choodiya

Hare kagaaz ki aagaaz jyada hai

hare choodiyon ki khanak kum

Humne katle aam macha diya

kabhi nahi sake ye soch

Behta hai dekho pani

mai bhi behta hoon

Bus koi kehta hai aasoon

to koi kehta hai pani

Koi mausam nahi

har mausam main

ye barse hai

Behta hai dekho pani

mai bhi behta hoon usme

Kai nadiya shookh chuki

pyase hai kai log

Kai mausam beet gaye

nahi barsa hai kahi kahin pani

phir se sookha pada kahi

kayi barso se nahi baha pani

Naa kuch mera

Naa mera kuch hai yahan

naa hoon mai bhi mera

Bhatak ta hoon

talaash main mai bhi

Mujhko koi khoje mera

Aasoon aa te hai

faryad karta hoon

Koi bata de mujhko

Mera bhi pata

bhataak gaya hoon

khoj se thaak gaya hoon

mujko hi khoje mera

Traveller

Its the same branch

same is the tree

Thoughts are also like a traveler

they come and go

I m the same tree

standing in the same place

in the sun shining bright..

The thoughts come in my shadows

and leave me on their way

Some thoughts give me water

some hit me with the axe

leave me wounded

some come and apply some balm

at the night fall

beneath the stars

Musafir

Haqueeqat par wah wahi

karte hai sabhi

Nahi hai kiya kuch bhi

naya bayan maine

Shaak wahi hai

darak bhi wahi hai

Par ek musafir hai

naya khada

Chah mai beyteh

thake mare se

Kuch nahi karte bayan

baat wahi hai

Din bhi wahi hai

Woh musafir bhi hai

meri tarah

Jabaan

Jabaan chup hai

kehta hai kuch ye manzaar

Raah apni chal tu

doosre bhi hai saath mein

Phir kyun ghabrata hai

tu aai dil

Tu bhi ek musafir hai meri tarah

I am afraid

Damnit mate...I am trapped and numbed by fear, the fear of things which doesnt exist and I am being sucked into the vortex...want to run away from it, but holy fuck it keeps on trailing me and to this day I am a person on run.
I am afraid of the creation of my own ghosts and this "I" is just not the person who is writing this, its the collective consciousness which has been passed on to generations after generations, in the form of culture or this traditions or the whole concept of this modern economy or psychology, creating divisions, images of fractured reality,of misplaced superiority over others, passing nothing but miseries, anger and sadness around the fellow beings.
Its amazing the life is so very beautiful and the whole process by which this beauty can be observed or the tranqulity is so much corrupted by so many things. The first half of the lives we are conditioned, programmed to be somethings and the later half remains a mute struggle either to keep intact the very images or we try and get away from the same conditioning, but alas I am doomed, trapped in the trap door of my own creation...which was made to capture the so called other...

Humans?

"Why do we humans fight? Can't we learn something from the flowers? They are all so beautiful but never become jealous of each other." --- Amrita Pritam

Miti ka Mai Mayi

Na raha Miti ka

Bun gaya hindu

to kabhi musalmaan

Miti ka mai Mayi

Na raha miti ka

Bun gaya isiyayi

to kabhi ek yahoodi

Mayi dekh tere putlene

kitne odhi hai rangeen chadaar

Rang ye dekh mayi, bahe jab

Khoonse se bhare aasoon

Kaise chootega ye rang

Ganga bhi adhoori padi

Jise dekha na kabhi

uske naam se maniyi

lal...lal holi

Rakh...abhi tak dehke

Angaare phir reh reh kar ugale

Miti Ka mai Mai

Miti ka na raha...

Death

Dont Like to Die 
   The Shadow of death
trails me
Night or day trying 
 to caress me
The shadow of death
 keeps laughing at me
 on my face
Poking in my chest
 this my death
Taking away my beloved
 leaving behind a shadow
Shadows of tears and grief
 The shadow of death
Just trails me...
 Dont like to die
O my shadow...

Drops

The  drops  in the ocean 

the   ocean itself

One in the world

the world itself

Different  waves in the water

One  water itself.

Me And Lucky...

Me and Lucky at Gateway of India

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Harmony

Smelling past the meadows of flowers
Touching the velvety grass that caress the ground
The wind floating by gently
carrying a bunch of clouds on its head
The trees dancing along with music
of a bird singing a lullaby
Chords of an orchestra
orchestrated by the unknown
The state of bliss exists
Do not disturb passing by
Mother is enjoying the tranquility

Memories

I am trying to complete my poem,
From the shadows of the memories
which are laying their shadows on me
Forgotten are the few moments now
can see the web of life
Getting stuck in this mirth
with miseries all around
The skeletons of the reasons
can be seen with the betrayals
of wailings all around
bereft of love people lay crying around
Hurt can be seen, unseen are the tears
Running after mirages called riches all around
Eyes are full of fear,life getting lame
lament comes from the mouth
when beloved death comes to the ground
The poem was for me
and this me is just not me
For I live in you and you live in me
Will empty be poem
Will empty be my life
How do I keep hearing wailings
of the empty people laid to the ground...