sunrise

there is a sunrise coming,
i can sense it,can touch the light about to come,
i can feel the night’s end,
a sunrise is coming,
and again,there will be that beautiful lake,
those chirping sparrows,the green grass,
and the blossoming flowers,
i can sense it,the happiness that surges my veins like crazy,
euphoria is in the air,its a bright dawn,
and the cool wind [...]

zalawatan

kabhi kabhi,
zindagi,jab tum mujhse duur chali jati ho,
to syaah kaali udaas raaton me tumhara wajood,
mere saamne aa khara hota hota hai,
ban kar ek sawal-
kahan kho raha hoon main,kahan ja raha raha hoon main?
kyon shumaar hain ye andhere mere khayalon mein?
udaas dhuyein ki chhat ki oor jaati lakeerein ban jaati hain,
safed kagaz par zard rangat ke [...]

she…and me

she is there,
walking in the rain..
tentative steps,
with an uncertain smile..
she smiles at the wind,
as it dances flotsam round her feet..
dont look into her eyes though,
they are sad,
questions floating in them,
perhaps,reminders of something she lost..
long ago..
or recently..
an old wound or a new scar..
dont look at her face,
she will smile defiantly,
hiding her grief,whe will look you in [...]

happiness

did you see the naked kid by the roadside?
sifting through the garbage,
for his next meal?
perhaps a stale loaf you threw in the apartment dumpster,
perhaps some bones you chewed on,last night..
perhaps he will find it,
perhaps some dog will beat him to it..
have you seen those people,
the processions,with red flags,and farming implements..
some men with guns,
others just with [...]

grief

nights spent waking alone have a strange effect…somewhat crazy,somewhat sane…i feel sometimes a maudlin kind of eroticism coupled with a tendency to take my own grief in my arms…for alone at night,it acquires a human form…warm,understanding,caring and…….loving.my grief does not ask me why i am clinging to it…it clings to me just as hard..as if [...]

night of a million lights

othello would have loved this diwali….the wind was so strong that it just would not let the candles stay alight.was that a premonition tho?i wonder.
i have turned like that famous man who used to visit a pshrink…from the middle of his carribean vacation;the guy sent his pshrink a card…”am deliriously happy.why?”

me and my loneliness

me and my loneliness,
constant companions,
meet at night,
glory covered wayfarers of the road to nowhere,
we look at each other,
and read the lines on each other’s face..
and gently wipe the tears of the other,
me,and my loneliness,
we give solace to each other.
everynight,on midnight,
i open the cupboard of the past,
and take out pain.
my past is a ledger,
in which i [...]

story

an story is formed out of people,real or imagined taking part in events,real or imagined.

scrap

drunk again,
and of course,thinkng of you also..
seeing you in other people,
hoping for a reality which was not to be,
i wait for life to pass me by,
taking its own time,
and course…
the tranquil beauty of death is inviting,
and yet i am too cowardly,
or maybe scared of losing even the no-hope,
that someday you might be back even?
and still [...]

a midsummernight’s dream

its near on midnight,
and a few bars of silvery moonlight,
fall on my feet through the window,
calling to mind ersatz memories-
of the nights that never happened,
and imagination pushes to the front of conscious,
your face;yet again-
i touch your locks,
and think back,
to all the desires that went unfulfilled,
those words that i did not say,
and i wonder evermore,
would that [...]