aansun

jo bahe jal nischal
woh hazaron khayalon se behtar

dharm

kiska dharm kya hai
yeh main na janoon
lekin jo dharm duniya ne tay kiya
woh main na manoon

bewakoofi

kuch sawalon ka jawab nahi
bas sar jhukaye khade hain
kuch jhakmon ka ilaaz nahi
bas dard sambhale khade hain

jo dikhai de gayi
har us lau main jale hain
duniya kahe buzdili hai
hum ganvar
buzdili seene se laga chale hain

naseehat

ek baar jo karke pachhtaaye
woh dobara na karenge

des-vides

parinda ud nikala tha
apna des paraya kar

naye des main dera lagaya
apna banaya

jaane anjane
kuch chehre pehchane
seekhen seekhin
jodi yaadein kuch khatti-meethin

ab samay ho chala
apne des se toot parinda
paraye des judne chala

talaash

dhoondh main khoya panchi
talashe khula aasmaan
ke ek baar phir
woh ud sake befikr

Morning annoyance

I dont like it when people take my ideas and use them to impress authority, on others and me. Do not like that at all.

samay

duniya ke ik kone main
koi ghadiyaan gin raha tha shayad
ki pal jaldi nikal jayen
duniye ke ik aur kone main
koi is koshish main laga tha
ki pal tham jayen

aansoon

aankh main is baat par aaya
ki sab kuch samne bikhar gaya
aur koi kuch nahi kar paya

seva

hum yeh soch us rah chale
ki hamare haath bhi kuch bhala ho jaye
ek phool khil jaye
ek jingadi ban jaye

vidambana

ek aakh main aansoon tha
ek aankh main aas
dil bechara aas se bandha tha
aansoon ka saath na de saka tha

tathya

jitni badi nadi
utni door kinare

(tathya == fact)

sawal

aap ko ya aapne aap ko
apno ko ya zamane ko
takdeer ko ya tadbeer ko
hum kaise dosh den
aur kaise nirdosh kahen

(playing with words)

Majak

log kahte hain aap samajh jaiye
is baat par apni jindagi na gavan-ee-ye
hum kahte hain jis cheez ko aap nahi samajhte
woh hume na samjhaiye

(gavan-ee-ye == waste)

The Binding

Where the creek flows below 30th, there's a bench that overlooks the scott carpenter's park. Further down, the water level has receded and so one can sit on the stones at the bank. Today I had taken off early from work. I dropped my colleague and after not finding the friend at the house, I made my way to the creek. Sunlight bounced on the waters. The ripples looked like cloaks of darkness running away to somewhere. There was a line of stones where the water fell and made it's way around, becoming froth and bubbles. Once in a while a droplet would rise and fall on the skin, leaving a cool sensation. A girl came and sat behind me at a distance, reading some book. A man came by and put his fishing rod in the current, a few times, impatiently. A couple of dogs came to the other side of the bank and lapped up some water. Up on the scott carpenter's park hill, a family lay down, a little girl ran playfully. The leaves waved a little, the tree trunks stood still, and the water flowed generously, the mild roar drowning all other activity in the mind, every once in a while.

Watching the waters make their way, it occurred to me that memories are what bind me to what I am bound to.

bacche

khula akash tera
tere liye hota roz savera
aiye ameer
tere hone se hi yeh duniya hai
tu zara aankhen khol kar toh dekh
teri zindagi se roshan aur zindagiyaan hain

chakki

har subah wahi maidan khade hum
har subah wahi jung lad rahe hum

The Point

My friend and I, we were looking over a creek flow by. The water was clear so you could see the bed, the stones. Night had brought a certain silence; the flowing water felt more loud. We talked about how life is a one way street, like that creek. Flowing fast and not stopping for anyone, anything. How some of us are the stones, stuck somewhere and the water is rushing over us, beyond us. How some others are leaves, floating madly in the waves. How a lot of times the stones or the leaves have no control, and are at the mercy of the water. The water kept flowing, ripples and all, endlessly, a new cycle every moment.

When we are parted by death or life, it seems impossible to carry on if the attachment is deep. It feels the void cannot be filled, the loss is unbearable, the stuckness is insurmountable. Yet some time later we find we have become attached to other things, people. That what hurt so much then, doesn't anymore. One might ask what's the point then? Many mouths, many answers but none satisfies. Each answer is tailored to ones own learning, experiences, habits.

Meanwhile, I am the stone who tried to change the course of the water, and is trying to become the leaf. And the water's kicking my butt.

chutki

mohabbat main takalluf na ki jiye
thora dil khol kar to dijiye

(chutki == cheesy? maybe)

Aas

har purani chot ka
ab bas nishan hi baki hai
toh is aas main hum chale
ki kal baki dard nahi
bas nishan rahega

cheekh

ek boond ki cheekh us dariya main gum
jahan har boond ki khushi
woh dariya tay karta hai