akal

jindagi jinko samajh aa gayi
un logon ki phehrist main
shamil hum nahin
kya ik baar jeete hain hum
sau baar janam nahi?

phehrist = list
akal = intelligence

continuity

so it ends
into the endless
and so it begins

-random

antar

vishwas nahi hota
ki mujhmain bhi chupe hain angar kahin
aiye aa-ee-ne tu phir se dekh
teri nazaron ko kahin dhoka toh nahi?

- bas yun hi

:)

touch of the sun

main aur kya kahon
ehsason ke samandar main
paani hi paani hai

- as one of my friends would say.. kya value add kiya?

badlav

nayi jagah mili, yaar mile, nayi maujen milin
lekin ajeeb si baat hai
phir se juda waise man nahi

jab hari ghans par kabhi dophar ki girti dhoop dekh kar
kabhi aasmaan phaili raat ke chamakte tare dekh kar
man yuhin bhar jata tha
aaj bhi din wahi, raat wahi, mausam wahi
par phir se juda waise man nahi

jab kuch yaaden yuhin aa jaati hain
man khali sa ho jaata hai
kabhi kuch der mile raston se bani
tang galiyon main kho jaata hai
raste yaar jagah manjilen
sab badal gaye hain
lekin dil ke kuch kone hain shayad
jinmain badle hum nahin

mauj=waves,joy

chauk

wahi sooraj wahi dharti
kuch kadam chal rahe hum wahin
na jaane kyun
kabhi main nahi mila
kabhi tum nahi
kabhi waqt nahi mila
aur kabhi man nahi

- took inspiration from the poetry in zindagi
na milegi dobara, to write something

monsoon

it rains here now, these days
I made a visit to a store in the evening after dark
as it rained.
the roads were empty
on the highway ahead, some traffic passed by
As I turned a lane, it seemed to fall silently
though it made a splatter on the buildings
some leaves there.
I was reminded of another times
when it snowed
it got very quiet.
When I reached the stores
there were people, traffic
lights and honks
as it rained.

bhool dhool

chehre thame nahi
badalte gaye
faiz bhool the
chehre chehre tah gaye
faiz dhool the
chehre chehre rah gaye

- bah, just wanted to write.

:)

It is like the touch of the sun
during the winter month.
Warm, peaceful, it seeps in quietly
lighting up the darkness behind the eyes
only if, momentarily.

-touch of the sun

the bells

I step into the river of breeze on the terrace.
Some bells tinker in the distance,
moonlit white, it's a quiet night otherwise.
Them stars afar, tinker silently
reminding who is the passerby.
Immovable, their light is ageless
millions have gone, and millions will come by
it's humbling
it's wonderful, this night sky
wind chimes tinker nearby

the house

they came one by one
and they left
now this is a house full
of memories
and the corners of cobwebs
once in a while
when fresh air flows by
them corners reveal
the past gone by
such is the circle of life
what came has to go
what goes
never comes by

and so it is

this year, the summer seems early
warm winds flow now
the throat feels dry
it's a mountain climb
the day's friendly
and a blue arched sky

where I came from
where I will be
those thoughts disppear
it's a story for another try
but this noon I am here
and so it is
for this noon, this day
this night sky

Fatigue

the days have been tough
o starry night
the song of the river is forgotten
in this madness of a life

the days have been rough
o starry night
there hasn't been a respite
so merciless, this war

for what do we live
for what do we fight
you owe an answer
o starry night