यादों का काफिला

सुबह की यह सड़के

कुछ कहती है,

रोज़ इन पर गुजरते कदम

खुले आसमान को उड़ते देखा करते है

क्या कोई आस है इनमे?

कोई अनचाही चाह दबे पांव,

कारवाँ में शामिल होते हुए I

आज तुम भी कुछ आलाप रोशन कर दो;

वह अनकहि  बातें सफर के दरमियाँ,

वह अनसुनी यादें जो बरबस हो चुकी है,

उन निगाहों पर चिलमन सी ताक़त आज भी है I

आज तुम भी दुआ के दो कोष सुना दो;

हाथ तो हमारे भी उठेगे उस राह की सलामती पर

गुजरे हुए उस वक़्त की नज़ाक़त

इन राहो पर चहक उठी है,

अशआर लिखे भी दिए जो;

क्या कोई सुनता है?

पगडंडी पर खड़े होकर बस आहे बिछाए,

पर उस सुबह की सड़क पर कुछ देर रुक न पाए

Ode to Fragnance

The curve on my face,
is a sign of yours love,
the sublime you spread,
is a fragrance of your breath.
The creator, the nurturer;
She, a boon of light forever.
Came across the strengths,
but none display a brawn of pillar you have.
You stand, you fall for me,
yet you get my nerves right!
I speak volumes of speech,
you rattle, you smile  and win both
How do you conquer so much, mother?
You nod me as support,
but your womb is the world!
The clear sky you show from your lap,
the blue horizon you bring,
the virtuousness you cater,
the virtues you assemble
yet you unfurl calm and patience!
I frown, I cry
you shred them away,
a valorous star all the way!

Singing Love

The feathers are light today,
I breathe high in the sun
you promised we stay close
and here are the snow of love
the whiteness is strikingly smooth
we inherit the freshness
and you call me the starry beauty!
The love is precious as the,
angels gather pearls in my arms.
You walk past me
holding the strength of life.
I wish the garland glows
nourishing us a blessed hope!

Breviloquent

Your words are too piercy

I check them, nurture them

Yet you stand so classy!

The minimum length speaks volumes

I retain that audacity;

I feel that refreshing voice.

You are too loud yet unheard

You are too voracious yet feeble

The hands are waiting to hug you, 

feel you and charge you indefinitely.

Yet your few words are treacherous,

I dove in their shade and feathers cut high

You said not to mess you

You hinted that log of woods to stay intact

Yet, this man heard no soul.

You dying soul my nature;

I killed that breviloquence.

                                              ~~fortune robes

Bird of the new Dawn

The sky on my horizon is clear,

Am ready to take my wings there.

But wait, I see the air-breathing foul

With hatred, violence and intolerance,

Where my arms will rupture,

Where my flight will stop

Where my fresh air is checked.

I fear to fly high,

The Country of my dreams is on a stake,

Where people tend complacency of weirdness,

Where people tend to cater to meanness,

I differ that state to take my vow!

The land of my vision is pure,

Full of love and respect;

But, can I achieve the same city of fortune.

The belief of realization strikes back,

Our dusk of irrational has doomed!

It is a new face, a new mansion of new hope!

Let the earth breathe the poignant of love and devotion,

Let India call for the era of a free nation,

Let the bird of this new dawn fly every realm! 

Separation Clauses

We drew lines
of sorrows, happiness and mundane.
You treat me well but now have eloped
with emotions, love and music.
The soothing essence is tingling feeble
I respite for that stranger
Little did I see you overshadow me
You made pauses and stopped.
I fear the separation,
you frown on it
I wonder why we had then?
I lose my coracle of strength
this aloof board is strikingly adhering me
of favourites, unused anxieties of mine!
Yet again he pops up,
I question why do you come back?
I set clauses for this,
yet this is unseparated and coherent.