Saas

Khali si hai sasein
Atak gayi hai jaise
ki kahin maut ka manzaar
nazaar aa gaya kahin
Pukaar ta hoon par
nahin soonta hai koi
chup chap sooni si
gali mein matam
mana rahein hai sabhi...

Sub kuch dekhta hoo
phir bhi chuppi sadhe hoo
ye kaisi marzi hai teri
ya allah.

Baaat

Mujhse baat karo
ay duniya walo
Tum mujhe apni
taswiro mujhe kaha paoge
(Talk to me[O, ppl in the world],
You wont find me in your imaginations)

Fasaana

shayad mai khud ek fasana hoon
is liye koi badai ka bahana dhoondte hai
warna hum to bus ek laash hai
jise sirf apne kabr ka intezaar hai

Patthar

pathar ko kya pyaas lage
usme sina kaha
hum bhi ek pathar hai
sange mur mur ki tarah dikhe to kya

Jalwe

jalwe duniye ke hame raas nahi aate
haarsoo koi cheez hai jo dikhto hai
kash aisa ho ki hum mit jaye
apne zindigi ko abaad kar jaye

looft uthati hai ye duniya
hum bhi apna kabhi kahbi
tamasha bana lete hai...
Aa jata hai rang kisi ka
khumar is tarah se
reh nahi jata phir
kuch bhi aisa bhi hota
phir tanhai ke saath
apne zahen ki dariya mein
gota lagate hai hum phir
shayad kuch yaad aaye na
hum apni hi masti mein
jhoom lete hai

Kahan se itna gam aa gaya is duniya mein, jab bhi koi Ghazal soonta hoon lagta hai, gam bhi kya cheez hai, bada mast hai, itni dooa agaar khushi ko milti to hur din ek diwali hoti, ya ye kahu ke diwali ki roshni ki chamak gam ke wajah se hi itni roshandaar, itni sundar hai. Latabai ki awaaz main ye ada hi sundar ghazal suni ... uske labj niche hai, kitna kuch hai kehne ko, kahi kabhi apne ko hi sunane se fursa kaha...

Dard se mera damaan bhar de ya allah
ya phir mujhko diwana bana de ya allah
maine tuhjse chand sitare kab maange
Roshan dil bedaag dil de ya allah
phir chahe diwana kar de ya allah
Dard se mera damaan bhar de ya allah
Suraj si ek chiz to hum sab dekh chuke
sach much ki ab koi sahar de ya allah
phir chahe diwane kar de ya allah
Dard se mera damaan bhar de ya allah
Ya dharti ke zakhmo par marham rakh de
ya mera dil pathar karde ya allah
phir chahe diwane kar de ya allah
Dard se mera damaan bhar de ya allah

Patta nahi

Gam-e-shad bhi chod deti hai
Saya aarzoo ki nikaal padi
Aarmano ki doli pe
Ik miri laash bicchi hui
Jukha hai aasma bhi
nahi sur utha sakta
Khooda ki kya bisaat hai
wo bhi bekaar karar diya
Jumla insaa kehta hai
magar kur deta hai hai kuch
yoo hi apna sine pe
khanjar dooboye hue
Na malum hai kab se
chali aa rahi ye daastan
apni raah chod kar
bhatak gaya insaa....

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