A Sonnet

A Sonnet for you I start to write,
and to wing my frozen thought,
Then I think of this story bright,
Just as rhyming as a Ballad.
So I let my mind flow like wind,
Take the form of a Blank Verse,
embellish with words, start to end,
and leave it to you to rehearse.
Flowing free has a beauty though,
I am more inclined towards Limericks,
Be it autumn, rain or snow,
It sings like fountain, own lyrics.
As I pick my pen, and start to write,
My thoughts again,drift to an ode.
Then I look in myself, find you bright,
in a dingy place of my mind's abode.

A Paradox

A new world thrives today,
what a paradox the time brings,
where a free bird lives in fears,
But this little caged bird sings.

Happy in own life's monotone,
Unaware of the world beyond walls.
Knows not how deep fountains dive,
or how it is when autumn falls.

Uninterested in cool morning breeze,
and afraid of new open skies,
How safe,cozy my cage around,
Away from this world's vice.

Once a free bird came to that porch,
Her eyes met caged happy eyes,
Sitting in warmth of feeding hands,
And basking in its own lies.

I will not swap places here,
trade not my will for anything.
My daily risk of survival though,
fear of falling,a broken wing.

She then flew for the higher skies,
And saw from there endless mazes,
Where everybody smiles contended,
But were locked in their silver cages.

In sheer conflict with the norms here,
she was laughed at for feeling free,
She smiled and flew back to her nest,
In a far away jungle, on an old oak tree..

Black lilies

His love was like black lilies,
Intense,warm, but an eternal curse,
An overpowering poisonous omen,
A mysterious poem,a fading verse.

His love was like black lilies,
soothing dream but a blinding light,
A magical spell,a distant echo,
bloomed in dusk,inverted white.

His love was like black lilies,
like nights together,close and intense.
his feigned smile never wilting,
of dark petals,covered with elegance.

His love was like black lilies,
lethal,but was all he'd got,
Not for the gift, to keep with self,
Did he know this? Perhaps he did not..

The Stone Well

A sweet little boy,the family of three.
In a vast place deserted,just a dry old tree.
Behind his yard,lies whole world asleep,
some dark sad woods,and a stone well deep.
Every break of morning,soiled was his gown,
"Did you sneak last night?"her mom did frown.
"There is one like me,some other little kid.
she lived in this house,long before we did."
You can't see her now,but she talks to me,
We play in that well,with a smile said he.
In the night below waters,we are up till dawn.
With the set of morning,she is all just gone.
Don't search for me,I will just be fine,
She likes you as well,would you care to join?
Mom got afraid,in awe she screamed.
she went to her bed,dark eyes she dreamed.
The boy hung himself,that very night,
A calm dead face,and a smile far wide.
Now,with same still eyes,he stands down well,
"Come out my friend,I have things to tell.
It was closed thus far,I have unlocked this door,
We play together now,I am asleep no more".

यहाँ एक गाँव हुआ करता था

ये पक्की ईमारतों के जंगल,

स्याह पत्थरों पे खड़े शहर,

कुछ दूरियाँ बढ़ाती ये सड़कें,

ये अंजान अकेली सी डगर ,

यहाँ एक गाँव हुआ करता था।

इन ईंटों में दबी वो हँसी झूठी,

और अपनापन दूर तक नहीं,

बढ़ती मंज़िलें इमारतों में,

पर हर ओर छाँव की कमी,

यहाँ एक गाँव हुआ करता था।

मोटरों के शोर से गरजती हवाएँ,

ना जाने किस दौड़ में शामिल,

एक भीड़ किधर भागी सुबह से,

लहरों से खुद अंजान ये साहिल,

यहाँ एक गाँव हुआ करता था।

वो गाँव,कुछ धुंधली सी गलियाँ,

इक छोटा बगीचा,वो झोंपड़ी,

आज इमारतें ऊँची,बँगले यहाँ,

पर ज़िंदगी अब खो गई।

लोगो ने बदली सूरतें,थोड़ी आदतें,

बदला कुछ और तो नहीं,

लग गये दरवाज़ों पे ताले ,

और कुछ घड़ियाँ तेज चलने लगीं।

ना होती दौलतें जो,बँगले भी,

तो शायद ज़िंदगी में वक़्त होता,

सूखती न गाँव की नदी अब तक,

आज भी वहीँ नीम का वो पेड़ होता।

Ever Wonder ..?

