May 31, 2012

तुम हो!

तुम्हारे बारें में क्या कहूँ,
क्या लिखूं
जो अब तक नहीं कहा
जो अब तक नहीं लिखा!

साँसों में उठते तूफ़ान
से लेकर,
धड़कन में बसा उन्माद
सभी तो तुम हो!

कल तक नीले आसमान का
विस्तार थे,
तो आज इन्ही के बादलों का
स्याह रूप भी तो तुम हो!

फूलों की मोहक खुशबू
में रची बसी तुम्हारी याद,
तो तितलियों के हज़ार रंगों
में मेरा रंग तो तुम हो!

तमाम बातों एहसासों
में आदि-अंत हो तुम,
जाने-अनजाने, गाहे-बगाहे
हर शब्द की आत्मा में तो तुम हो!

दुनिया के इस अनंत स्वरुप 
में जब तुम हो
कैसे कहूँ शब्दों को बाँध 
लिया मैंने,
के अब बस परिभाषित कर दिया
कुछ और नहीं मेरे पास
कुछ और नहीं मेरे हाथ
हर लकीर के हर हिस्से में कहीं तो तुम हो!

This poem describes longing and pain when someone beloved is far! The presence or even a tiny glimpse of the beloved brings joy and happiness immeasurable. To surprise of many of you, I have written this poem in memory of something I used to be happy with- my work! Currently trying to find something meaningful to do in life, to accomplish something...this poem, these words shared my burden once again to bring back my hopes because the power to be happy and the feeling to feel accomplished, resides in me, just like when I say-  हर लकीर के हर हिस्से में कहीं तो तुम हो! ....the beloved is there, everywhere and hence the words can never finish their efforts describing him!

The photo has been a courtesy of my good friend and photographer, Achin- (

May 18, 2012


Some thoughts often traversed my mind but the words filled my pen when I read a dear blogger friend's post about soul and body-

Thanks Saru to let my words free. Confused/weird/agendaless I may seem here but I think the truth felt by me is what I have expressed in these words. 

The heat scorching & burning
the skin,
deep within burns the flesh
full of desire!
Ostentatious it is
the material world,
still each second the blood seeps
more of it!

Was it a touch I craved for,
was it a moment I longed for,
was it a medal I ran for,
everything stays
life moves on,
and null moves on with me...
still we run behind a mirage!

Can words be full of
deep faith,
or is it the soul that's
the true aim?
mirror everywhere shows
what the eyes of mind weave,
so easily falling prey
overlooking how humane it is!

The deep eyes, the beautiful voice
the clasped hands, the lovely embrace
the promises, the held desire
the planning mind, the toiling hands
is it all what I have?
is it what I am?
or its the soulmate,
or the soul-
the one that lives
deep within the cores of heart
far from the reach of the mind
where no desire stems
where no flesh burns
where no longings scream
where no mirrors create mirage
where HE reigns!