Thursday, July 28, 2011


Shining Swing....


Your hair swirls, laughter echoes,

As the swing oscillates from heads to toes.

Your head thrown back in the motion is a visual delight,

Teeth shining bright calls for beholding the sight.

My able hands give the swing a forceful thrust,

You sit pretty with arms wide, full in trust.

The joy of your face wavers never whether in crest or through,

The heart who doesn’t beat with you is either dead or is tough.


You were my first love, my first flight to heaven,

I recall you were about four, I only seven.

The swing of life gave me all the crests, but you,

You swung into oblivion, the playground is empty without you.

I take the swing now also, but alone are the rhymes,

Laughing a hearty laugh like you brings back the old times.

The swing but dies early, oscillation damp and jerky,

The shining swing now suffers from damp rust, all cranky and creaky.


They say childhood and love are always there,

I seek your friendship, I search that stare.

I will tell all that you were there, when I pushed that swing, When I wiped your tears,

That you will come back unannounced, laughing that gaily laugh of yours.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

A soliloquy...

A soliloquy

I know not whether you hear me,
Doesn`t matter.I walk alone.I talk alone to thee.

I discard the shackles that world snakes around,
Broke free.I am free.Wings took me above ground.

I see the dancing flames that devour all souls,
I burn in hell.I burn within.Fire dwindling,throw more coals.

I pray in desire of deliverance and infamy,
I kneel.I genuflect.I bow to the idols of the tyranny.

I aspire the heights of the mountains rise,
I jump in ecstacy.I fell all inspired and wise.

I sometimes wonder at the ignominy of the journey,
I sail alone.The caption of the ship alone takes the tourney

Sher-o-Shayari 6


Jalsa hi maloom na tha is takdeer ka,
Ki khaak ho gayi roshni chamakne se pehle.

Aaj jaanib aai hai jab wo pehli dafa,
Hum kabr se nikalne ko tayaar na the.

Shayari muflisi ka hi ek shor hai galib,
Ki dil ki aawaz ka tehkhana to humne bhi nahi dekha.

Har manzar me ab aapka saya shor karta hai,
Deedar to barson pehle chhin liya tha aapne.

Khayalat me ab raha karta hai tumhara aks,
Ki roz tumhe dekhne ki haisiyat nahi.

Tere mohalle se guzrega kal janaza mera,
Ki teri khooshbu jaanat me le jaane ki khwaiish hai.

Gehrai is nazm me nahi hai aye saaki,
Ki jaam hi ab dil me utra karte hai.

Tanhaii ka shor ab bebas sa hua lagta hai,
Tere jaane ka ehsaas ab paraya sa lagta hai.

surkh ho gayi hai ab kalam ki syahi likhte likhte,
Ki ab ghazal me bhi aapka deedar nahi milta.

Khadim ki ye hai peshkash aakhiri,
ki maut bhi ab aane se mana karti hai.

A Rummy Affair...

Rummy Affair..

I was not surprised,
When the knife was prised,
As it is the day was gloomy,
An ominous pall fell on the lair,
I saw through it.A rummy affair!

She looked in the eyes with full of wonder,
My heart rumbled with booms and thunder,
Can`t figure why the change of guard,
It smelled fishy,both to the baron and the bard,
I learned a lesson never to dare.
I nosed into it.A rummy affair!

The kettle gave a strange wheezle,
It burned!bounced & let out a fiery sizzle,
Far from the dinner I was promised,I surmised,
A strange boil,an arcane mix was on the side,
All the caution and the sagacity was on the spare,
I smelled it from far.A rummy affair!

The setting was one with a filmy flair,
The ugly horse was after the fair mare,
But romance was nowhere to be seen,uninvited!
Television also blared gory gobbledygook,blighted!
It was a night where the stars hid behind the dark veil out of fear,
Even the wind rustle was missing,I guessed the end was near.
I bade my host sayonara from long.A rummy affair!!

Flipping through the pages...

Flipping through the pages...

I saw & wondered!Then something I remembered!
The sands of time slip by quick,
The chimes of the old board the return ship.
Flipping through the pages of life,I remembered & I wondered!

The cobwebs have taken their hold on the memories,
Grime have soften the strong bonds of the eternal coteries,
Unfortunate it seems,but the almanac is now dusty,
The pages are tough to turn,all worn and rusty.

Years have passed since I entered the forgotten hallows,
The remains of the good times proliferate,staring back are the shadows.

Severance of bonds of the old took away that tether,
Tell the bleeding heart,the blood pumps whither.

