Pregnant desire

Arrested is desire, in the chains of cupidity

Posses she must that is forbidden

Blinding is the aroma of transgression

And seized desires swell..

Disintegrate they then

On the shores of Eden

Pregnant is the desire fulfilled

From the seed of “sin”,

grows and then born thus is

guilt, the child of desire

Shikwe

Deke maut ke havaale muje
aye ruh rukhsat tu ho gayi
karke waada zindagi ka
maut ke darwaaze pe tu chhod gayi

lita diya duniya ne kabr mein
aur zameen se mein lipat gaya
simat ke fir jaise maa ki god me
aanson bahaata teri bewafaai ke raha

jab thak kar badli karwat maine
to aashiko ka maikhana paya
jahaan lete hue hai sab chhe foot andar
gaate hue, ruh, teri bewaafi ka gaana

As the time flies..

A bird swift with a hawk's velocity
whizzes it through the invisible skies
Lingers the whiff of past, as behind
Fragrance of nostalgia lies

Sheds it a feather on some flights
And born is a moment florid
Capture I wish to, the colorful plume
But dances it away with the wind

Builds it a nest in a distant land
Where slow moos of the cows are heard
And in the slow rustles of the trees
Comes the lost wind for nomad's rest

Some Sundays comes the bird to my porch
And slow down the clocks their breathing
But come when the Mondays, Tuesdays and so on..
Takes it off to distant land for the nest far away

And I watch the time fly by..

raat kuch raaz hume bhi bata ja

raat kuch raaz hume bhi bata ja

ki jo baate chaand ne sitaaron se
aur guftgu baadal ne baarish se
labz jo chhede tapkti bundone chhate se

aise kuch raaz
raat humko bhi bataa ja

jo lamhe kiye bayaan palkon se aasuon se
dard jo baante ghunghru ne kadmo se
kahaani jo sunaai sharaab ne bottle se
aise kuch raaz
raat humko bhi bataa ja
leke aaghosh me apne
sune se ye dil ko behla ja

Prisoner of words

Abound by the words I am
Of its fettering shackles
Confined is my expression
In the cells of sentences

Story can I not tell
In paragraphs and chapters
When my expression in enslaved
By the words and sentences

Waqt

waqt tham sa gayaa tha chalte chalte
ghadi ki sui jaise so si gayi thi
rakkhe jab kaan maine uske sine pe
saanse uski jaise tham si gayi thi

kya saanse aakhri apni waqt ne leli thi?
alas
nahi,
ghadi ki spring bas unwind ho chuki thi

tute shishe

kuch shishe aapane tode to kuch hamane

tute hue vo shishe fir farsh par bikhar gaye the
aur tute se hamaare vajood bhi unake saath bikhare the

na bikhare hue tukado ko aapane joda
na ki koshish hamane unako banaane ki aayana

aur tuta huasaa mera vajood farsh pe hi reh gaya
aise bikhar ke ki... ki aaj bhi

chalate hue vo tuta vajood chubhataa hai pair me
aur baukhalaaye kadam leke hum aaj bhi chal rahe hai