Wednesday, December 24, 2014

ख़ामोशी कुछ ऐसे ख़ामोश हुई

उस दिन 
ख़ामोशी कुछ ऐसे ख़ामोश हुई 
की दिल का धड़कना और 
पत्तों का झड़ना भी 
शोर लगने लगा 

Us din 
khamoshi Kuch Aise khamosh hui
Ki dil ka dhadakna aur 
Patto ka jhadna bhi 
Shor lagne laga. 

Thursday, December 18, 2014

dhoondh raha hoon

ढूंढ रहा हूँ उसे जिसने आसमां रंगा है
वो रंग मुझे कोरे कागज़ में भरने हैं

जज़्बात बनानेवाला कहीं छुपके बैठा है
मिले तो दो बूँद जज़्बात सियाही में डालूं

**** Transliteration ****
Dhoondh raha hoon use jisne aasmaan ranga hai
wo rang mujhe kore kaagaz mein bharne hain

Jazbaat bananewala kahin chhupke baitha hai
mile to do boond jazbaat siyahi mein daalun

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

A small step, a giant leap

I notice a spring in my step, hitherto unknown.
A small step towards what I love
is a giant leap expanding a magnificent life.

Monday, December 08, 2014

Sacred Space

From time to time
I reach that space,
the sanctum sanctorum,
the void of life,
the emptiness
brimming with fullness,
the womb of creation,
where words write
their own requiem,
as they fall graciously
like leaves
on the altar of autumn.

From that space
come to me,
random pearls
that I string together
and emerge on the surface,
a jubilant diver
with the necklace of poetry.

Monday, December 01, 2014

The cycle of love, crudely

A boy met a girl.
The meeting sparked interest.
Interest bred infatuation.
Infatuation brought happiness.

He made her feel beautiful,
she made him feel important.
They massaged each other’s ego
in an unspoken agreement
of quid pro quo
and called it ‘love’.

They heaped lavish praises
and made eternal promises,
they gave much more
than what was bargained for.
The excess deposits
were absorbed and stashed
in the bank of happy memories.

Promises got them closer.
Closeness enhanced familiarity
which revealed imperfection
and brought judgments
which gave rise to arguments.
Arguments distanced them.

Fingers were pointed and
bloated egos were pricked.
Both went bankrupt when
the deposits were withdrawn.

They went about looking
for a new ‘love’
to refill their coffers. 

Thursday, November 20, 2014

The beginning of the end of mind

My thoughts are louder
than your words.
They float about randomly
not letting me
truly listen to you.

These noiseless noises,
are louder than
the whispers of life,
chirps of birds,
or fragrance of flowers.

They make me a
stationary vagabond,
worrying for the future,
hurting from the past,
whisking me away
from where 'I am'.

They suck life
out of life,
and create a pseudo world
much less potent
and lively than life
and then enslave me
in their fiction.

But now I know better
than to believe
in their fleeting illusions.
The mind knows that
its time is up
and is coming back
with a vengeance.

This poem was selected by Destiny Poets UK for the "Highly Commended" section for November 2014. 

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Shashi Kapoor at Prithvi Theatre

Saw Shashi Kapoor at Prithvi Theatre Mumbai on 16th Nov.

Once called the incorrigible flirt and of course one of the better looking actors of his time was a shadow of himself, sucked in by age, bloated by weight, wheelchair bound, lacking in vitality, senses receding, listening to people whispering appreciation in his ears as if they woke him up from some open-eyed slumber and clicking his snaps as if to entomb him in their memory before his actual end. I took my phone out too to snap him but somehow couldn't; I couldn't make him the relic of an erstwhile glory.

Long live Shashi Kapoor. Keh doon tumhe ya chup rahoon...