Ever Wonder why we exist here,
and where lies our goal?
Who started this chain of events,
And put that first black hole?
From where came quanta and cosmos,
And billion other building blocks,
Our time was never linear,
But the circular bent of clocks.
Our past still exists now,
The future has already happened,
Yet,in our blissful thinking,
To our blind faiths we always depend.
Ever existing fake conscience,
And our belief in intuition,
this whole space-time around,
Is nothing,but a dreadful illusion.
We don't exist only here,
we could be in several places,
The real us lies in duality,
Not one,but in million phases.
Far off the reaches of time,
And beyond this endless world,
Our question passes through them,
And every voice goes unheard.
He might have planned every second,
And ticked off the clock,
Then left for place in other reaches,
or as well be here,just to sit and watch.
Behind our veil of ignorance,
We still hold to our irrational blind,
Little do we know,We live in a universe,
Where nothing in our hands,but predestined.
Ever Wonder...?

Down a Rainy Hill

Amidst slow rains,
A walk down hill,
Dark clouds all over,
slow drizzle starts,
All round winds' chill.
Deep in woods,
A walk by tree.
A dive in fountains,
Soul soaks in pure,
this place to be.
It wings up mind,
the smell of wet grass,
an eternal painting,
The hands unseen,
On a live canvas .
Slow drenching self,
In the nature's arm,
An everlasting silence,
yet sense of belonging,
In an endless Charm.
A gush of winds,
Passes through soul,
Bare foot on grass,
eyes up above,
Then, the mists on roll.
What else to say,
In this nature's talk,
Inside lush greens,
In the purest abode,
When a long,lone walk..

Memories

Let us not make memories,
They come and fly by.
Flow deep down and surface,
Then,in moment they die.
The thoughts float on clouds,
They drift to a place,
No boundation on memories ,
of this time and space.
The flashes of the life,
Of days and decade,
Then slowly they slip away,
With memories which fade.
We,shrouded with smiles,
by memories which stay,
But the ones which linger,
Are as painful as they may..

कल उस पार

पैर ज़मीं पर,
इरादे आसमान मे,
अभी तो हम चलें,
कल उस पार मिलेंगे।
जीतने की ज़िद ज़िन्दगी तुझे,
हारने की आदत हमको नहीं,
अब तो इस भाग दौड़ मे,
हम बार बार मिलेंगे।
एक पंछी हैं हम,
इस खुले आसमान के,
तुझसे अक्सर लडेंग़े,
गिरेंगे और फिर उठेंगे।
उन किनारों पे सब शायद ,
अच्छा तो था फिर भी,
आज लहरों में जो उतरे,
तो अब बीच मझधार मिलेंगे।
अभी तो हम चलें ,
कल उस पार मिलेंगे।

What If

If you fall down this cliff,
And for worse change your life?
What if by being else,
You have felt more alive.
What if choosing that turn.
was nothing, but a mistake?
Yet alone, you walked these miles,
In hopes, which now seem fake?
What if the freedom you saw,
Was forever lying as a trap,
Now you know,years down,
With little hope and no escape.
The portal,from this moment to next,
Sings for us, an endless rhyme.
Just a step little on them,
At right place and time.
The course of this story ahead,
Has not one, but endless modes.
The life here, is no miracle,
But,the aggregation of  million odds.

ख़ुदा ने कहीं, मेरे लिए भी..

ख़ुदा ने कहीं, मेरे लिए भी कुछ लिखा होगा ,

यहाँ हैं इम्तेहाँ हरपल,वो हमसे क्यूँ ख़फ़ा होगा।

नज़र अंदाज़ करना पर,उसने सीखा नहीं अब तक,

किसी भी मोड़ पर पलटो ,वहीं पर वो खड़ा होगा।

हम ही एक नासमझ होंगे,अब तक ढूँढा नहीं उस को,

चलो नज़दीक से देखें,इन्ही लकीरों में छुपा होगा।

चलना मेरा फिर भी,और फिर टकराना अंधेरों से,

कहीं उम्मीद तो होगी ,कहीं कुछ तो दिखा होगा।

गुजर जाएगी रात,चलो आज कुछ नज़दीकियां कर लें,

फिर कल के  उजालों में,कश्मकश का सिलसिला होगा।

उम्मीदों के दायरों में उसकी,हमें बंधना नहीं आता ,

शिकायतें कुछ होंगी उसकी भी,जब वो मुझसे मिला होगा।

ये जो चुपचाप से हैं हम,इन्हें खामोशियाँ मत समझो ,

अनकही नाराज़गियां सी होंगी,कहीं शिकवा-गिला होगा।

तलाशो मत, छुपी बातें बहुत हैं,इन वीरान कोनों में,

वहीँ पर हम भी खोए हैं ,शायद उसको पता होगा।

ख़ुदा ने कहीं, मेरे लिए भी कुछ लिखा होगा …

Surrender

I surrender to my own self now,
All resistances I am letting go.
My sun lies far away from here,
Today,to my own blues,I shall glow.
Closing my soul from the world,
My voice echoes again,inside my heart's hollow.
It all falls crumbling,against the universe,
I will walk with myself,calm and slow.
Building up my fortress,away in isolation,

