तुम कहते हो दिसंबर खुदगर्ज़ है दिन और साल, दोनो चुरा ले जाता है। इस बार फिर सर्दी की खटखटाहट सुन रही हूँ बांवरे दिसंबर की आहट सुन रही हूँ। देखी होगी तुमने भी उसकी खुदगर्ज़ी; सिहरन भरी रातों को सिगड़ी का साथी बना देता है कभी प्यार को शाल की तरह ओढ़ा देता है … Continue reading तुम कहते हो दिसंबर खुदगर्ज़ है…
Tag: Poetry
Rusty and Me
It's almost midnight. I have a new picture as my facebook profile. On my lap lies a story from 'Potpourri'. Ruskin is Rusty in 'Love and Cricket' where he meets his beloved Sushila after more than a decade. The notifications on the mobile disturb their conversations of subtle love. Rusty is glad but Sushila looks … Continue reading Rusty and Me
The Conspiracies of Silence
The drum beats loud. It's the time of the day when the hunter must prey. A whiff of fear permeates the air. There is someone there who carries the clout And another one who stands in everlasting doubt. The tall fellow in the corner shuts his eye And the short one thinks he must comply. … Continue reading The Conspiracies of Silence
वो, तुम्हारे भीतर वाली दुनिया
वो तुम्हारे भीतर वाली दुनिया कभी शांत, स्थिर, मूक सी, आडंबर को ताकते हुए निस्तब्ध रहकर सिद्धी पाती है। कभी अचानक... उपद्रवी सी होकर हंगामा मचाती है। धरातल खंगर सा लगे पर भीतर अश्रु बहाती है। बेदाम, दुस्साहसी बन कर आज़ादी चाहती है। फिर तुम उसका हाथ थाम लेते हो। लम्बा सा सुफियाना कलाम सुनाकर, … Continue reading वो, तुम्हारे भीतर वाली दुनिया
A World Within Her!
She was seven when she walked into the twenty-two yards. The hefty bat at variance with her petite frame. They traded the sport with a coy doll and told her that it wasn’t meant for her at all. A girl who loved numbers wasn’t a norm you see, So, she was happily married to … Continue reading A World Within Her!
Homeward Bound
The happiest journeys are ironically homeward bound. There’s hurry in flight and a nervous spark. Like a million flitters of long-lost lovers, there’s hope for a tryst with the past. But those who return to the base are never the ones who flew off on another day. Their palms crisscrossed with lines of fate … Continue reading Homeward Bound
Scraped
Last night You leave me hurt, bruised. My soul where you pricked last time, scraped once again. The gash deeper deeper deeper. This morning you bring the balm to soothe my arm. But the soul is scraped deeper deeper deeper. The balm fruitless. But you insist and cuddle the wound. It looks cured. Looks... The … Continue reading Scraped
