Some of my thoughts

सपने

2010-09-01T11:52:00.000-07:00

बादल के एक कोने में, पलकों को अपनी मूँद,

अपनी बारी का इंतज़ार करती , थी मैं एक छोटी सी बूँद.

जा मिलना था मुझे उस गिरती बारिश के साथ,

पहुँचना था धरा, करनी थी सपनों से बात.

घूमना था ख़ानाबदोश सा मुझे, बनके नदिया का पानी,

या फिर सागर के तल जा, सुलझानी थी कोई कहानी.

या बनना था जीवन मुझे, किसी खेत में उगती अलसी का,

या बुझानी थी प्यास किसी मुसाफ़िर की, बन शीत जल एक कलसी का.

या बनके कूची का कोई रंग, देनी थी किसी तस्वीर को आवाज़,

या समा के बीच इक जलतरंग, देनी थी किसी बंदिश को साज़.

बादल की एक गर्जन ने, सपनों से मुझे जगाया,

शुरू किया मैंने सफ़र, और खुद को उड़ता पाया.

हवा के झोंकों से मेरी, कुछ बदलती जाती थी डगर,

डर सा आया कुछ मेरे ज़ेहन में, कहाँ ले जा रहा था ये सफ़र.

क्या हुआ कहीं अगर मुझे, मिल न पाएं सागर नदी,

बन न जाऊँ छोटी सी पोखर, मैं किसी कूचे गली.

क्या हुआ कहीं अगर मुझे, मिल न सके खेत और खलिहान,

मिल न जाऊँ मिटटी में मैं, कहीं किसी सेहरा वीरान.

ज़हमत के इस अंधियारे में, कुछ उजाला यूँ मुस्कुराया,

जब सबा की सुहबत में, दूर मुझे सूरज नज़र आया.

देखा झाँक के मुझमें उसने, नेक था मेरा ईमान,

मुझमे सिमटे सपनों से फिर, उसने रंग दिया ये आसमान.

और दिया ये आसरा, कि हों इरादे नेक अगर,

मुश्किलें हल हों जाती हैं, और खुद ही बन जाती है इक डगर.

बनना भी हो पोखर एक छोटी, होना है वो सबसे आसान,

खेलेंगे जब बच्चे उसमें, बस बन जाना है उनकी मुस्कान.

ना दे भी सकूं अगर मैं, किसी बंदिश को कभी साज़,

कोयल के गाने का साथ दे देगी, मेरी रिमझिम की आवाज़.

और मिलना भी हो अगर मिटटी मैं मुझे, ना उसमें समाये रह जाना है,

बनके खुशबू इक सौंधी सी, इस फिज़ा को मुझे महकाना है.

तेज़ है हवा अब भी मगर, नहीं रहा ज़ेहन में डर,

मिल गयी थी दिशा मुझे, और मिल गयी थी इक डगर.

The Unspoken

2009-09-27T22:33:00.000-07:00

I know, sometimes it is hard,

To find the right words,

To say what’s in your heart,

And let your voice heard.

To tell her that she is,

The reason for your smile,

That when she is besides you,

You can walk a thousand miles.

That the moments you spend with her,

Urge Time to think, awhile it could rest,

That when you see the Sun go down together,

You wish It would never set.

That the simplicity in her values,

Gives Grace a humble pride,

When you see the smile on her countenance,

You know how Life looks like.

It would’ve been really nice,

If Silence had its speech,

And the words you do not say,

In your heart if she could seek.

I just wish it weren’t too hard,

To find those right words,

To say what’s in your heart

And let your voice heard.

बूँदें

2009-03-07T23:18:00.000-08:00

फिर आज रात बरसात आई है,
बूंदों में समेटे जाने कितनी यादें लायी है,
कुछ आँखों को अपनी नमी,
कुछ होंठों को अपनी मुस्कान फिर याद आई है।

लायी है वो अपने साथ,
गीली मिटटी की एक सौंधी सी खुशबू,
वो कागज़ की नाव बनाते हाथ,
वो हर बारिश में भीग जाने की आरज़ू।

वो सौंधी खुशबू जो भूल सी गई है कहीं,
ज़िन्दगी की इस दौड़ में,
वो नन्ही आरज़ू जो मुरझा सी गई है कहीं,
मन्ज़िलों की इस पौध में।

वो आरज़ू जो थी सच से भी सच्ची,
अब उसको नहीं खोना है,
इन बूंदों में हैं जैसे सिमटे लम्हें,
मुझे तो बस वैसे ही जीना है।

Gift of Life

2008-12-19T10:45:00.000-08:00

While a sea has its waves and a river has its fall,

There was a small pond of water, that was always at stall.

Sometimes the pond wondered, what it would be like,

To move like a river, and have sea like tides.

Dream it would often, as an ocean so deep,

And as water abound, moving down the steep.

