A drop of tear

A drop of tear,

Can sprout millions of lives,

Home a number of species,

Flora and fauna,

And serve as their guardian.

Don’t believe me, eh?

Go to a beach,

Gaze at the infinite blue,

For all I know, the oceans,

Are nothing but a big drop of tear,

Shed from the eye of the god,

For his beloved!

I like the unkempt you

I like you the best when you are just up in the morning,

Without a hint of makeup, the raw you

Disheveled hair covers your face,

A mesh more complicated than the toughest maze

I wonder how you disentangle them with your fingers,

To pull them back down your shoulders.

Your hands gently rub those half-awake brown eyes,

Give them a glittery shine,

Like a jeweler rubs his gems to polish them fine.

The crimson of your cheeks,

Reflects a glow of unparalleled bright,

A view more serene, more beautiful than twilight.

The little redness of your nose,

Intoxicates me, from head to toes,

Makes me want to give you, a rose.

Your wrinkled t-shirt and pyjama,

Has a seductive appeal, an irresistible aroma,

Even a cocktail dress wouldn’t carry such a charisma.

 

I like the unkempt you,

The natural you,

And when your soft pink lips call out my name,

I love you!

An appeal from the Ganges (to the people of Varanasi)

In my far and wide reach, in distance and time,

I’ve grown wiser studying large chunks of history pages,

Witnessed rise and fall of civilizations through stages,

A few words of wisdom for you from my journey through the ages.

 

You live in a city older than history,

Older than tradition,

A test lies ahead. Use your intuition,

Take an informed decision.

 

For this election, all sorts of people will come to you,

Practicers of political nepotism,

Agents of crony capitalism,

Bigots of religious fundamentalism.

 

They’ll try various notions to connect to you,

Sari for the ladies, liquor for men,

Paid advertisements, rating Modi ten on ten

Using money they alter the views of a truthful and just pen.

 

There will be others,

They won’t brag about their might,

Against corruption is their mission to fight,

Their vision is to realize Swaraj as a right

 

Unlike the conventional parties,

They’ll talk about empowering you,

Know them. Discuss. Tell them about your view,

For various perspectives only can take this country through

 

This clash of titans is not about personalities,

The future of your country is at stake,

Your choice has the potential to repair it or to break,

Mai or AAP; which side will you take?

 

I get annoyed to see citizens willing to sell their country,

It pains to see people succumb to the power of note,

This time, ask your conscience before you cast your vote,

Mai or AAP? Give this country a game changing result to quote.

 

Day by day, I get older and near my death,

In the burden of your sins, your filth, your shit, your pee,

I’m doomed. Atleast hear your mother river’s one last plea,

Don’t let your motherland suffer the same fate as me.

 

 

Her

An amalgam of beauty, grace and elegance

Clad in white kurti and peacock blue Patiala

The whole bookstore got mystified by her presence

This dainty damsel radiated such a pious aura

 

A little unkempt hair told she was a whimsical lass

Kohl rimmed brown eyes gave an alluring appeal

Black full rim spectacles made her look an Uber-cool ass

Eloquent lips conveyed an abundance of zeal

 

Two bright Chandeliers dangled from her ears

A Swan pendant enhanced the beauty of her chest

The dazzle of titan raga sparkled on left hand of hers

While her right shimmered with a silver bracelet

 

She smiled as our eyes met for split second

I lowered mine instantly and looked at her feet

The butterfly flats appeared simple and elegant

Watching this lovely lady had been a delightful treat

 

I walked towards her while gazing at the literary fiction section

She was confused with Rushdie in one hand and Kafka in other

I offered help to choose a single book for her collection

Our conversation then went on from one domain to another

 

I was smitten at her depth of knowledge and understanding

She was vocal on almost all topics and had a very fine diction

We kept on talking from Howard Roark to King’s landing

I thoroughly enjoyed the company of this scholar of great distinction

 

Our talk got disrupted by a call from her parents

She promised to meet again and hurriedly left in the crowd

If only she would have been there for a few more moments

I would have recited this poem to her out loud.

दूरियां

एक सफ़र का आगाज़ किया था तुम्हारे साथ

हस्ते गाते अंजाम हासिल करेंगे ऐसी हुई थी बात

कुछ ही दूर चलते ही तुमको हमारी संगत पसंद ना आई

रास्ते की दूसरी और चले गये और बोले की अब ऐसे ही काटेंगे राहें

 

जाने अंजाने में इतनी दूरियां आ गयी है हमारे बीच में

तुम सड़क के ऊस तरफ से मुझसे कुछ कहती हो

बीच में शोर-ओ-गुल के चलते तेरे अल्फ़ाज़ कुछ खो जाते है

मैं अपने हिसाब से समझके इशारो से तुम्हे जवाब देता हूँ

पर तब तक तुम अपनी नज़र दूसरी और फेर लेती हो

 

इतने पास होने के बावजूद भी तेरे साथ का नसीब नही है

मैं फिर भी चलता रहता हू इस सफ़र में यही उम्‍मीद के साथ

की दूर चलके इस रास्ते के दोनो रुख़ मेलन-बा-मरकज़ हो जाये

तेरे मेरे सपने फिर से एक रंग हो जाये!!!

एक लम्बी छुट्टी पे चले!!

कूछ दिन के लिए ये गतिहीन ज़िंदगी से कही दूर भागे

यारो का साथ, एक गाड़ी और जेब मे थोड़ा सा पैसा हो

किसी हिल स्टेशन जाके सुरम्य सी जगह ढूँढके डाले डेरा

की मानो आस पास देखो तो धरती पे स्वर्ग के जैसा हो

 

हर रोज़ पहाड़ो के पीछे से सूरज हमें उठाने को आए

आराम से नींद काट रहा तन ज़रा भी ना हटना चाहे

खींचके रज़ाई दोस्त लोग कहे की उठ जा कमिने

देखनी है विभिन्न जगहे, तय करनी काफ़ी सारी राहें

 

गरमागरम तेज चाय पीकर शरीर को उत्तेजित करके

सुबह की सैर में पतझड़ के पट्टियों को कूचलते हम चले

पर्वत की चोटी से झील के किनारे तक का सफ़र तय करके

बैठ जाए वाहा और किताब पढ़ते हुए आगे का दिन निकले

 

शाम को अलाव के चारो और बैठके शरीर को गर्माहट दिलाते हुए

ठुसे हम तंदूरी चिकन और पीये हम मदिरा

पृष्ठभूमि में कोई रेडियो पे गाने चलाए

सुने हम रहमान साहब, बॉब डिलेन और शकीरा

 

मन मे छिपी हुई बातों को निगाहें बता दे

खामोशी में बयान हो जाए सभी कहानियाँ

दिल की आवाज़ एक दूसरे तक पोहचे

बकचोदी में मिट जाए सारी तनहाईयाँ

 

ऐसे यादगार लम्हे बीतें उन दिनो में

की मस्ती के बाद जब वापिस हम आए

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