chetna

Priye
Sachet preet hi sacchi hai
Jahan bheet na ho khone ki
Khud ko
Aur tum se paane ka

lobh nahin.

What was I
but a grain of earth
till water

seeped in through,
wind suckled in
to gush the spirit forth
when turning

matter into me.
I felt then

thought, breathed
and thrived
merged myself into another

thus evolving more and more

I came from

nothing into being.

Today silence is pitched
against humdrums of life
beseeching calm
not a contained chaos;
a battle that

I never thought

could be won,
does not seem impossible

now with many hours

behind us

I control self by myself

unlike that

emotional wreck

who mocked in mirror

at most times

it feels so good

to live again

with renewed zeal

and vigour.

ekaki

ekaki hoon
kise pukaroon
aur kaise

ke mile woh
apna ban ke apnaye jo
hamesha ke liye.....

mujhe ab bhi
tumhari talaash hai.

moving forward

I take a step

at a time

leading self on

tight leash of chime

that tighten hold each day

and remind me

with so much glee

in content satisfaction

i note that

now only me belongs

to me, rest all is

sheer apparition!

Selfish dream

My dreams are simple
petty and meek.
I dream only

of home
of love, of mate

close to heart,
so much so

he needs no words
to heed

what my soul aspires.
I want to belong

be of that one
who desires nought

but me,
he dreams for me
of me is fulfilled

by giving fulfilment in life

to me.

Homeless

I was born-

in father's home

to husband's I was wed

I wait to be sheltered

by sons I’d borne

for finally that dawn

to make its way

when I'll find

I have my space

In grave

I will be brave

for it will be

my very own

to lie in peace

and rest alone

I'll be there till

eternity.

Life

As I walk through
unknown alleys
a thought takes seed
in mind;
it races and evolves

into a wish

and desire
to ardently pursue
against all odds

insurmountable,

I submit me

in appeal

then to a powerful Unseen Force

it gently guards

pulls me thru'
making life a dream

in waiting

to be fulfilled.

There is silver strand
on my forehead
a shining testimonial-
a reminder
of having met life
at terms not my own.

I met it with ardour
tamed by patience

for reasons unknown
yet through all seasons

somehow

I've managed

to hold firmly

onto ME.

Shine

the light

while candle burns
the end

is not far
in sight.

Equations of life

To live
is to think
is to reflect
is to improve
and to do
is to flounder and perform
is to achieve
to give
is to receive
satisfaction supreme.

written (? July - Nov 1997)

Old joting

How little did I know you
when I turned
towards you
in hope
and trust.

The world warned,
yet love beckoned.
I heeded not the former.
Believing you'll
keep me warm
in hearth and heart,
your love'll
be my armour.

Time disproved
and I regret not
nor tears are shed
any day, any more.

Life couldn't
have taught
in a sweeter way-
seek from none,
expect not,
place belief
in none
but
thy self!

dates not known ? 1997

A season of Love

Now you call
and tell me of love
when directions have changed
so has my vision.

Yes, my friend
we trod indeed once
alleys of passion
in need of company
were we

walking together,
we spoke
but listened not
to pain and

the yearn

that was harboured
inflicted on the other

until beyond yonder

we were swamped

by high tides of time

our hearts

parted without wonder

we now stand apart

not only in space

values as well
have changed
aspirations too

I no longer seek

even friendship

out of you.

This is how
I like

to reflect when

wisdom knocks ashore
some reason:
what we'd shared

was just a passing season-

strangers we were then
strangers we're now
and as souls

strangers we shall
always be

even in Heaven.

(written on 29.11.95)

Old jotings

Adam was born
in quest of knowledge
to seek and strive
for more
observe
analyse
and comprehend
then bow before
Him
who created
microscopically, histologically,
systematically,physiolologically
and at times
to manifest
pathologically
organised being
of Man.

Written on 27.12.97

On way to work

Faces fly past,
some happy

some sad,
each has there

etched across
some tales of joy

at times

anxiety lines
relate stories

of sorrow.

Each passenger

has in them

something to

share yet

they hold on to

what's their

with a

nervous fear.

revised 9.3.10

Wounds of Time

True

time heals

scars disfigure tho'

leaving unseemly marks

where once

there was

a clean slate.

Without Love

Bollocks
i'd said
i care not

in the least

for love at all
only for life

i am keen
living to the full;

but realised
when away

without thee

no life can be
when love is lacking

I'm not me!


LOVE COME BACK TO ME

Keep Dreaming

Dream you must
to see the vison

of hues that

are to be
your horizon.