Now with infinite nothingness,I shall grow.
My springs lie far ahead,beyond this life,
Up from my slumber,ahead of this snow.
It takes a toll, against the streams,
Alone with these winds today, I'd flow.

It's all peace inside now, the storms have gone,

The clouds are even,few waves still lie though...

टूटा हुआ तारा

आसमान से टूटा तारा,रग्घू  के घर मुन्नी आयी थी ,
दिया एक जलता था घर में,सन्नाटे की परछाईं थी।
मुन्नी के पैदा होते ही,रग्घू बाहर ये सोच रहा,
सर्दी की ठंडी रातों में,माथे से पसीना पोंछ रहा ।
जब पांच बरस हो जाएगी मुन्नी,तो कहीं काम पर लगवा दूँगा ,
दूर शहर साहब का बँगला,वही मुन्नी को रखवा दूंगा।
मजदूरी तो न होगी उन हाथों,पर झाड़ू -पोंछा तो कर लेगी ,
ज्यादा क्या कमाएगी शायद,पर अपना पेट ही भर लेगी।
माँ की यादों में मुन्नी रोयेगी क्या,लड़की है,खुद संभल जाएगी,
गुड्डे-गुड़िया न होंगे वहाँ, पर नौकरों के बच्चों में पल जाएगी।
भेजेगी कुछ पैसे अक्सर जो,उनसे मुन्ने को पढ़ाऊंगा ,
मुन्ना चार  बरस का हुआ,अब उसे स्कूल भिजवाऊंगा। 
भीतर-बाहर दौड़ेगी मुन्नी,और एक दिन नाक कटायेगी ,
हरिया की नज़रें ठीक नहीं,अपने सिर आफत आएगी। 
कैसे लाऊंगा इतने पैसे,मुन्नी की शादी भी करनी होगी ,
एक और लड़के की इच्छा थी,पर अब ये गलती तो भरनी होगी।
देखा था मुन्ने की माँ ने,काश वो सपना सच्चा होता,
पैदा होते ही मर जाती मुन्नी,तो कितना अच्छा होता।

Who am I ?

Tell me Where I exist,
Or Who am I,
I lie in your smile,
Or walk in your cry?
Don't ask me for wishes,
Or frame me in your heart,
Dark truth I am,
or an endless lie.
Don't think of my face,
for there isn't any.
Of wet eyelids,
Or a never ending joy.
Don't call me in blues,
I may not answer,
Of eyes deep red,
Or heart dead dry.
Don't walk in my arms,
or a kiss in the dark,
A trap it could be,
or a vicious ploy.
Don't search me in mist,
or down your memories,
I am wind,will be gone,
with the blink of your eye.
Tell me Where I exist,
Or Who am I ?

I dream a dream

When it covers with the clouds,all rains it seem,
Then I close my eyes and a dream I dream.
I Jump high mountains and deep rivers cross,
I fly through deserts and sprawling grass.
Visit dark forests,while immortal I feel.
I walk on the skies,I wish it were real.
I float up land and far across worlds,
A dive deep waters,I fly with birds.
Of a soothing rhyme,of an endless song,
I wish,in my dreams,my whole life long.
Dreams break my shackles,and I feel free,
Then this world goes tiny, you too would agree.
Tell me real are my dreams or this world around,
There no walls I knew,here my soul lies bound.
Feel infinite in my dreams,against real me,
I'd rest with them,as my soul would flee.
Then a sudden thud in heart,and loud I scream,
Again I close my eyes, and a dream I dream.

Voyage

It gets a little lonely here,
Inside the maze of my thoughts.
Shredding to my own bits slowly,
Often fighting against odds.
My mind becomes crowded,
As I hear a deep distant cry.
We could step in slumber either,
Or alone in recluse I shall die.
One more chance goes in vein,
While reshaping this past I try.
Standing on shore and waiting again,
For my soul to wing and be ready to fly.
My horizon lies far beyond here,
So turn the page and write no further,
Step close tonight and hold me tight,
For this voyage is our last together.