How can I stay forever young
For youth is my only asset
For all the dreams to live
I don’t wish a perennial life
But a forever youth.
Maybe in the memories I shall live
A forever youth
But am I making enough ?
Springs spent in keeping secrets
Summers in the anticipation of a confession
The monsoon brought the tears of regret
While the autumn spent in the remorse of all the passing seasons
And here no one to seek warmth in winter
But youth is no season to knock again
मेरे समक्ष है समर
किंतु मैं ढाल फेंक
हूँ खड़ा देख दृश्य
मैं खोजता जीत इसमें
जबकि मैंने अब तक
धरा नहीं एक पग.
मैं सोचता हूँ व्यर्थ ना
हो एक बाण भी यहां
लौटूँ ना लिए एक
कुंद धार भी यहाँ से,
मैं क्यों लड़ूं वो युद्ध
जोकि जीता जा सके
एक क्षण के धीर में
भले तुम गीत न हो किसी का
ना हो किसी की पहली प्रेम स्मृति
मेघ गर्जन पर शायद, ना हो तुम किसी की चेतना
किंतु, हो किसी की ढाल गर,
किसी का विश्वास हो
अभिमान सींचती हो किसी का
लगन की एक धूमिल छवि ही सही,
तो बस यह ही सही…
जोर का गर्जन हुआ
किसी की नींद टूटी
प्रभात फूटा फिर, नए पल्लव खिले
तुम निशा में भी खिलोगे
बढ़ोगे आने वाली जेठ में भी
क्या हुआ जो फिर सुहानी बयार आए महीनों बीते
तुम पर बरसेगा नेह अपार
फिर आएगा वसंत, फिर खिलेंगे पुष्प चार
A rhyme a day
I said, would be enough.
But it is too much to ask for
With words drying out
Where do I dive to bring
Couplets sweet as first love
When I live with doubts
In my heart
If I know of a first love.
And how do I write
Tales of separation
When I find you distant
A feet apart
As October goes to sleep
Some pretty evenings will perhaps be lost
in the mist of next month
Afternoons will become the new evenings
but how many will spare a noon for you?
For how many can you spare a noon?
While you are caught earning the month’s expense
The sun will no longer wait
As winter knocks the door,
who do you look forward for the evenings left?
ए सखी सुनली हैं
तुहरे पिया जी के बड़-बड़ अँखियां
ओपर बाटे भौहां जानदार
का करब ए सखी
बड़ बड़ अँखियां
जब निहारे नाहीं मुखड़ा हमार
ए सखी सुनली हैं तुहरे
पिया जी के घर
झरे मोतिया हजार
ए सखी का करब
मोतियन के हार
जब अँगना ना रहे पिया हमार
ए सखी सुनली हैं तुहरे
ननद भर बियाह भइल, घरे बा तुहरे राज
ए सखी का करब सून दुवरिया
ना कहीं केहू से जिया के हाल
ए सखी सुनली हैं
तुहरे गवनवा में
आइल रहे मोटर कार
ए सखी का करब केत्नो ठो
घोड़ा गाड़ी, जब घर ही में
कटे संझिया हमार
In between the clothesline
I see the moon, half eaten away
By the worries of night.
Only some hours preceding
The sun had slipping to anonymity
Smudging the skyline
Between the two buildings
I lost it into.
The dusty evening then transcended to the darkness
How long can I stare at the sky;
It occupies so many
And many more everyday
With people looking up to find their lost ones
It can, with no limits of lengths and breadths
Unlike the two rooms of my flat
The hundred blocks of similar metrics
The million other lives
In a city of cement
All flesh walking by
And some hundred yearnings
Sleeping all night.
Proving to a city of fools,
That you are not stupid
Those elevated to the kingship
Are no better than a washout
The judging eyes of today
Have been a flop in their days
So walk out of the circle of
pity they boundary you with
Don’t just walk out,
Run to the fountain
And weep out all you want
But never again
Clinch your fists with anger
And boil to a nothing
Punching on the wall
With knuckles wounded.
Let the hatred dissipate
Let yourself breath and then
Kick away the notions of a
World of dead thoughts
Knitting a new one
From the wool of your determination
It is preservance that pays
The Thought Leakage 