मेरी काहानी

दिन धुप में झुलाजता है
रात चांदनी में चमकता
कभी धुंद में घिरा रहता
कभी झुलज के सूख जाता
नदी होता तो क्या बात होती
में तो पानी हूँ तालाब का

बहती हवाओ ने उलझाया मुझे
किनारों ने भी ठुकराया
लहरें बने कभी, कभी ठेरा रहा
ऊन्ही पारो से टकराता रहा
नदी होता ...तोह क्या बात होती
में तो पानी हूँ तलब का

मचिलियो से भरा हूँ
कुछ पेर्ड भी है किनारों पे खड़े
मचिलिया मरर जाते सारे
पाते भी झड जाते है
नदी होता तोह बेह जाता
में तोह पानी हूँ तालाब का

आसमान नीली तोह में नीला
बादल घिर जाए तोह में कला
मेरा कोई रंग नहीं , पहचान नहीं
फिर भी कोशिस करता रहा
नदी नहीं तोह क्या बात हुई
में पानी, पानी तालाब का

what wish i wish

on an age old mountain ledge
under the old Indian fig
sat an equally old grey moke
of all years slowly passed by
he sat through rain and sun
but with nothing but just
a pinch of hope he survived

Seasons turned green to brown
brown to green and back again
many a god came 'n why?
Yet no reason or ransom
old moke just sat to hymn
hymn all a gods name
not a wish he did not deny

one another spring just arrive
while snow has just passed by
of all there appeared
in glittering white,
some green of the new and
with red of the rise
he seek none but thy

Of all he wished that old moke
happiness he called a name
so all in the sky and below
made a nod that rhymed
thy shall get that thy seek
be in peace 'n happiness be his

understanding me

writer pens into paper,
thoughts of wild berries
of unknown open roads
unfolding expressions
of experiences into living.

painter spreads the color,
o'er distant greens and hills
sketches every twinkle of an eye;
shades every wrinkle of time
into black and white of mind.

singer sings to glory;
plays to the rhythm
of birds chirping and
leaves rustling in wind
of life living within.

they all do what they dream
I dream too, yet I do
nothing of what I dream.
I am just a traveler;
I travel to distant horizons
walk past into falling skies.
I too write, paint and sing.
I do it all, all in my Dream.

It ain't me, it ain't you but us

Ain't a song to sing,
ain't a verse to read.
There's ain't me either;
Its all you in there!

"I found him once.
In a shift of time.
We were teen, I was
seven and he was nine.

We exchanged few things.
I gave him trust,
he gave me faith.
we became friends.

He call me Lil',
I called him Bill.
we created dreams;
Am liv'in it still!

The sun came o'er;
The clouds pass by;
We kept talking
under clear blue sky.

I liked him all,
n' loved his soul.
Yet lived in doubt;
What will it be all?

I swinged my mind,
like a twisted tide.
He tried it hard,
but only fell apart.

With cheeks all wet
and my eyes red.
I told him straight,
that I won't wait.

For he had another
that moved no further.
I learned it none,
he told me all.

I asked him once,
then turned my face.
Thy heart did ached,
I called it fate.

Kept him standing,I
went ahead pretending.
Fool Bill stared, yet
I kept waking.

Never heard him since.
He kept on standing,
when I went pretending
calling it an ending.

Then he came again,
in my last dream.
Smiled his best smile
and said goodbye.

I'm looking for Bill,
since last night
and all of today.
He was lost yesterday."

That's how she paints.
She painted thee;
I be she,she be me;
Living in it forever.

On My Tombstone is Written

Listen O' my good friend.
Do not carve me into stone,
Do not draft me into papers,
Do not sing me into songs,
And do no praise me either.
I am no good for 'em all.
But if you can then
remember me in there where it beats,
remember me for a pinch of salt,
remember me for a drop of rain,
remember me for a breath of air,
remember me as a friend.
No, not the best one I meant.
Yet remember me as best I am.
That is all that I hope,
For hope is all that I gave.

An Ode to My Shore

Sailing round for a year at sea,
arrived the same shore today,
with all love I carry alone.
Yet she bothers none,
same lines and same words,
just time changed and aged more.

To my glowing shore I said.
I said,"Darling I leave you again,
in hand of tides for this wish is yours.
Yet I pray as I say,
the blue of Sea will keep you safe,
the red of Sun will light your ways,
the white of Moon will watch your nights
and the green of Life will keep you alive.
Till I come back at this very shore.
Forgive me now, my Love.
And yes I will come again,
only a year more, only a year more."

So my ship sails once again
with more hope and faith,
to North Pole this time.
"To my North, Ahoy!!!Ahoy!!!
Ahoy!!! my men.
Turn, turn to my North", I said!

about curves and shadows

Since innumerable times I have been.
Innumerable thoughts I have seen.
Innumerable stars fall.
Innumerable soul's flight.
Innumerable minds about to rise.
With them all,
Innumerable time I rise and fall.
Innumerable dreams,
of happiness and of grief.
Innumerable men with
Innumerable meanings, throwing
Innumerable shadows on me.
Yet for Innumerable times.
In the dark of the night.
I spread the light;
I will spread the light.