Friday, 27 September 2013

PLOP


The mountain peaks are frosted
The lake placid
The ripples lick the skin right below my breasts
I stand in the water with my hair let loose
The wild wind washes its woes wearily
The water top is glass like
The weeds rising till my thighs
A small fish as big as my thumb swims around me
It enters my belly button
Plop
It’s out again
Plop
Around me in a swish
And plop
In it goes again
And plop
As the fish labours on
Quicker and quicker
It feels like something felt before
Or a line that I once read
“maut kehlo jo mohabbat nahin kahne paa'o”
“name it death if you can’t call it love” (Meena Kumari)

Friday, 20 September 2013

kabhi kabhi kisi raat aisa hota hai...

Roz raat hota hai
padosiyon ka murgha rota hai,
chota bhai mera, sabko sulane ke bad hi sota hai,
din ka bulb jalne wala hai
fajir mein ailaan hota hai
aur ek buddha bila-nagha
"ghaflat ki neend mat so, neend se behtar hai namaz, namaz padho..."
chillata hua gasht pe hota hai,

par kabhi kabhi kisi raat aisa hota hai
ke Sahu puri raat kavitayein padhta hai
subha tak phir kuch aisa aalam hota hai
ke jo likha hai, likh rahi hun, likhne wali hun,
sab saala phaad ke phek dun!


Tuesday, 10 September 2013

KUCH ANDHERE

Humsaayon ki munder pe sawar hain
saaye jo maazi ki dhul se nikal aaye hain.

Na aakhein hain inki aur na kaan naak,
ek mun hai phata hua,
jismein shor karte bhanwar samaye hain.

Har ek ke kaandhe pe chand baitha hai,
jiske daagh inhone noch khaye hain.

Aaj ki raat, kaala aasman rota hai,
siyah ghubaar se chaley kuch taare,
zameen ko chukar adna si chingari ban jaate hain.

Halaq mein ek dusre ke muthhiyan ghusaye hain,
sach bolne waley jaaney kiski zabaan kheech laaye hain.

samundar ke kinare pe logon ka hujoom hai,
badhte badhte apna jism utaar dete hain,
sulagti hui maachis jo paani ko chuley
aisi awaz ke sath bujh rahe hain
kuch andhere jo jalte hue aaye hain.

Sunday, 1 September 2013

NeverMind!!!

In my thoughts we have walked a few miles.
On a sunny morning we shared our first cup of tea,
and while you lay sleeping next to me, I kissed your uneven eyes.
In my thoughts we smiled and then we laughed, till tears rolled down our eyes.
In my thoughts I know how the bones in your chest feel
and I know the face you make before you sneeze.
In my thoughts you walk in to the balcony whenever I am standing alone,
and hold me from behind.
In my thoughts we have danced on a starry night,
feet on feet, you carried me around.
In my thoughts I know now the sound of your footsteps
and how your presence feels.
In my thoughts, we are in love...
In reality...
NeverMind!!!

Friday, 30 August 2013

Kabhi Kabhi

kabhi kabhi hi hota hai aisa
aakhon ki udaasi padh leta hai koi

ye uske samajhne ka hunar hai
ya mere chupane ki kami

samajhey jaaney ka bhi ek ehsaas hai
raahat si hai par dar mein lipti hui

kisine jhaank liya akeli si rooh mein meri
tanhayi aur gehri, aur siyah hone lagi...


Saturday, 17 August 2013

Kuch Nazmein meri...



Kuch nazmein hain jo nasur ban gayi hain
Yaad ka wo adhera kona jahan se sadne ki boo aati hai

Kuch nazmon mein meri mawaad pad gaya hai
Itni paki hui hain ke khoon bhi sookh chuka hai

Kuch nazmon ne meri khudkhushi karli hai
Be maiyene hojana har kisi ke bas ki nahin

Kuch nazmein meri, safon ke beech dabi hain
sookh chuki hain, bhoole hue sookhe phoolon ki tarah


Wednesday, 14 August 2013

Reads like country.



Writing in the nude
Rubbing my eyes
Chewing my lips
Swinging my hair
My head like a pendulum

You ought to write in the nude
Take off that dress
You bought it cheap
Let the waves take your shoes
And pray! What does a wrist watch do?
You will sit in the stadium till the end of time
And watch time play.
So just, why don’t you toss it away?

The ring that shines
What does it remind?
Is there someone it reminds you of?
Let it slip out and roll away.

Your scarf is blue
And strangling you
Let the greedy wind take it away
As you sway
Swinging you hair
Your head like a pendulum

Writing in the nude
 There is a mask you wear
It is made of your skin and hair
Peel it off, scratch it away.

You ought to try it sometimes
Writing in the nude
Living in the nude.

BEGGING



I came to your door
for alms,
and inspiration...

My bowl was empty but shining,
Your large eyes reflected in its convex depths.

In Between Definitions

In between definitions
I define a man
A man inspired
And thus beautiful
In the slaughter house of words
Definitions crack
They crack wide open
And fill up with airy air

In between definitions
I define a child
An old child
Born with a wise beard
A wise beard inside his guts
In this evolution of language
Words are out of breadth
They can’t seem to keep up

No wonder when you are little
They are so many
And when you grow up
You just can’t find enough
Words...

In words tell me
Make me understand
What is agony?
And when you manage to answer the what
I shall ask you the why...

What does all this mean anyway?
Honour and truth and compassion
They might just still be easy
In words... in words
Define a coward for me.






Monday, 12 August 2013

mere hisse ka

sirhana jahan simat ta hai
shaher wahin se nikalta hai
subha ki baarish ki boondon se patte bhari hain
balcony se meri dikhte hain
aur bhi kuch dikhta hai
ek kati patang,
thak kar laut rahe baadlon ke jhund,
aur chand baalishton mein samaya hua
mere hisse ka aasman.

Monday, 3 June 2013

IDEA



I drift
But not like a feather
Like a bloated dead body

They carry me
On their shoulders
But not like a burden
Like a shining trophy

I hurt
But not like a wound
Like knowledge

I live
But not like a person
Like an idea