Thursday, November 11, 2010


आज मै ऑफिस से घर से जो आई
कमरों में एक सन्नाटा सा पसरा पाया
हवाओ की सरसराहट पर
जैसे किसी ने ताला लगा दिया हो.

चारो तरफ हमारे एक-साथ बुने सपने
पतझड़ के पत्तो से बिखरे पड़े थे.
मैंने झुक कर एक को जो उठाया
तो तुम्हारी हंसी की खनक सुनाई दी

इस पर ख्याल आया,
आज कल मुस्कुराहतो ने हमारे साथ
आँख-मिचौली भी खेलना छोड़ दिया है

सोफे पे पड़ी मिट्टी की परते
बोलती है कितने दिन हुए
जब कुछ देर रुक कर
बातें की थी हमने
मेज पर उस दिन की कॉफ़ी के कप
के निशान आज भी मौजूद है

दरवाजे की घंटी बजी है
सोच रही हू आज पूछ ही लू
उस अजनबी से एक कप कॉफ़ी के लिए
जो यू तो रोज़ ही आता है मेरे घर.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Chandani 11

I feel sane
I feel alive
Is it just smoke?
or i see my past walking by

My thoughts take me to a city
I see faces of my brothers and sisters
and among them my own

The silence is smiling upon me
my spirit is dancing with the moon
Shadows are holding my hand
and taking me in the woods

Reason betrays my fear
and destiny decides
I should

I walk bare feet
on snow, grass and smoke
Crossing the boundaries
of pain, hope and truth

Stars stop looking for me
for it knows it won't find me
I am an enigma,
a miracle unspoken
and pure

Tuesday, August 24, 2010


The world of sister & brothers

The world of remorse and hope

It gives all - In balance

As happiness & pain are same

Two sides of same dame

Just hormones - they claim

So what is it, the state to be

What causes the harmony

Is it the power? The fame?

No, they r just another form of tragedy

It requires the knowledge of 'me'

And the satisfaction of - being

They call you from all sides

Mute cacophony, colorful and blind

You still find your wish - you live.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Technicolor Me

I feel like standing in the crowd, I see people passing by

I wish them to stop and stay with me for a moment

But they don’t know me; I am just a stranger,

Who is with them just for a while

I look around and smile

Color my part of the world purple and bright

They turn around; feel happy, amused and satisfied

I pass them the bubble; little hope, though fragile

Now they move again to some place, they think they belong to

Their bubble busts right behind them, all is left is just dew

I look towards the sky as it start pouring wet drops on dry

And I wave them happily, as they pass by

(I miss you, I truly do!)