Mai Bhaagi nhi

 

raat us milan ki,

baat us ghutan ki,

darwaza maine khola tha,

Khidki ki taraf bahein bhi meri h,

kya mai sheeshe ke andar jhaank pati,

Kya vo baat kaano me na goonjti,

kya vo shahad ke niche basa vo zeher dhoondti,

kya mai sheher se sheher ghoomti,

aasmaan ko choomti,

mai bhaagi nhi maa,

Mujhe dhakela gya saanson se,

Sharam jo thi unme,

Vo ek mom ka pinjra tha,

Meri surat ne pighla dala,

Unki haya ko,

Unki haya to sapno me tha,

Kaagaz me likha hua ek shabd,

Vo makkhi sa man,

Jo ek stree ko phhool sa dekhe,

Mastishk se nhi,

Kuchalne wali dhool sa dekhein..

Maa mai bhaagi nhi,

Rounda gyi mai,

Rounde gye vo sapne bhagwaan bnne ke,

Jo raat ke diyon ke saath bujhne na diya tha,

Mai chali thi,

Upkar karne,

Zindagiyan bachane,

Kisne dekha us raat ko,

Kisne dekha us halaat ko,

Vo thi bus me,

Mai apne vidyalay me,

Use bharosa tha apne sheher par,

Mera tha apne is gyaan ke mandir par,

Par vo kuchla gya..

Mai giri aasmaan se,

Mai bhaagi nhi,

Jalaya gya un shaitannon ke zabaan se,

Us soch se,

Ghutan ki vo raat,

Mai gyi is jahaan se

meeting peace

 wrinkled patches of time

i feel the smooth gloss

and the wrinkles feel gone

yet when one scratches  

the finger sulks

finger folds 

its been long days

as have been days of longings

and then the next day

was the longest

as the horizon of longing

lies behind

stillness is worn by us in the mirror

but chaos is the way to so

after we meet peace

the tendrils of fracas

climb back to these fingers

from those dusty patches

and desires that lay at newer horizons

chairs

 the glee washes off the face

as we see joys of stone crumble

the tears swell up swifter

as we see inks burn or rot

making the breaths humble

stay rooted in the ephemeral chairs

you sit in them only for a wee bit

waft in the smell of the dessert each brings

and sink the teeth in slowly