One fine evening, as the sun set in the skies,

Near the pond came a girl, with two beautiful eyes.

Her eyes looked so pure, free from any guise,

Every time the pond averted, they called for a reprise.

Her eyes reflected a journey, no river could describe,

Leave aside ocean, they were as deep as the skies.

Forever the pond had wished, to move and sway and tide,

All it wanted now was to sit there all its life.

The pond though knew in heart, such moments often cease,

The eyes, as if heard that, and a tear they released.

A tear with her heart, encased in a tiny whit,

A tear meant for the pond, for it to be kept as a gift.

It tasted sure like ocean, and was as pure as the shrine,

With the silence of a river, it was pond’s gift of all times.

It became a part of the pond, within it as it pervade,

It fulfilled all the wishes, pond had ever made.

The tear gave the pond, a new meaning to its life,

Remembered the pond forever, those ‘beautiful eyes’.

Impressions

2008-04-20T11:29:00.000-07:00

For some, I was a whisper often lost,

For others, I was silence with no prods.

But for him, I was the words he never said,

And for her, I was his eyes, she always read.

For some, I was time that sure becomes past,

For others, I was seconds that fly so fast.

But for her, I was the hours she waited for him,

And for him, the moments he brought her a grin.

For some I was a tear in the eye,

For others I was a moment of goodbye.

But for them I was a smile they always wore,

A smile that said all, a smile to adore

Fortunate I was to be part of their lives.

Without them, I wouldn’t have survived.

Some evince me by roses, some by doves,

But for them I was Love, for them I was love.

Before Sunrise

2007-05-11T23:18:00.000-07:00

As the World goes asleep, I open my eyes,

Moon they call me, I adorn the skies.

Different is my Garb, as I am born each night,

My soul remains the same, changes only the sight.

Fortunate I am, my living is worth,

I revolve around you ‘O beautiful Earth’.

So charming are your looks, virtues you’ve rife,

Lives evolve in you, you are full of life.

Parted we might be, Separate we are not,

I am bond to you, inconspicuous is the knot.

Respect I the Fact, and regrets I have none,

What I feel for you, You feel for the Sun.

Never should you shed a tear, is my prime concern,

Honest are my feelings, I expect no returns.

Sometimes I hide behind the clouds, when I feel pain.

But tears I can’t hide; they fall as rain.

But I always wear a smile; I have a reason for mirth,

In my Heart you shall reside ‘O Beautiful Earth’.

The Sun is about to rise, soon shall I fade,

I shall live with the memories, they never evade.

Generous is the Sun, He values my feelings,

As I eclipse Him, He presents you the Ring.

Remember me if you can, as a period of spring,

As a Light in the Dark, as a shine of your Ring.

A Pearl is Forever

2007-03-31T23:40:00.000-07:00

Lifeless I may be, for emotions I detain,

I too have a story though; I am a small sand grain.

As I lay under the clouds, smiling in pain,

From Heaven you descend ‘O Drop of Rain’.

The thunder grows louder and the sky gets bright,

As they witness both of us, taking The Plight.

Divine was your touch that mellowed my heart.

Treasure I shall forever this journey we embark.

Wanderer I was, you gave me an aim.

Merrily we move, putting each obstacle to shame.

Meandering past hurdles as we advance,

Approaches a waterfall, we’re caught in a trance.

I pray for you, against death as we race.

You hold me tightly, as if its last embrace.

Fortunate I am, I can share your moments,

Speed you might have lost, all love is unspent.

Cherish I shall evermore, days and nights we spend.

Apprehensive I get seldom, every journey has its end.

The Sky beckons you, and so does the Paradise.

Helpless I sink, as I see you vaporize.

Futile I was, you transformed me into silt.

I could never see you again, is my only guilt.

What is life, without some hope!

Hope rekindles; in an oyster I elope.

The Oyster sheds tears, as memories I gather.

The Moments shall live in me, as a Pearl Forever.

Priceless I may be, for emotions I retain.

I still wait for you ‘O Drop of Rain’.

You are Life and Life is You

2007-03-21T07:02:00.000-07:00

Confused I am as I cogitate,

Whom can I liken you; my soul mate!

Drops of the first rain that never lose charm,

Or Waves of the Sea that mesmerize all.

Fire of the hearth that makes abodes warm,

Or Stroke of the Lightning making farmers enthrall.

Gentle Breeze that brings you a smile,

Or the Tempest that makes a voyage worthwhile.

Smile of a mother holding her baby,

Or the Laughter of a Clown deceiving many.

Tears of a mother when her son departs,

Or Tears of a Father when his son makes a mark.

Red color of the Roses, that makes a love thrive,

Or Red color of the blood, that gives us our lives.

Myriad are the ways I tend to conceive you,

Still greater are your virtues as time unfolds you.

My confusion evanesces as I miss you,

You are Life and Life is you.