एक आदत की तरह हम भी जिये जाते है

युंकि हर सुबह को शाम, रात को सेंहर तक ले जाते हैं

मक़सद ढ़ुंढ़ने की फ़िक्र है ना अंजाम का ख़ौफ़

हम तो ख़ुश है कि खुशरंग साथ व सफ़र मे

मेरे रात और पहर बहुत ख़ूब कटे जाते हैं।

Namaste -

I say 

From depth of soul

It bows to honour

The undaunted courage

That leave it's mark on 

Every human 

Who thru suffering and pain -

When every duality 

Detracts to digress

With utter humility and bond of love

Travels forth with unyielding spirit

From the seen

To unseen domain 

With faith to surrender soul

Alone to Divine

To attain his Whole.

तो पकड़ ली मैंने 

एक ही राह

एक ही रही डगर 

एक ही ठौर मैं चली

तुम ही मद

रस, मधु, मदीरा, स्वाद

सब तुम से

तुम में रन के।

चल पड़ी सही

पर मोड़ों की ख़बर नहीं

कमज़ोर क़दम हैं

और इकमात्र सारथी

है इक घायल दिल

और अटूट यक़ीं -

जो सफ़र रहा 

तुम से तुम तक

तो फिर लाज़िम

दिवाने का ठौर

पहुँच जाना है।

कहने और सुनने का 

तो रिश्ता है हमारा तुम्हारा

मैंने ख़ूब कहा

तुमने भरपूर सुना - 

अब मेरे सुनने की है बारी ।

Emotion wells

Love is here 

Refusing to be withheld 

By any holding dam

Threatening to burst

Heart at seam

So tell me my Love -

How I ought express 

My fondness or yearn

That"s been seeded 

Now raring to sprout

It wants to dig deeper at root

I wonder 

From where to learn

How to cuddle, embrace

Surrender to Grace

Burying the material to unite

How does indeed 

The form of finite 

Dissolve itself to be one

With the formless Infinite?

हर कहानी वही है

वक़्त के दलदल पे

लुढ़कते फिसलते

कई रस्सी लगी हाथ -

बस वो जो सिरा

था तुमसे जो मिला

जब उसे पकड़ लिया 

तब जा पैर जमा 

तेरे बन्दे ने ली

राहत की अंगड़ाई है ।

कहाॅ आता मुझे

बाँधना, बंधाना

जो तुमपे कोई रोक धरूँ

सो ख़ूब उड़ो

स्वच्छन्द फिरो

ये आकाश तुम्हारा है।

For my sons

दुख से तो दिल का 

गहरा रिश्ता है

हर दुख दर्द का बीज धरता है

आँसुओं से सिंच 

इक नया अस्तित्व सजता है!

Life is lived fully

When only

It's experienced from heart

From truth.

Taste of freedom

How are you she asked

A friend from grieving times -

I pondered then with playful smile 

I am good

Feel very very good

And, what may be the reason behind?

Is it shattered illusion

That brings such joy

Or, clarity of vision

That has pierced surround 

The smokescreen fell

To reveal the Real behind?

The hand that punched

Feels hurt, still sore

Throb of pulse and beat of heart  

Let freedom surge at it's core

No name, relation, beiief or dutiful chore

Tugs pointlessly

At strings of my being

No longer I'm bound 

To pretence any more

I feel jaunt and cheer

Light skip is here 

For finally i feel i am 

The one I was meant to be

Yahoo with surrender

I am free.

I have a dream

I have a dream:

To live -

Each day with smile 

Then let go of life

With contented sigh

Having lived 

With gratitude 

Simply to be one

With the One

Having delivered 

On promise

To do His will 

On earth, as in heaven.

As men and women 

We meet many - form relation

Some sour, some sweet

And in trying to attain

Our highest and good

There'll always be 

Choices to make

It stands there with guarantee

It'll never go wrong

Won't ever cause lasting hurt

So long it is feeling

Of joy, truth and love 

That we take

To side with.

मंज़िल बदलती है

ठहराव की मंज़िल पा ठिठकी

ठहर, पड़ाव डाल जो नज़र उठी

तो पाया -

अब मंज़िल बदल चुकी!

Confession

In yearn to belong

I sold my soul

To another

And realised

My heart's master

Was possessed

To all else he belonged.

Yoga for me

Yoga -

A path

A union

A knowing

A living

A return

to Self

to Source

to Truth.

निराकार परमात्मा

तुम्हारी आडंी तिरछी लकीरों़ में समाई सृष्टि

और उस में बध मैं भी

ढूंढती हुँ उसका आधार

जो मेरी आत्मा 

का स्वरूप पूरा कर दे;

युं जो तुमने ही खींची 

हर आकार की सीमा 

उसकी रूह के संकुचित निर्माण 

या विस्तार का ज़िम्मा

तुम्हारी रचना के 

सरल अध्याय का पन्ना ठहरा,

सो अब -

सबक़ मुकम्मल कर दो ।

Misunderstood

Intense intensity

of my harboured emotions

has been misread

labelled abject dejection

when in self perception,

my friend

there is felt not any other than

a rosy realisation

a cheerful acceptance 

of all that's here

is to ground and align

to designated dimension

of a pre-determined entity

that constitutes me -

I live content

In its every moment.

It's good enough

Every end of day

my mantra is -

I can only do my best

whether lists get done

or, there are no hearts won

I can only accept

with gratitude

that what's been done today

is the best I could
and whatever has seen
light of my day
whatever did come about
through tear and toil 

is good enough
to simply be
a reason to rejoice

and celebrate.

Being in the moment

We try

To make other smile

Conscious of 

What's been left behind

It was precious

It was rare

So what remains

Is worthy of care

For this moment 

Is only for a while.

Here I'm about to turn

another page -

knowing full well

climax is over;

it's time to focus Scribe

the epilogue is here -

every act, each character

has had a play
while my back's bare,

plate empty

hands in clear
I sigh in content

for Mulan of my soul 

has had her day
Pixie has flit about
in gay abandon
while the Puckish me
imp-ed without a care
the well meaning truant
has delved in all -
so pick pen afresh

with final stroke
prepare for curtain call

let the finale be a line
that lays me to somber rest 

in happy sleep of oblivion

to any clap and roar.