Clicked albums have forgot the negatives that came before,
Memories have gorged out the back eyes,darkness only bore.

I tried to tell myself not to take the rotten path of the old,
But alas! the heart blinks stupidly at the years that were forged of gold.

Gathering disjointed thoughts,I saw myself looking at a forlorn picture,
The eyes bubbled with laughter, mouth a sad-grim mixture.

So long! I said and closed the book that was home to the skeletons of the past,
I said to myself,'Wonder when I saw through my facade last.'

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Getting back to you ..

Getting back to you...

Eyes sparkle,tears dance,
Seeing you again,I go in a trance.

Mind went numb as I saw you again,
Sound came in waves,memories came in train.

Calculating heart beats that went astray,
I locked eyes with you that had much to say.

Petite hands,lithe figure, and a flickering smile,
She sent rosy vibes aplenty,easy was her guile.

Words belie emotions,failed me in entirety,
I saw the waiting heart,to connect again was the prioirity.

The longing was mutual,I felt the unbridled warmth.
But I downplayed the signal,my ego looked north.

I waited for the moment,sheepishly rubbed at trousers the shoe,
I never thought I would see you again,leave alone getting back to you.

Pyaar ki Tehzeeb...

Pyaar ki tehzeeb...

Ek muddat ho chali hai aapke shehar me aaye,
Aazmane chale hai apni niyat,fakhta hai wo saaye.

Dil-e-Nadaan ko sambhalna maloom nahi hai tujhe aye saaki,
Rashk-e-ishq ko nasoor na bana,kasar nahi ab koi baaki.

Pyaar ki tehzeeb jaane bagaair na kar is marz ki dawa,
Tarannum ko na chhed,ki nazm ka ruk na jaaye karvan.

Tujhe yaad karne ki saza hai ab ho jana fanaa,
Bhoolne me laga hai arsa,hai apne hi khoon se mere haath sana.

Rukna tere liye naseeb ban gaya tha is khaaksaar ka,
Chehra tera rakeeb ho gaya tha mera,door hona tujhse hi sahi tha.

Khooshboo hi kaafi hai ab ishq-aye-izhaar ko tumse,
Teri zindagi ab udhaar hai hum par,zehan me bas tumhi the kasam se.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Hidden Treasure...

Hidden Treasure..

Trowel and Shovel! Axe and Hammer!!
Dig the character deep,unearth the hidden treasure.

Not the glittering jewels! No,no! not the riches of the old!!
Hold the greedy hand back,give away the worthless gold!!

Flip the coin,dovetail the character,
Accept inevitability,there isn`t any nectar.

Searching!! Under the dusty bowels of earth.
Searching!! Above the high echelons of sky,effort not in dearth.

You will never find them in the materialistic meadows,
The truth lies ahead,decpetion lurks in the dark past shadows.

Soul searching! In the deepest veins of a pumping heart!!
Character lynching! In the darkest hours that end with a start!!

A jewel called honesty would be lying alone!

Nobility called humility would be lying unattended ,a stone!

A trinket called truth for it values the marrow in the bone!

A heirloom called character for it  is the only beacon of light that shone and shone!

Look within,the eyes of the seer has come calleth.
Say forth,the call of the heaven has called sayeth.

The treasure hidden is calling the worthy new,
Explorers are aplenty,anchors are rusty and few.

The reality is simple,never too arcane,never too bold,
Life is much more than living,its a story to behold and to be told.



Thunder was rolling ,waves were receding,
Sands were being reformed,as I was seceding.

SeaShells! I heard them.
SeaShells! I smelled them.

White shells shone in the cloud light filtering down,
Twilight red hued the horizon,yellow sand wore a mask of brown.

Mermaid sloped and eloped,in splashes of water I groaned,
Inebriated I roamed,In silos I frowned.

SeaShells! I picked them.
SeaShells! I threw them.

I sang with the song of the ocean,
I let the froth of the water wash away my corrosion.

Whipping my hair was the wind inordinate,
Threadbare I carassed the sand,no coordinate!

Imprints on the sand were immortal today,
I could breathe the ocean If I please,if I may.

SeaShells! I counted them.
SeaShells! I pocketed them.

Sunday, July 3, 2011


Chhoti Chhoti Yadein: Mera Bachpan

Aksar tatolti hai mujhe wo chhoti chhoti yadein,
Wo khel ladakpan ke,bachpan ke wo vaade.

