While You Rest

Remembrances...
A wild laugh, needling rain, choked breath, flashes of pain.
Memories slumber, dreams drain!
A past I hold, tied to my back.
A heavy bulging, under the skin, sack
I walk past the stories, of flowers and song
A faint recall to where I belong
Dreaded destinies, you answered their call
And life was full of ‘nothing at all’
Long fingers, naughty eyes, strong arms and chest
I saw everything peacefully, put to rest!

Another Poem Lost!

Words
Stick to my hands, cling to my fingers, hide under my elbow.
A trembling poem loses its grip and drops on the sheet.
Petrified!
Alphabets behave funny these days.
Like a mute child with an unbearable stomach-ache.
Baffled phrases bulky with meanings
Heave a sigh for some fresh air.
I am answerable to words, they grow on me
We are poetic parasites, addicted mutually
Hearts glorify my words, in a flattering applause
I put my pen to rest, mourning another poem's loss.

Will I See You Flying?

She lived like a gush of wind
And looked like breeze in trance
Her thoughts freely bounced on paper
In an awesomely imperfect dance

She loved and sang and smiled to the sky
Dived in dreams without asking why

Her hair hung loose, they swept the blues
She changed stifled Dont’s to cheerful ‘Do’s’

How who what where?
She had no time to care.
An open book, a coffee mug
And cosy whispers of their love affair.

She spoke like a waterfall
Could reach the sky when stood tall

Each thought born & brought up well
Expressions you could touch and smell

One life blessed with fresh little things
Where thoughts could easily turn into wings.

A friend I lost to chaos and pain
Will I see you flying, ever again?

Death.

... And then one day she picked a knife
Slashed her palm stuck in destiny and strife
A grin like flash of peace in pain
Yahweh, don’t bring me to life again!


When end becomes a new dawn
And nothing exists to go on
Her thoughts shall linger in the air
Beyond everything, every time, everywhere!

मुंबई!

ये शेहेर जिसमे जान बसती है...
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सपनो को भाव लगाकर तोलती है
हर नुक्कड़, हर गली
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मशरूफ है अपने आप में सदियों से ये शेहेर
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Midnight Friendship

You called me at midnight the other day
And told me you can’t sleep
I yelled at you for waking me up
Hung up the phone
Went back to bed
And this time I couldn’t.
So I called you back
To ask what’s bothering you?
You shared
A complicated thought
That we celebrated the whole night
Wide awake.
Linked by a long telephone cable.
2 hours 13 minutes 4 seconds.
I don’t remember any other night
So clear!

Home Alone!

Today, like everyday
You forgot to smile at the mirror
The house waved and waved
You probably didn’t notice!
Buses and cars and people and dogs
The sun was scanning them all
Realization. Oh! I forgot my handkerchief
You missed the drawer’s creaky call
Office work must be served on table
Overeating is your habit
You left the bedroom window open
The room breathes heat
Two arms of an old clock
Move through the day in pain
You gulp a hot sip of water at office
The kitchen refrigerator grumbles. Again!
Projects, files, reports and deadlines
You worry “There’s so much to do”
An empty house, silent and still
Desperately keeps waiting for you.