Hope

Looking out of the window, as things pass by,
Wishing we could survive this catastrophe.
The one which looked impossible at first,
But the whole words is interlinked by hope.

One day ,It all connects as you will see ,
The highs ,the lows ,the rise and the fall .
Some ends which rise as a whole new world,
And some good byes come with leaving it all .

We all hit and try ,and choices we make ,
And choices will come with smiles and scar,
These wounds of the lives, we have to endure ,
The hopes ,the despairs  brought us thus far.

उलझनें

थोड़ा ठहरूं, या चलता रहूं उस पार तक,
खो गईं , क्यूं अब दिखती नहीं वो मंजिलें।
लौट जाऊं,या यूं ही वक़्त गुजारूं शाम तक,
कुछ और ही हैं, मेरी ज़िन्दगी की उलझनें।

थोड़ा डरता था अब तक, पर अब चल पडूंगा,
जहां तुम ना सही, पर आसमां तो होगा सिर छुपाने को,
अलग दिखूंगा भीड़ में , पर शायद अकेला नहीं ,
तुम्हारी कुछ यादें रख ली हैं ,साथ आने को।

A lonely bench

Flanked by all blues,
A lonely bench in the park.

Waits there in the woods,
As it rains and grows dark.

Hopes for someone to stay longer,
Not a few visits by strangers,
Lies there and watches silently ,
As the day passes, and years.

Many decades it has witnessed,
Many seasons buried inside.
A few more versions of its stories,
Than what meets the eyes.

As the painted layers peel off,
It breaks and falls piece by piece,
Slowly will turn in a debris too ,
and all it's existence will cease.

Frozen in time and watches the world,
Cries inside as ticks the clock.
Then forces a smile and silently wishes,
If only it could talk ...

Diarrhea

There is beauty in destruction,

There is beauty in the pain .
As the stomach grumbles ,
With frowns and disdain .

Yet it starts bloating up ,
Fills up like hot balloon.
You might call it embarrassing,
But I call it a boon .

Runs down like a fountain,
It empties with thunder and rains ,
clears of whatever you had eaten,
Just let it go, you can't restrain.

Though it feels like it took away ,
The last remains of strength .
Drop by drop it goes out,
After traveling through intestinal length.

You become star of the day,
With the washroom you high-jack.
You create your own rainbow,
With particles red ,green and black .

It leaves no traces though,
but few splatters on commode,
The flush wipes the whole creation,
After you released all your load .

There is light at the end of tunnel,
Post one go, feels like time to celebrate.
But ,you just sit there after washing up ,

For the next call you wait !

Tragic tale

A tragic tale,
Her tears burst.
She is used at times,
Then left to rust.
Some lustfull eyes,
Stuck at her bosom,
Commented upon,
She is treated like dust.
lured to some pennies,
Like an object,
Her body is played with,
and feelings crushed.
She too is a human,
In our world.
Yet, she cries silently,
losing her trust !

A little kid in that train

Moves from coach to coach,
A Little kid in that train,
For some coins he sings,
And tries hard to entertain.
People laugh and clap,
But he dreams of a day,
When he smiles and laughs too,
As much as he may.
Fear of survival lies ahead,
Dull face, blank eyes,
Returns empty handed today,
Sleeps without food and cries.
A little kid in that train,
Tries hard to entertain..

लहरें

रुकी हुई सी लहर, तुम अब कहां जाओगी ,
वापस समंदर में बहोगी, या किनारों पे लौट आओगी ?
बहुत फर्क तो नहीं तुम्हारी और मेरी जिंदगी में,
पता नहीं कहां से चली , और कभी रुक पाओगी ?

तमाम साहिल तो मिले होंगे तुमको भी,
कुछ कहानियां , कुछ किस्से क्या मुझे सुनाओगी ?
देखा भी होगा पलट के किनारों की ओर ,
फिर तूफानों में घिरी होगी, और समंदर में लौट जाओगी।

यूं तो सदियों के सफर का तजुर्बा तुमको,
पर आज मेरी जिंदगी की किताबें खोलें?
हजारों राज़ छुपे हैं, हमारे भी सीने में,
थोड़ा फुरसत से तुम बैठो , फिर कुछ हम बोलें ?

पर तुम उलझनों के समंदर में, हम खामोशियों के दायरों में,
मुमकिन नहीं शायद, की अब हम कुछ बात करें,
वक़्त की आंधियों में, लिपटी हमारी जिंदगी,
अब कैसे ये फासले तय करें, और फिर मुलाकात करें।