Category Archives: Poetry

मेले में ख़ामोशीऔर अकेले में शोरमुझ में ख़ुदाऔर ख़ुदा में कोई औरक्या ढूँढते होकहाँ उलझी है डोरक़ाबा खड़ा हैतेरे सजदों की ओर

To the long dark nights For they are the keeper of dawn To the winter northern lights For they are the keeper of spring Raise a glass – To the sighs of strife For they are the keeper of success To the hours of life For they are the keeper of death Raise a glassContinue reading “I raise a glass”

The sun has barely asked For permission to move away Just for a little while, he says I know you will surely be okay – The birds have only just started Having thoughts of flying south Still enjoying the crisp dawns Having done feeding the tiny mouths – The earth is still debating If toContinue reading “I am done”

मेरी क़लम की सियाही काग़ज़ को मंज़ूर नहीं मेरे ख़ुदा की खुदाई बंदे को मंज़ूर नहीं मेरी रगों का धुआँ मेरे जिगर को मंज़ूर नहीं मेरे होने का ग़ुमा मेरे शहर को मंज़ूर नहीं अमावस की रात चाँद को मंज़ूर नहीं मेरे दिल की बात मेरे ज़हन को मंज़ूर नहीं आग को राख़ बन करContinue reading “मंज़ूरियां”

To arise out of dark depths In search of day’s light To push until a path forms And fight the good fight To rush and meet the air with joy Then caress every stone on the way You, a fountainhead of soothing waters Walk all longing through freedom’s doorway

This is no gentle rain….. Slowly falling Asking permission Calm collected A saint’s kind vision ~ This is a downpour….. A pelting of stones Announced by thunder Chased by lightening A punishing blunder ~ This meeting with You No, not a gentle rain at all Hammered to the ground I fly high, even as IContinue reading “No, not you”

If the promise is the heavens I will gladly die today If the promise is a meeting with You I will forego the heavens If the promise is quiet I will gladly give up all my words If the promise is stillness I will even forego all my currents But you see, there are noContinue reading “A promise”

In light The mountains becomes your image In love Our journeys become a pilgrimage

We sit together My grief and I Stare into the flames Of how and why Stoke the fire With a stick of could haves Fan it some more With all the should haves – We sit together My maker and I My thirst unquenched My soul is dry He mends my cracks With love mixedContinue reading “We Sit Together”

The last rays of sun Kiss the gentle waves good night The last tears of love Make the silence feel all right