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एक खामोशी है हर ओर बियाबान में

कभी कहकहों के फुव्वारे हुआ करते थे यहाँ

कुछ आवाजें बोलती थी इन हवाओं में

कुछ लफ्ज़ शोर मचाते थे कभी

हर झोंके में कुछ कांपते साज़ दफ़न हैं

कुछ बातें बाकी हैं ज़र्रों में अब भी

एक बेवा की टूटी चूड़ी की खनक सुनाई देती है

बुझी पलक से गिरे अश्क की चीख सुनाई देती है

रगों से निकले लाल खून की आह सुनाई देती है

मुर्दा दिल और धडकनों की फफक सुनाई देती है

सालों पहले, इसी ज़मीं पर, कुछ बरगद के पेड़ खड़े थे

सालों पहले, इसी ज़मीं ने, कुछ बेगैरत लोग जने थे

दूर कहीं, किसी कोने में, कुछ बेगैरत लोग खड़े हैं

दूर कहीं, किसी कोने में, कुछ बरगद के पेड़ गिरे हैं

We The People

The sun was tired and the sky was grey

Hot winds had blown throughout the day

They all had faces but there was no cry

The air was humid but the eyes were dry

"The old man with the torch

is lying dead on the porch"

said the boy from the slime

"n it is the fourteenth time"

They came down and there they stood

all heads covered in one white hood

And threw the body into the cold water

and brought the cows for the slaughter

They went back home with the setting sun

and started preparing for next day's fun

No one cared, forgot what they had seen

"We'll think about it when it is fifteen"

02.14.08

Let the love fill the air today.....Later wind will blow
Let the whispers steal the noise today.....Later they will scream
Let the shadows lite the candles today.....Later they will burn
Let my heart see you smile today.....Later it will fail
Let your arms rest my head today.....Later you will go
Let my love kiss your soul today.....Later I will die
'cause it's the day of love today.....Later it'll be another day

Without You

You weren't there that day
I was sitting on the shore
staring at your name on the sand
when the waves washed everything away
And on the sand dune once
when the storm started from nowhere
and i was buried alive
It was there on the white snow
whiter than the snow
pure as the rain
The sun came out and you melted
and I burned

No matter how much i ran towards you

you drifted away

And then, the day i was coming back
i saw my dreams in pink, orange and blue
when on the white sea of clouds below
I saw your face etched upon
And the times actually stopped
froze

giving their warmth to me
And i gained a few heartbeats
heartbeats enough for another life
A life in another world
where there is white, blue, pink and orange.....

Please Dont Pluck That Flower

The seed was sown sometime in autumn। The sun was shining brightly then, as if telling him that it wont be able to render services when the cold north winds subdue it। He knew it too, but it had to be done some time. He had tried it last spring. Spring he thought was the ideal time. But the darn sun wasn't as collusive then, and it was helpless too. Soon it would be winter and the snow would set in. He was prepared for the worst, but the seed wasn't. It was a great hazard. Life is a hazard he argued. He watered the area for thirty eight days, added manure to the soil, begged the sun to show mercy and hoped. Hope. Hope was the last thing he had. He never believed in God. May be it was rational, may be it was just his rebellious complexion. Whatever it was his labour brought fruit. The first signs of life appeared on the torrid earth. The green bud sprouted out of the ground in glee. Happiness. It was November now. Time flies, yes it does and soon it would fly to the frosty winter. First green leaf matured with blood gushing into the veins. The sun was shining still. The temperatures were going down by the day. He apprehended the winter but hoped for a miracle. Hope. Yeah, he still had it. And one day a blue flower bloomed. He was astonished. The winter had passed. Rather it hadn't come. He was happy. Delighted. Ecstatic. It was a miracle. Winter didn't come, the sun was shining mirthfully. And the sun kept on shining till one day the flower dried and the plant died and then it rained!!!

And I Confess

Sometimes I love them for their goods
Sometimes I hate them for their evils
Sometimes I bear with their nonsense
Sometimes I trust their advice
Sometimes I cry when they cry
Sometimes I cry when they laugh
Sometimes I laugh when they cry
Sometimes I laugh when they laugh
Sometimes I miss them when thier gone
Sometimes I wish them away
Sometimes I thank them
Sometimes I fight them
Sometimes I applaude them
Sometimes I ignore them
Sometimes I believe them
Sometimes I doubt them
Sometimes I help them
Sometimes I fail them
Sometimes I conspire with them
Sometimes I plot against them
Sometimes I praise them
Sometimes I curse them
Sometimes I just can't live with them
All the times I can't exist without them!!

