ुशबू
नहीं रही
एक बेसाख्ता सा झोंका
सब उड़ा ले गया.

वो ख्वाहिश वो तमन्ना वो आरज़ू
नहीं रही
एक बेसाख्ता सा झोंका
सब कुछ मिटा गया.

वो हसरतें जो झेल चुकी थीं
तूफाँ कई-कई
एक बेसाख्ता सा झोंका
उन्हें साथ ले गया.

Translation:
A blast of wind...

The severity the warmth the yearning
are no more as they used to be
an abrupt gust of wind
took everything along.

The dreams the colours the fragrance
are no more as they used to be
an abrupt gust of wind
flew everything along.

The craving the desire the hope
are no more as they used to be
an abrupt gust of wind
erased everything along.

The inclination which had withstood
many adversities since long
is no more as it used to be
a sudden blast of wind
took everything along.

सेंर्यु-६

गिटार (का) दंभ
पतली है कमर
पुष्ट नितम्ब

Translation:
Senryu-6

Guitar(’s)arrogance
lean is waist
and butt plump

बस एक छोटी सी शिक़ायत...

हूँ शुक्रगुज़ार उसका
उसकी रहमत
उसकी कुदरत

शिक़ायत नहीं है इससे
मेरी क़िस्मत

न ही गिला तुमसे
तुम्हारी फ़ितरत

अफ़सोस ये ही बस
इतना सा

की तन्हा छोड़ गए होते
खुदाहाफिज़ में
रकीबों को शामिल किये बिना!

*Translation:

Just a little grievance ...

I’m so grateful to Him
He is all compassion, all benevolence
the Creator of universe.

I hold no grudges against (it)
how so ever, what so ever
it is my luck and destiny.

Nor do I have a complaint
from you
since I know your nature inside out.

I only moan silently
that you could have provided me some respite
(while)abandoning me in my solitary recluse
if only you had not brought along my rival
(your other lover)
when you bade me final goodbye!

The Barter!

I'll show you mine if you show me yours!:)