Desire

All day long,

I could see you.

As you left, 

butterflies went back in cocoon.

I gaze you from far, 

your beauty,

as seductive as ever.

Never have I told you, 

the quantity,

surely, the sea is less than my love.

Moments slipped,

as you went away.

Love sublimed.

Memories vanished.

All I have is,

Longing for you!!!

दुलार

कभी मोर की,
कभी खरगोश की,
रोटी बनाती थीं,

माँ! तुम कितना मुझे बहलाती थीं.

नींद में
प्यार से निवाले खिलातीं थीं
माँ! तुम कितना मुझे बहलाती थीं.

छुपन-छुपाई के खेल में,
अपने आँचल में छुपा लेती थीं,
माँ! तुम कितना मुझे बहलाती थीं.

जब पक जाते थे मेरे कान,
सोने के बुन्दों से,
चंदा कह के,
चांदी की बाली पहनाती थीं,
माँ! तुम कितना मुझे बहलाती थीं.

मोम से,

अपनी फटी एड़ियाँ भरती थीं,

लेकिन,

मेरे चहरे पे मलाई लगाती थीं,

माँ! तुम कितना मुझे बहलाती थीं.

जब बुरे सपने से उचटती थी नींद मेरी,

मुट्ठी के नमक से मेरा डर घुलवाती थीं,

माँ! तुम कितना मुझे बहलाती थीं.

कहते सुना था मैंने तुमको,

सुबह के सपने सच होते हैं,

मैंने देखा खुदको तुम्हारे आँचल में दुबके, 

माँ! क्या अब भी बहलाती हो मुझको ?

Strokes!!

Once you told me, 

you need nothing but me,

Tangled threads of rules and desire,

threw me in eternal fire,

Absconding me, from your memories,

they are nothing but accessories,

Deleted you from technology support,

heart's ROM will I soon transport,

Moments slipped as drops from eyes,

wonder I, do they still spy?

Clinging to my soul in fright,

now I know direction right,

Trail of blood show me am walking,

So peeled I scab from wounds healing....

Written on: Nov. 10th 2011 here 

Make a fresh start

They always say, "make a fresh start";

Whenever something happens,
or DOESNT happen,
They say "make a fresh start";

By end of failed, toiled, loathing night,
they say "make a fresh start";

Do I have a RAM fitted in,
that resets everything within;

Or do they think the bath,
washes the memory path;

Or do they want me to be desirous,
reach the dreams posthumous;