Kya main hi tha wo jo the hamare saath,ye poochti!
Kabhi athkheliyan dohrati,kabhi paheli boojhti!

Yaad nahi theek se wo rona cycle se girne par,
Kaun si thi wo lakdi,jo maar chalata tha us tyre par.

Baarish me wo behte paani me machalna,
Nikar pahen bedhadak awara wo bhatakna,
Aanwale ki khatas par wo daant bheench lena,
Wo kulfi wale ki ghanti par kaan khade hona,
Bachpan me sab sahi tha,
Khara khota sab hara tha.

Tarkash ke teer ki maafik daud jaata tha race me,
Ghar chhodne ki dhamkiyan badi di hai chutpan ke us taish me,
Aaram tha maa ki god aur pita ke kandon ki uchaai me,
Sihran thi pita ki daat ke dar me,marham maa kis dular me.

Kya yaad hai tumhe,yaadein poochti hai aksar ye roobaroo,

Ek naya sikka bhi khazana lagta tha,
Us nayi toffee ke swad ko dil deewana lagta tha,
Kitna alag tha wo manzar,kitna maasoom the wo baras,
Apni khwahishon ko rupyon me tolte nahi the hum,

Varna aaj to lakhon bhi kar jaate hai beabroo.

Ab jab likhne ko dil chahta hai,
Aaj jab apne jazbat ukerne ko dil chahta hai,
Yaad aata hai wo school uniform,wo teacher ka harpal daantna,
Kitabein bachpan ki,wo amar kahaniyan,wo ka kha ga aur ABCD ka ratna.

Yadein jhakjhorti hai mujhe har us vakye ki or,
Meri izzat ki jab jab thami thi mere maa-pita ne dor,
Kehti hai yein bhula na dena kahi aadambar me us pyaar ko,
Lajja rakhna unki bhi,chahe dutkar saare sansar ko.

Apni galiyon ka jab tha main raja,
Nange pair hi udham machata,bajata jor se do paise ka wo baaja,
Har cheez lagti thi badi badi si,raha chhutpan ko kosta sada,
Ab badi lagti hai wo bachpan ki wo meri duniya hi,le chal mujhe wahan yada-kada.

Ghaas-phoos ke kaanton se bhi thi tab gehri dosti,
Un maidano me ki jo dosto ke sang,bhoolti nahi wo masti,
Compass box me samet kar pencil,rubber,sharpner aur scale,
Adhman pahunchta tha tab school,lagti thi wo ek jail.
Ab rahi nahi wo imarat jahan baalpan gujra tha kabhi,
Kho gaye dost saare,bhichhad gaye wo log sabhi.

Yaadein poochti hai aksar,ki yaad hai tumhe wo pyaari si gudgudi,
Ek chhavi ubhar aati hai aankhon me us baarish ki,sadak par behti meri nanhi si nadi.

Bhulna mat toot-te daanton aur nai Choton ke wo kisse,
Nayi kitabon ka wo josh,naye khiloune mere jalte the doosre bacche jinse.

Cartoon ki wo jo har subah se rah taki thi,
Jhoolon par ek baar aur baithne ki aas bhala kab ruki thi,
School ka wo pehla fancy dress,wo pehli baar padi teacher ki scale,
Har baar ka bhai-behno se jhagda,Bachpan ye kaisa bemel.

Nanhi si darakht me simat jaata tha tab,tha dubla sa,
Papa ki scooter par  ulta baithne me tha ek alag hi maza sa.
Har cheez,har imarat lagti thi badi-badi si tab,
Baal sawarne aate na the,naai tak jaane me karta tha kartab.

Patakhon aur mithaii se tha tab sarokar,
Kise chinta thi kya hai diwali ka tyohar.
Holi par bhoot banta aur itrata tha,
Chhota sa tha,par sabko khoob darata tha.

Chhutiyan un tapti garmiyon ki nahi jalati thi twacha ko kabhi,
Khajoor,Kavit,imli aur jaamun ki thi satat lalak,paththar jage kabhi kabhi.

Nana-Naani,Dada-Daadi ka wo dular aur wo kahaniyan,
Aaj bhi ghere hai man ko,maaf thi sab shaitaniyan.

Chitra ukerta tha tab bhi par,rang bharta tha dil par,
Has deta hoon aaj bhi par,khushi kho gayi kahi in paison ke dher par.

Komal bachpan ka swad aaj bhi roj subah toothpaste me aata hai,
Thook deta hoon badappan ki chintayein,wo ladka aaj bhi milne aata hai.


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