एक लहर

कैसा है ये बंधन, जो बनने से पहले टूट जाता है?
कैसी गांठ है यह, जो बंधने से पहले खुल जाती है?
कैसी है यह ख़ामोशी, जो हर सच बयां करती है?
कैसा है यह लम्हा जिसमे सारी ज़िन्दगी बिखर जाती  है?

क्यों हर लहर धरा से मिलने से पहले सिमट जाती है?
क्यों समुन्दर को आशियाँ बना, धरती से को ललचाती है?
यही मर्ज़ी है इस उफनती लहर की, तो क्यों ये इतना मचलती है?
क्यों करती है कोशिश माटी एक कतरे में सामने की?

यह कैसा नाता है बेनाम जिसे कायनात जोड़ती और तोड़ती रहती है?
क्यों इस सन्नाटे को चीरता शोर किसी को सुनाई नहीं देता?
एक पल में हर दर्द किस गहराई में डूब जाता है,
इन लभों पर एक झूठी हँसी खेलने लगती है

और रह जाता है जीवन का एक सच - की यह लहर फिर लौटेगी,
 फिर इस समुन्द्र की गहरायिओं से निकल कर
फिर इस धरा में सिमट जाने को तरसेगी और तब तक मचलेगी
जब तक यह धरा उसे अपना न ले या उसमे समां ना जाये.

Memories

The creaking door leads into an empty courtyard.
The floor is strewn with leaves that have grown crisp with age.
Nothing seems out of place. Yet, none where it was left.
It's all one big picture.
So complete in all its completeness.
It does not feel strange.
No, not strange at all,
for this is not the only that has been ravaged by time.
The clock has ticked on, ages have gone by
still here are smells as fresh as yesterday.
It is what I dream of, a sincere dream,
still only a figment of my imagination.
A single thread that refuses to break, I refuse to let go.
A faint whisper talks about the days gone by -
beautiful, painful, dreams, realities all woven together.
There are those that came true,
there are those that were shattered.
There are those that stayed mine,
there are those that were snatched away.
Each plays before my eyes as I walk on.
There are no complaints, no resigned ambitions now.
What remains is a longing to live it all again,
a hollow desire, an empty wish.

Conversation

There is a sweet nothingness about the way you make me feel,

a gentleness so unknown to me,

a pursuance so alien

Yet you make me more familiar to myself than I can ever be.

Sometimes I know you and at others I don't

Sometimes I think we belong to each other

still there are more that take you away

You, my enigma, are my solution.

Your presence hovering over me

governing my every move, even my breath

your love, your emotions, your fear, all so palpable.

We both sense it, a distance grows and I hate it.

There is so much to say -

so many words, phares, sentences

all suddenly go so quaint and ridiculous before you

Few make any sense and it seems I have never cared.

My silence is my witness

when your thoughts rush in the dead of nights.

I may never own it, it may not seem true

It is in my own ways I have cared and I still do.

There is no logic to these things

I have heard them say and have come to believe so too.

Your life runs by reason

For me you are reason enough.

Bonds and Bondages

purple, yellow, red, orange, pink

a multitude of colors

today, tomorrow, forever..

then Black

radiant music, sinful ecstasy

a cacophony

today, tomorrow, forever..

then Silence

sweet, sour, bitter, smooth

an essence

today, tomorrow, forever..

then Platitude

mirth, tears, frowns

a desire

today, tomorrow, forever..

then Distance

In search of a name

I wrote these lines the other day, they simply flowed out of me as I sat through one of my lectures. It has been a couple of days since I wrote them but what kept me from posting was search of a title for them. But as it is I still am at a loss and hence am posting them without one. Suggestions are welcome :)

Aankhon ne dekha ek chehra, to nagma tarash liya

khwabon mein tasveer ko kuch aise saja liya,

ki banda bhool gaya hakikat ke faslon ko,

har aansun ko khushi ke moti bana gaya.

Aisa sitam na kare khuda koi khudi par,

ki khwabon ko apni sachai samajh kar,

Khud se naaraz hone ki itni khata kar jaye

ki guzaare zindagi fir unhi nagmon se mehroom ho kar.

Iktara

This post is not something that I created. It is just a song that has really touched me, after a very long time a song came so close to my heart, so couldn't help putting it here for my memories...

Orey manva tu to bavra hai
Tu hi jaane tu kya sochta hai
Tu hi jaane tu kya sochta hai bavre
Kyun dikhaye sapne tu sote jaagte

Jo barse sapne boond boond
Nainon ko moond moond
Jo barse sapne boond boond
Nainon ko moond moond
Kaise main chaloon, dekh na sakoon
Anjaane raastein

Gunjasa hai koi iktara iktara, gunjasa hai koi iktara
Dheeme bole koi iktara iktara, dheeme bole koi iktara
Gunjasa hai koi iktara iktara, gunjasa hai koi iktara

Sun rahi hoon sudh budh khoke koi main kahani
Poori kahani hai kya kise hai pata
Main to kisiki hoke yeh bhi na jaani
Ruth hai ye do pal ki ya rehgi sada
kise hai pata… kise hai pata

Jo barse sapne boond boond
Nainon ko moond moond
Jo barse sapne boond boond
Nainon ko moond moond
Kaise main chaloon, dekh na sakoon
Anjaane raastein

Gunjasa hai koi iktara iktara, gunjasa hai koi iktara
Dheeme bole koi iktara iktara, dheeme bole koi iktara
Gunjasa hai koi iktara iktara, gunjasa hai koi iktara

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A Comatose Life

When do the tears stop?

When does the heart refrain?

The flow of question never ebbs,

Then does the search for answers ever begin?

There is a different beauty to life,

Even when the heart is dull

As the senses feel nothing but are

Everything just stays still.

The color of the lenses lie altered

it is a different hue I see.

Still my lips do turn to smile

I still laugh at the irony.

I wish to let go

what my heart still holds dear.

My being lies smeared in wrath and pain

As I still strive to forgive.

I am so tired.

Emotions have turned to emptiness.

My strength does fail me

I can no longer hold on.

Or is it because I no longer wish?