Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Kaash aissa hota

Kaash aisa hota....
ham khwabon ke mahal mein rahte
khushiyon ke bicchawan pe rakha
armanon ka takiya hota.

Sukh chain ki basti hoti
jahan raaj aman ka hota
samay ke arjun ban kar
itihaas naya yoon rachte
mehnat se sinchi dharti par
karmon ke nishan hi milte.

Aasha ki kiran se sik kar
aaghaz subah ka karte
suraj ki tapish mein tap kar
josh ke dariya bahte.

Shaam rangon bhari aa kar
jo saans shram se deti
betaab kadam tezi se
us ore hamen le badhte
pyaar ka pyala pee kar
khushq labon ko
rahat milti.

Phir taron ki mehfil jamti
nisha dulhan si sajti
aur neend liye aankhon mein
ham chaand ko taaka karte
koi taan pawan ched deti
ek khamosh sa lamha hota
us raat hamen sone ko
hamari chahat ka
basera hota
yun roz tumhari bahon mein
ik naya sawera hota.

Kash aisa hota...
ye 'kaash' haqiqat hota....

Written on 2nd January 1991. Found yesterday on 29.09.2009

Kash persists even further away from reality.

Sunday, September 27, 2009


I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own,
The cars, the house, the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard;
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.

So when your eulogy is being read
With your life's actions to rehash,
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?

A poem by Linda Ellis - Sent by Umang

Wednesday, July 22, 2009


preet dhoondhti hain meri aankhen
tumhare chehre ki har lakeer mein
komal nayan sparsh
madhur lamas hoton ka
har dhadkan meri
bas maang rahi
tum se yehi -
kuch anmol palon
ka narm aalingan
ek nirmam sangam jo
is pyase man ki
thodi peed hare.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

half an hour to midnight
my world is sleeping tight
i toss n turn
watch the rhythm
rise and fall of breathing belly
a silent mate -
I m committed to belong
with solid vows in matrimony.
He sleeps oblivious
as I alone
lie next to none
aware more than ever
of emptiness beyond
my lonesome heart
that struggles hard to resist
the last kindles of flickering fire
from being extinguished
as I face perpetual dilemna:
to be, or not to be -
in love without expectation?

Then ...
a car whizzes past
the street I live, the house
which is home to me, at last
has its silence broken
The screech of brakes
on quiet residential road
state to me with wilful intent -
cheer up now
reach for windows:
a starry sky is set aglow
it is without the moon tho'.
It may be
soulless without the moon
countless comets, stars and planets
but gracely light
the night's courtyard, Yo!
no issues now
let moon to rest
focus outwards on the many more
that shine beside you
breath and blaze
to share with you
their nights and days
with needs and thoughts
filled to brim, waiting to
listen and be listened
seeking to share
life foul and fair
so get on and spread your wings
turn and speak
to those who care
for a soliloquy.

when life breeds new life
the moment that dawns
celebrates the promise of
more pain some love
and experiences anew
that definitely will be -

Wish there could always be
the promise of fulfilment too.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Today I stumbled across
a collection of blogs
they reminded me of
love as it is
sharp and tender
mostly scathing to soul
yet for
a fleeting rare moment
can seemingly be cool
enough to rest a lifetime
in its shadow.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

I dream...

I dream of times
when drone of guns
will affect not the world
nor cries of children
tear apart lives of
many innocent
we'll still live for more
but with different goals
harmony shall be
the overriding
theme for all.

Friday, March 13, 2009


kaun kab tak tika rahe
is ummeed par
ke sawera hoga jab
isi taraf se suryodaya hoga
bikher dega woh
apni kirnon ka prakash
apni damak mein lapet lega
mere hi ang prasang ko

is liye -
ab raste badal diye hain maine.

Saturday, February 07, 2009


I want to live
for alive I am not
yes breathe and eat I do
I see, smell, hear and feel too
yet alive for certain, I am not.

Those values that
I'd read about
values that were once applauded
in quarters of home, in schools,
were sung aloud
on the roads
of my happy childhood-
these seem to have left,
leaving bereft
the world that I now form a part of.
These no longer frame
the social array where
love and loyalty were once
some worthsome causes
to be cherished,
to be upheld
for all in the Humanity.
Selflessness then
was not a mere matter of word
it was the way,
the code to govern
a sate common life.

