The Last Letter and the Broken Lines

While cleaning my chest

found some letters torn.

Glued, looked at and read a thousand times

Albeit felt some tender thorns.

First one was like a newborn-

pure, innocent and unstained,

redolent, radiant and love resonant

quintessential, quiescent but untamed.

Words tessellated with woven charm,

sonorous, susurrating and serene.

Drowning, dulcet and inked with calm,

words were svelte and sorrow unseen.

And then looked at the last letter from her,

few broken lines and a shrieking emotion

blue, bewildered and no color as it were,

crumpled, chaffed and all abjection

Now after all my years and moons

My chest is still holding you.

Some in bits and pieces

and some in complete and full.

____~______~_______

Chand deewarein aur ek Maa !!

(I went to my place after almost two years since my mother passed away and lived in my empty house...yes just a house...not a home)

Yeh ghar ab makaan sa reh gaya hai
Tere hone ka bas ek ehsas sa reh gaya hai

Har ek aahat pe lagey tu hai yahin kahin
Mere dil mai bas kuch reh sa gaya hai

Na aaj koi subah sotey se jaganey wala
Na koi raat ko jaagney pe daantne wala

Na koi har choti baat pe tokney wala
Aur na raha koi har badi baat ko zapt karney wala

kaise kahun ke mere mathey ki woh chand lakheerey
aaj bhi tere duaon ke boasey se chamakti hain

Aaj bhi Woh tere kamrey ka sannata
Cheekh kar tujhe pukarta hai

Woh braamdey mai laga aam ka darakht
Teri raah mai aaj bhi phal girata hai

Mai yun hi inn deewaron ko takta hun
Tere honay ke ehasas mai kahin gumm rahta hun

Kaash ke tum phir se aa jao maa
mera sar aaj bhi tere aanchal ko tarasta hai

A walk down the Byres Road !

A walk down the Byres Road

Walking down the Byres Road
I see a world of many faces

Short, long, squared and oblong
Bruised, smoked scarred and all sorts

There stands an old man fiddling a torn violin
I see a dead Mozart playing tunes on pennies

And a lady tattered and broke with her life
Selling upscale magazines which no one buys

Up on to the crossroads I see a mild sun on top
Down I see a man begging in the dark

Puffing and giggling I see lovers going hand in hand
A young boy selling dreams on this land

Butchers, Fish-mongers, keepers, bankers and all
Pacing against time for a final call

On the other side of the road I stand like a new born
Dreams in my eyes and hope not torn

Putting the best foot forward and fingers crossed
With all expectations gyrating and bit tossed

I just closed my eyes and hear the song
Hush it goes, Hush it goes, and it never last.

Kuch Khoney Ka Jashn

Un saari cheezon ke khoney ka jashn manana chahta hun jo maine kabhi jaane anjane apne kirdar ke angochey se baandh lii thii.

Mere chehre ke daag meri nakaamyabi ki anginath ghaanthon ko chupaney ki koshish kar rahe hain. mai apne besharam mathey ki shikanj ko khona chahta hun….

apne siya zameer ko khoney ka jashn manana chahta hun…

Apni maa se duur rahne ki bebasi ko khona chahta hun….mai apne darr ko khona chahta hun …

Apne bhaiyon ke pyar aur behnon ke laad ko yaad kar kuch aanso khona chahta hun…
Apne abba ke khamosh pyar se bhari muskurahat ko yaad kar un anjan sannaton ko khona chahta hun…

mai rishton ke faslon ko khoney ka jashn manana chahta hun

Apne doston ke saath ko kho janey ke veham ko khona chahta hun….dosti mai ankahi khaleesh ko khona chahta hun..

Jo kabhi saath kisi ka tha us tootey dil ki yadon ko khona chahta hun…mai apne maazi ke kuch auraq ko purza purza kar udana chahta hun…

mai kuch sawalon ko bhoolne ka jashn manana chahta hun…

kisi aur ke dukh ki vahshat ko khona chahta hun..mai roz marra ki chidhchidahat ko khoney ka jashn manana chahta hun

Jo jhaank ke dekhun dil mai to apne aap ko khona chahta hun…mai roz marne ko aur mar kar jeeno ko khona chahta hun…mai khoney ka jashn manana chahta hun…

Lets see smile on HIS face

Somehow, with no particular reason I have realized that even getting close to god is not an easy task. I have heard from many people when you are distressed it is easier to get on to the heavenly side.
In tough times people tend to bow down in front of HIM and ask for help.
Am I different? Why I don’t go unto HIM and lay my head into HIS lap even when I am so distressed and dejected from the world around me. It is not that my Atheistic attribute over-shadows over my agnostic self or is it that I don’t want to get a label of mean sumptuous being who only goes into HIM when loses the battle of Truth and False.
People take me wrong or they don’t understand me or am I a hard student to learn the gimmicks of a follower or a tough teacher who cannot explain the lesson of being a stoic faith runner.
I have loved and being loved. I have worked and fell into the bed of laziness. I have smiled and also cried when needed. I have fought the ME and YOU, MINE and YOURS and have lost in each.
I bow to THEE for all this and wait till my head grow heavier to fall into HIS feet. Lets not be me happy…lets see smile on HIS face.