Retreat

It was Blood that reddened the evening sky
When flashes from the Past passed me by,
And I fought on till the Final breath
Last summer at dusk I was laid to Death,

Six long months, dead I have been
No pain No passion No mirth have I seen,
Void spaces, No lights around
Yet, No chains, No shackles to hold me Bound.

How will I take it now, this Dazzling bright
I have been used to the Deep Dark night,
Far far West rises the Sun
Stripping the Moon off it's subtle fun,
And I hope I won't perish in Vain
Bless me, I am being born Again.

A Thousand Desires

A thousand desires such as these
Each desire worth a life time

A thousand desires unbound
of those lost n never found

A thousand desires untaught
in bloody battles never fought

A thousand desires understood
making willow of every wood

A thousand desires unfed
feeding hopes to the dead

A thousand desires untold
by raw hearts and minds old

A thousand desires unbred
across long miles still untread

A thousand desires uncared
to broken arrows not vaned

A thosand desires undesired
A thousand hearts unwired

A thousand desires indeed
those necessecities with no need

A thousand desires such as these
Each desire worth a thousand lives

Those Six Hours

I wake up every morning at 7:30. Go to the bathroom, shit, brush, shave and get ready for the office. Halfway through to the office my friend drops me and then i hire an auto. Reach the office at around 10 o' clock, sign into the attendance register. Switch on my workstation and work. Of course there are quite a few cigarette breaks! Lunch at 2, get back to office and leave at around 9. Hire an auto and get back home. Food will be ordered by the time i reach. Watch television, spend time on the internet.

Not bad eh?At the end of day I am in full control of my life.... or am I??

Let's rewind.

Every morning an alarm on my Nokia cellphone wakes me up at 7:30. I brush with my Oral-B toothbrush and Colgate toothpaste, shave with Gilette razor. Shower-Dettol soap and Clinic shampoo. Halfway through to the office my friend drops me on his Bajaj and then i hire a Bajaj auto.Reach the office at around 10 o' clock, sign into the attendance register with a Reynolds pen. Switch on my workstation with HP computer and Intel processor and work. Of course there are quite a few cigarette breaks - Wills only! Lunch at 2 at Juice Junction, get back to office and leave at around 9. Hire a Bajaj auto and get back home. Food will be ordered by the time i reach- pitza from Pizza Hut. Watch Phillips television, spend time on the internet - Airtel broadband.

At the end of the day, where am I in my life?

Take these blues away and i would be walking nude on the streets. Infact I would be walking nude nowhere.

But at the end of the day you know when I am in full control of my life? When I am absolutely free. It's those six hours of my day when I am on my bed, asleep.

Broken Arrow

I am the usurper, I am the King,
of my kingdom where no birds sing

I am a poor man's cottage, a Prince's palace,
I destroy my peace and seek my solace

I am The Captain of my empty ship
I am the One at the far end of my whip


I ve been beaten, I ve been battered,
I am a glass which has been shattered

I am the dying dream of an unsung sorrow
I am the unheard words of a Broken Arrow

Twenty One Years

Walking through the woods, with his head held high. The night was cold, his dilapidated linnen shined brightly as he surveyed through the long stretch of marshes alongside the old broken road. The moon shined even more. The night was unusually bright he thought and as he looked up the star studded sky, the Libra was standing tall amongst the others. 'Ah!', smiled the Prince, ' Twenty one. So be it'.

Yes, twenty one it was. Twenty one years ago the King had come and taken his place in the palace. The King was loved by all then. New to the knigdom, he enjoyed the comforts, the love, the affection.

'He was just like me then', remembered the Prince. Twenty one years ago when the prince had resorted to these jungles, he knew time would fly away fast, but he never believed it.


The Prince was never hated during his times. And even now no one curses him. He never came close to breaking a heart. Not one bad deed to his name. And people say he was good.
For twenty one years the King has been involved in a number of felonies, conspiracies and conniviances. He has been hated for his wrongs, loved for his goods. Yes his good deeds also find a place in the book. And he passes muster, so the people say.
The Prince, well the Prince never did anything spectacular. No one remembers him. He didn't do a thing.


The Prince smiled again and continued his walk with the old torn shoe on his left foot. The diamond of the ring on his left hand was shining as brightly as the moon.

The Prince walks on with his head still high and the King suffers.

It was twenty one years ago when the King was brought to life and the Prince lay dead.
- 22nd June 2006