Saturday, September 12, 2009

Uska Chhehra

इस दिल का धडकना अब जरूरत है
हाय कैसे बताएं हम यह हाले दिल
जिस वक्त ये एहसास हुआ
कि वो कितनी खूबसूरत है

चाँद तो सोया हुआ है
कुदरत के आँचल में
अजीब सी मासूमियत है
दिल के इस हलचल में

मखमली चादर लपेटे आई ये रात है
ख्वाब बुनता शीशों के माफिक
चेहरा जो देखूं उसका सुहाना
आज ऐसी फितरत इस आशिक की है

चंदन लपेटे पहली किरनें
उसकी यादों के झरोखे
आज आ मुझपर गिरी हैं
खिलखिलाते खुशियाँ संजोते

मोतियों के रास्ते हैं
जो तुम्हारे संग चले हैं
आज तनहाइयों से बरी
आसमान पैरों तले है

साथ यह छूट ना जाए
बस दुआ ये lub संजोती
वजूद अपना मिल ना सका था
अगर जो संग मेरे तुम ना होती

Friday, September 11, 2009

Suspension of Disbelief

Incipient laughter of life
He smiles and looks at his wards in rife
Is there a moment although very brief
when thou lord is not under suspension of disbelief

His creation is at the throes of warring paths
some appointed sentinels of the massacre and others aghast
Will he cry over the deads in a heap
when thou lord is not under suspension of disbelief

The playwright so immaculate
and his play so difficult to insinuate
will he watch the humanity trudge in a sorry creep
when thou lord is not under suspension of disbelief

I am mortal yet I am God
in a setting inherently so odd
Will he watch my last strain of blood drip
when thou lord is not under suspension of disbelief

Sullen slumber has us in shackles
Our heads against the bloody barrels
Will he watch silently slip us in this perfidious grip
when thou lord is not under suspension of disbelief

Monday, September 7, 2009

The call!

The wheel is rolling
and a languid betrothal pulls me
sublime evenings lie subverted
losing out on what I want to be

Callous, I run amok
the culdesac my only friend
I keep eluding the light
but still craving for that little bend

the ephemeral crevice haunts me
the only chance which's waiting eternally
compunction peels me from within
begetting emotions full of melancholy

The first rays of light, the vedic rhymes and a unique source of life
a part of my flesh adjudicating retribution
I dream of a day
when emancipation dawns on my commotion

I want to join the river
the flow which gave me wings
inevitably I flew in here
dying to break off and be among the kings.