Zakhm

Main to boond tha sajoya,
main to sari raat soya,
sooraj ki halki roshani ne,
kuch waqt pehle jagaya,
phir jaane kha se kaise,
ek jhoka zor se jo meri daal ko yun cheda,
na jaane kab aur kaise main zameen pe aaya

abhi to main hara hun, abhi to main bhara hun,
bas thodi hi dur bikhra hua,
abhi uss ped se jhada hun.
har toote patte ki tarah meri bas ek hi aas hai,
aasman nahi to kewal ek daal ki pyaas hai,
pankh nahi to kewal ek sahare ki talash hai,
warna meri ye zindagi, bas ek sukhi laash hai.

So close yet so far

I ran far to find my ship,
the ship that sailed to the dreamy shore,
never did i sail, as i waited for the one,
only i ran, more and more...


The best idea is to implement it..don't think much.

The worse will be failure but if you don't start you will never win. Understand that patience is important only when understand the risks. Waiting too much never pays.

Lost

Its a lost soul ashore,lost in wary breeze,

away from the lush,away from the rush,

away from the peaks, away from the creeks,

a pointless breath, a life lost in ease.

questions lie all around, only answers to procure,

whether death is a disease or an ultimate cure?

is life really so crude or its flawless and pure?

is the mortal, weak and crippled, on a mere tour?

A long lost mortal, in cobwebs and rabble,

in chaos who wobbles, amidst the babble

for a heavenly portal, to become immortal,

searching for peace as if its a test,

thoughts of calm after the quest, 

thought of have found a final rest,

in the endless need of desire, 

life will still burn like a live-wire.

Its not just Christmas

From one cell to another cell,

One to converse, the other to dwell,

life gone material as one becomes plastic,

tastes,opinions and thoughts have grown elastic.

The inner sanctums now in dismay,

As the satan lurks for its pray,

The frail, the timid, who hide in the shadows

As if the Satan won’t have his day.

No doubt we sail on a freaking ship,

With unmanned wheels, on the mast we stand,

Vexed by desire, acquainted to fear,

And eyes now look for an inch of land,

Where the anchor of faith can be based,

As the tides are high and resouces effaced,

drooling on past and future presaged,

in the hands of you we lie caged.

You know we lost track of the cause,

We stripped and sacked without a pause,

Above all rules and the laws,

its your raven who guides and caws.

The order by which humanity survives,

As bees in a tangled and lumping hive

Its not just on christmas by the way,

That all the ones out here will pray,

For a future of all even,

We pray for peace and prosperity within.

Amen.

Nani maa

Nani maa

In the memory of my late grandmother who completed her journey of life today.

I wish that stars shine forever as you do,

I wish every day and night blossom with you,

I wish every dream, every fable you told comes true,

I wish if the sweet memories we had could slue,

I wish to find neverland where the dreams accrue,

I wish if I could hide in the hue of you,

I wish I remember the things as you told me to do,

I wish if I could see life as new as a drop of dew,

I wish if I could talk to you for a second or two,

I wish you could look at me today as you always do,

I wish I could regain the time which I mistakenly threw,

I wish I could greet you ‘adieu’ when you went to ‘dieu’,

I wish every grandmother could be like you.

THE GREEN GLASS PANE

The Green Glass Pane

When I was a young lad, I got a new flat, on the seventh floor,

The flat with a nice room and stairs to small attic, and a with wooden doors.

There was one window which showed me the world and the morning bright,

The window by which I drooled on flashing city lights, night after night after night.

When the world around was nice and quiet and everyone looked sane,

When the door was strong and I sat along near the window ,with the green glass pane.

The days were passing swiftly as the air around was brisk,

The night were soothing altogether and occasionally there were mist,

The sky was clean and when the moon sheen, I thought I lived in Eden,

I wondered what the stars felt when they sparkled and startled I even.

When the world around was nice and quiet and everyone looked sane,

When the door was still strong and I sat along near the window, with the green glass pane.

A year later, now, I wonder how the sky has gone so red,

When I wake up in morning, I hear only the sirens, as If the birds are dead,

Smoke more smoke and smoke it is, galloping around in sky,

I waited and waited, looked as far I could but no bird, no clouds pass by.

When the world around had gone dark and quiet and everyone looked in pain,

When the door was strong and I sat along near the window, with dirt on the green glass pane.

As I look down now, I wonder how the city fell prey to the sick and evil,

The fights, the riots, the politics, the frights, all as if medieval,

As my life is my home and I want to keep it per se,

Better if cleaned from blood and violence, deaths and dismay.

When the world around had gone dark and noisy and everyone suffered in pain,

When the door was growing weak and I sat along near the window, with dirty green glass pane.

One morning I woke up, as the shouts were so loud, make heavens fall asunder,

Hundreds and thousands on the street as if the world went roaring voices as thunder,

I don’t know who stroke the nail first but the echo never seemed to stop,

As men and women, old and the children, drenched into blood, drop by drop.

When the world around had gone dark and wild and everyone injured or insane,

When the door was going week and I stood near the window, with blood on the green glass pane.

The other morning I felt tremors and I ran for the door but couldn’t find one inside,

There men in my flat, some whom meant harm and I ran hard to hide,

With not many hope I looked at the top and found the attic with stairs,

I hid inside, as they ransacked my home, and I couldn’t even dare.

When the world around had gone dark and wild and everyone was insane,

When the door was gone and I hid in the attic, far from the green glass pane.

When they ran away, I reached down only to find the ruins and leftover,

The door broken, the window shattered, made me feel like a rover,

I gathered whatever was left and moved on the streets, as there was nothing to weep

With stray dogs around, lying on the ground, I slowly went to sleep.

When the world around had gone dark and barbaric and I was found dead on a lane,

With a key of the door in my blood red hands and a piece of the green glass pane.