Now I've moved
so much further from then.
I look here and there in vain
for warmth, for emotions
for company
in a jungle of men
who though seem the same
as in the times gone by
are so different
for fellow men
care an iota not -
who pounces,
who is pounced upon
who survives,
and in what vein.
for as long as there is a feast close at hand
each man can unhesitatingly be
a beast, a hound
an unkind fella
to any or all around.
To question 'why' and 'what'
matters in the least
as standards of doubles
commonly abound
casting a curse
on several hapless lives,
lives that are marked
with craving for more
rather than content
to say for once
'no more'.

I too watch, perceive
and yet do not in the least
resist, or protest
I wilfully remain against
all that I once stood for
choosing to whither within
rather than stopping to exist
in my physical material form.
To eat, to breathe,
barely to be me
my primal instincts
to syrvive have won
they've won
in silencing the spiritual soul.
It is for this rason
that I believe
Alive I certainly am not.

Friday, February 06, 2009

Beta aap kal ho hamaara

Beta aap kal ho hamaara
aur hamaare ateet ka
mera maan samman, tumhi to
mera ati abhimaan ho tum to -
so sambhalna khud ko.

Chalna yoon ki
sthir kadam ho aur nazar bhi.
mile bhoot ko sheetal chaon
tumhi se
bhavishya balishtha khada ho
ek saksham, sanyam neenv par
Beta aap kal ho hamara.

Jo puccho haq se -
chali kya main bhi
isi ada se?
to bharpoor hoonkar bharoongi
purkhon, vedon, sanskar se ris ris
dhara jeevan ko laangh chali thi
aur jab shareer
ho pada tha durbal
naiya tab bhi to
kheench rahi thi
nahin sahaj jatil path durgam,
mere aatur vayakul man ko
tab bhi to
bharpoor jeene ki
seekh mili thi.

Aur ab dhoomil ho padi hai kaya
nahi bachi aasha, akansha
hriday jawala bhi shesh nahin hai.
niyati ki hoon bas
taak lagaye
jo jane kab
paltaye kismet, kab
bejan ho
mile vristha bhumi se
haad maas ka dhancha nirbal
kis din
jane kab ye kis dum…?

To socha
batiya loon tumse-
kah doon mamta ke
jaal mein phans kar
bas phool pade
rahon mein yunki
har kanta buhar chuki
main chun chun
itna door pare ki
koi machalti byaar bhi kabhi
na uda laye tale tumhare
kanton ki koyi
chubbhan kahin.

Yatharth ki magar suno
bahut pare katha hai,
tum abhi se ye jano Beta -
zaroor kabhi hawa bahegi
yauwan mein badmast bahaar ki,
badlenge phir sare mausam -
jhulasati, chinghaadti loo kabhi
aur kabhi purwayi
saawan ki khunak liye
phir patjhad ki khalish lagegi
komal sparsh phoolon ke
honge to, chubhan se bachna kahin nahi hai
har rahi ko
annayas nishchit hi,
chubheele kaanton ki sej milegi.

Tab tum dheeraj sahas rakhna
har jeevan yug mein Beta
bas purush ban chalna
paurush se marna
bandhu bhrata se nata rakhna
jo phisal pade to madad milegi
kyonki mod naye kayi honge
mudo jab bhi
ye himmat rakhna
har dagar chalegi
wahin milegi
jis thaur abhi main jati beta -
to dharam, karam ki gaanth pakad,
mile samaykosh se
pal le kar, tum nirantar
bedarr chal padna
isliye ke -
jis simt bhi jaoge baccha
purnviram nahin door pada hai,
chalte jaoge
to hi paoge
manzil nikat thode pag
aur paas khadi hai.

Beta, mera atmsamman ho tum
maryada ki paribhasha tum
chahat ka imaan bhi tum ho
so sambhalna khud ko
Beta aap kal ho hamara.


However much I strive
to reach the shores
new waves knock me down
moving me away
further younder!


zindagi ki shaam hai
aur kuch pal bitane
ateet ke sang
chal pade hai kadam
sane gard o ghubaar mein
har adchan se bekhabar
har hahakar ko kar darguzar
badh chale rahe
tumhare ghar talak.
lagan bas yoon hai
ke guzaar lain
kuch pal yahan thahar lain
kuch der
purani yadon ki thandi chaon mein.
kyonki shaam
to hai ab ho chooki
kuch hi der to aur hai roshni
kal ko jane kis pat ho dhoop khili?
aur jaane kab kis taraf kiska
ho raha suryaast ho?

Written while sitting in a traffic jam when going to meet a childhood friend after a long time. (July 2008)