Monday, October 1, 2018


After umpteen efforts 
to reconcile and reboot 
the (in)human system, 
with an expectation 
of better tomorrow 
and to set the things right 
with the 'may be' biased 
and believed reality, 
my altered ego began to burst 
and crumble 
before silly arguments 
and the future 
instead of getting better 
started to worsen. 

Rebooting at times 
doesn't help treat viruses. 
Positive efforts at times 
and culminate into 
unexpected outcomes.
Reprising doesn't help 
when uprising alarms 
and poorly designed dogmas 
get into 
renditioning panagyric hymes.

All the crumblings connive 
and portray palpable perfidy, 
ill intentioned effervescence, 
and inchoately sounding tunes 
for the dumb ears 
and for them
who had invested the fortune 
for poorly priced return.

Self-satisfying reprise, 
of the self, 
for the self, 
by the self.

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Remise for Premise

I went agog
seeing burgeoning fear
and stupid defenses
in the eyes
that were ready
for every kind of senseless causation.

Why one has to find
fretless fault for framing finicky friends?
Why the hell
the whole world seem
to conspire against odds
to finks foolishly?

All my legends
went in vain
and the vanity once again
cried, dry and dense
in frozen tears.

All the wildness
stood standstill
with sombre yet sublime sensibility. 

God save them
for what they intend
with intent of gaining and getting
to loose, for what
subtlety they put efforts
for the end,
missing on inordinate means,
for dreams that are unseen
through open eyes,
missing on achievable vision,
for being like pagan,
seizing sympathy serendipitously.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018


Waiting is
Part of life
For parents.

From the time of thinking of parenthood
Till they breathe last.

For letting their children open their eyes
For letting them getting up (up in arms at times)
From birth till they attain parenthood
And even after that
Till they remain parents
It's kind of parenting and part of parenthood.

For parents
Waiting is their part of life.

Short or long
Now or then
Time is immaterial.

They say
Only girls leave home after they wear bridal looks.

But the times have changed and
The sense of equity
And that of equality
Has made parents waiting for their sons 
More than their daughters.

Open arms
Open hearts
Open minds
All wait.

Waiting is part of parents' life.


Its ages since we saw you
Your unwanted tantrums
And wanted wishes
Have all taken you
To the city of dreams.

Far away in distance
Leaving us dreadful
Dreamful of your presence
And in the acoustics.

All of us have to move away
Far in the distance
To bridge the gap
between the dreams and reality.

But that would be so soon
And so sudden for so long.

All have moved
From the places of their origin
To the place of their dreams.

Recalling and reminiscing.

They say
Distances make no difference
When the hearts are loyal.

Leaving one home
And building another one
Is the part of life
For your tribe.

They say
The early we realise
The better it would be.

Leaving is part of life
But why have I
Not realised it yet
When it comes to you.

Sunday, July 1, 2018


कमरे के कोने में
किताबों की अलमारी में
चौके में रखे मसाले के डिब्बों के ऊपर
कुर्सी-मेज़ के इर्द-गिर्द

हर उस जगह
हर उस वस्तु के आसपास
जिसका प्रयोग काफी समय से नहीं किया गया है
जो हमारी रोजमर्रा की गतिविधियों से परे है

हर उस रिश्ते में जिसको हम भूल रहे हैं

लग गए हैं जाले

उन जालों को साफ करते हैं।

कमरों में झांकते हैं
कोनों को खंगालते हैं
मसालों का स्वाद लेते हैं
किताबों के पृष्ठों को पलटते हैं
थोड़ा कुर्सी-मेज़ को हिलाते हैं

वस्तुओं का प्रयोग करते हैं
जिसकी आवश्यकता नहीं हैं
-जिसको उसकी आवश्यकता है-
उसको देते हैं

रोजमर्रा की गतिविधियों में कुछ प्रयोग करते हैं
रिश्तों को पुनर्जीवित करते हैं
उन्हें संभालते हैं

जालों को तलाशते हैं
उनको साफ करते हैं।

Thursday, May 24, 2018


क्यों भला प्रतिशोध की ज्वाला लिए तुम जी रहे हो
क्यों दिखाकर द्वेष-भेष घूँट विष का पी रहे हो
नम्रता का भाव लेकर जय विजय नेतृत्व देखो
क्षम्य कृत्यों का लिए क्यों बोझ तुम अब जी रहे हो 

भूल जाओ भूत की भाषा विषय सब सांझ आई
उम्र कोई भी भले हो सुबह सबकी बार आई
घास झुककर चीड़ के सम्मुख खड़ी लहलहा रही है
और धरती पर पड़ी लकड़ी व्यथा पर मुस्कराई


Tuesday, March 20, 2018


वह नहीं गन्तव्य जिसका ले टिकट हम चल रहे हैं
वह कहाँ है रौशनी जो दीप करते जल रहे हैं
शब्द पक्षी बन हमें दे प्रेरणा घट बैठ हंसते
हम भ्रमित हो ले सहारा मान मंजिल चल रहे हैं


Thursday, December 14, 2017


Freedom as choice
Silence as voice
Ecstasy of life
Essence of existence

Pleasure of pain
Bereft of sorrows

Desire for mukti
Driven for moksha
End of suffering
The ultimate Truth

Enjoy it, 
My name is Death.


Click for Love
 Click for Life
Click for Time


Sunday, November 26, 2017



Mutuality of concern
Mindfulness of understanding 
Celebration of togetherness
Centrality of purpose.

Marriage of trust,
Devoid of all insecurities
Heart and soul in unison
Absence of self
Presence of play 
It's all eternal they say.

Believe me
My name is Love.


Tuesday, November 14, 2017



Full of ups and downs
Day after night and night after day
Sun, moon and stars
Fall, Autumn and Spring
Summer, rains and winters

Pain and pleasure
Grief and happiness
Hope and expectations
Trials and tribulations
Failures and successes

Trust me,
my name is Life.