Kahan jana hai
Kahan ja rahi hun
Kaise jana hai
Kaise ja rahi hun
Jo kar rahi hun
Kya theek hai?
Jo chahti hun
Kya nazdeek hai?
Jo saath hai
Uska ehsaas nahi
Jo door hai
Uski aas hai
Kuch sunna hai
Kuch kehna bhi
Kuch pana bhi
Kuch khona bhi
Kabhi yeh
Kabhi woh
Milega kab
Chahiye hai jo!!!
Na badli hai ...Na badlegi
Na jhuki hai ...Na jhukegi
Hai aisi ik railgadi duniya yeh
Jo na ruki hai ....Na rukegi
Ise toh chalna hai
Ise toh badna hai
Befiqr kaun aya hai
Befiqr kise jana hai...
Bandhe hai jaise samay ke jaal mein
Ruke hai jaise ek intezaar mein
Jo khatm ho kar bhi khatm nahi hota
Vaise hi is anant sansar mein
Zakhm yeh de toh jati hai
Zakh par bhar nahi jati
Zindagi woh sikhati hai
Jo maut sikha nahi pati
Sikhati hai yeh jana paar us oonche padav ke
Saamne aate hi jiske maut ghutne tek deti hai
Zindagi humein us aasma ke par jana bhi sikhati hai..
Uljha deti hai yeh
Par sabki zaroorat hai
Jaisi bhi ho par
yeh zindagi khubsoorat hai...
Toh jaagna har subah, khushi ki us kiran ke saath
Jo 'gar roshan karti hai, un chup chap lamho ko
Doobna use bhi hai raat ke un andhero mein
Chodna mat magar tum is dar se zindagi ko jeene ko...
A melody, but no lyrics
the sunrise,a wordless song
the sun emerging from the mountain bed
faintly humming.. all along
Facing the fading darkness
On a rock, I sit forlorn
Dim dolour.. within me
I assay the crack of dawn
The dove slowly carves the air
above me... way up high
the loneliness mildly broken
the solitude becomes a sigh
I carelessly fondle the wet surface
my toe, my feet... hesitating
i force myself unwilling
into the water.. meditating
The river,in time, has softened
the coarse pebbles beneath my feet
the water between my legs, gushes
a humble thrust to my being
I shiver in the biting wetness
my breath afresh I breathe
I take all in so slowly
This moment a lifetime conceals
As i step out of the stream
pink freshness covers my limbs
the water drenches my soul
my being as pink, as pure
I lie down content and tired
soft grass tickles my back
I stretch my arms wide open
I lack,now, any lack
The streams the ocean brim up
something my void fulfills
The pounding in my bosom
New life,for once, instills
The earth beneath me carries
the burden of life awry
The gulf betwixt irrelevant
I spread and embrace the sky
I do not wish to see now
Anymore, opine my eyes
In sweet forgetfulness, lying
will all for me suffice
My face beaded with droplets
my forehead, with nature anointed
I breathe and breathe and breathe
Clothed, I thus, lie naked
The sun rays from the zenith
from the heavens do pry
Slowly they steal my wetness
Yet slowly I am soaked dry
The warmth is like mother's touch
Her palm on the throbbing forehead
the snow on my soul has melted
Cherished nothing is left instead...
How can you tell…
The maroon from the red
The wheat from the bread
The puddle from the pond
The loved from the fond
The roving from the still
The predator from the kill
The oxygen from the breath
The real from the step
The food from the crops
The rain from dewdrops
The sky from the earth
The last from the first
The eye from the sight
The black from the white
The enemy from the mentor
The fringe from the center
The paint from the hue
The I from the You
The fleeting from the caught
The unresolved from the sort
The many from the few
The one from the two
The dimple from the tear
The sacrilege from that revered
The caress from the handshake
The lover from the rake
For everything seems inter-meshed
From gay laughter to wretchedness
From the natural to insinuation
Is it love or infatuation?
The line that divides
The opposite might also be right
The safe from the danger
The self or the doppelganger?
This moment from that past
The miniscule from the vast
You say it is the best
Are you certain about rest?
Echo in Vain
A whistle that bought you trotting
A call you never ignored
A noise you knew was mine
A faith you always bore
And so I whistle again
And so I call your name
But the sound of my voice just lingers
To echo.. in vain
The mornings that you woke me early
Await in lonely fashion
The things you left behind
Remind me of your absence
Weeps the bowl you ate in
Weeps the tattered toy
Weeps the morning newspaper
And so... weep I.
The rain goes and comes
So does the darkness of the night
The stars which once twinkled above
Disappear in the morning light
Why did my star had to see
So early the light of the day
Looking up every night why
for a glimpse I search I pray
Like a ball that I threw towards the sky
You flew away to infinity
With open hands now I wait
Why do you defy gravity?
And so I whistle again
And so I call your name
But the sound of my voice just lingers
To echo... in vain.
A few days and a life is different
A second later something transforms
Break a thousand hour glasses
The sands of time wont cease to fall
They roll their windows up
Hold tight there umbrellas as they walk
Lose there shades in the yesterday of sunshine
The dust settles over the sunblock
Winds of change strangle the flickering candle
What enmity, what fowl play?
The hands of the l'il clock on the wall
Mould him everyday,tune him,control him
And he can not but play-
The puppet of time
End of another month,
She turns the page on the calendar
A swish of her hand, come autumn.
It was summer a page before.
Her laugh's a cough now
Her playful twirling skirt but a stupor
She lies in bed and beside her
He holds her hand another time
Lost and Found and lost again
No craftsman can work so fine
To reverse the slip, the spill, the fall, the loss
That could bring back time
They try to adjust the 'hands' the 'pages'
They try to invent the time machine
She shuts her eyes, in vain does he tighten his grip
And before he knows it -its time.