खिल उठी लौ ....!!

जिधर जाये नज़र ...
उधर एक राह नज़र आती है ....
कैसे जानू मेरी कौन सी है ....

नज़र भी दूर तक नहीं जाती ...
जाने क्या चाहिए मुझे...
शायद एक भरोसे की दरकार है ...

उधर से बहती हवा ...
जो मेरी लौ के साथ अठखेलिया कर रही ...
उसे उँगलियों में लपेट कर साथ रखता हूँ ...

शायद कभी हवाओं के पट पर कुछ लिखा होगा ...
आज फिर वही पढने की कोशिश करता हूँ...

सोचता हूँ... जाने ऐसा क्या लिखा था...
जो आज समझ ही नहीं आता...

इस अंतर्द्वंद के मायने शायद समझ ही नहीं पाया ....
इस विचिलित मनं को शांत करता कैसे...

तभी नज़र पड़ी, हवा से इठलाती, लहराती लौ पर...
हाथों में लेकर, जब उँगलियों से उसे टटोला ...
तो समझ आया ...

इस लौ रुपी व्यथा को खंगालने से कुछ न मिलेगा ..
सार इसी में है की...

जैसे लौ का धर्म है राह दिखाना....
वैसे ही व्यथा की नियति है राह पे आगे बढ़ाना...!

You

I was walking fast,
Yes, I had missed my break-fast,

Sure something was on my mind,
May be the situation wasn't too kind,

While walking, everything in view was scanned,
I really wished why wasn't all that canned.

Suddenly something my eye caught,
It was as beautiful as a thought.

Everything about it was near perfect,
And neither did I had an eye for any defect,

It was all beautifully woven,
I could tell the touch would have been silken,

The important Diary in my hand,
Took no time to reach the ground,

Embarrassed, I looked down, for a while,
It was then she chose to smile.

Though I missed that,
May be I was timed to miss that,
But what I caught ,
was more important than that.

I did noticed her unfinished smile,
It was sure an opportunity to beguile.

Though she got me flustered...
And with all the courage I could muster..
All I chose to do was smile shyly...
She too couldn't keep herself from it, eventually.

And yes, it was this short and sweet..!!

Who you..?

I don't get it...
How come you got it...
It ain't that simple anymore..
As much it used to be before..

I thought it was pretty simple...
you could take things in ample...

Anything, even if it is most direct...
To my surprise lays around you in a state of dissect...

I wonder who armed you such...?
Or were you not careful much...?

Surprise me, if that actually was your wish...
and if you thought it will give you some push...

I would rather keep it all to myself...
and let the sheet of time spread itself...

But sometime, may be later I will dig this, with you...
I shall watch, how then, you appreciate the unearthed hue...

But don't tell me, whether you like it or not...
As, almost non-apologetically, I might appreciate it not...

It didn't matter then.
It wouldn't matter ever.

I See You.

I see you and,
I see a war...
I see the war you are at...
I see you claiming wounds and misery...

and then I pause and re-think,
did I really see you...?
or did I see the real you...?

I see your weapons of anxiety and eagerness...
with which you want to inflict the pain you bear...
or should I say the pain you wish to share.

I choose not to engage...
that does sets you ablaze...
how much I wish to bring you some peace...
but its your forgiveness, all that I seek...

Few steps further, I again paused and re-thought...
Was it the same thing about me, what you thought...!
Well...may be...or...may be not.

Lets Fall.

Up here it is pretty lonely...all we wait is for our release and the great decent.

And when it begins everyone welcomes us with open arms, and we too can’t hide our joy, we glow...

Pretty short lived we are, but the pleasure we obtain and deliver, beats everything.
Our ends are equally varied in nature; there are just about no limits to the possibilities.

We add color to the world, we light up faces with a reason to smile and what can beat the manifestation of one’s prayer being answered. We live and die. But what we infuse is life in its most beautiful version.

And in our haste to reach our destination we just don't miss to enjoy the pleasure of the journey. We Live. We are pampered by the breeze, we are greeted by the sun or the moon for that matter, while everything else waits ...

Up here when we are about to decent, people might just say, "it might rain today".

And there we go...not knowing where we might end...we just glide…to glory.

Mountains are like waiting for us to blanket them, they are humble, they don't say much....just stand there, firm, unperturbed, like fathers....it’s when we touch them, then we get to know how they feel.

Seas and rivers are more forgiving, like mothers and sisters, where every drop is acknowledged and absorbed, like every child is seen and heard, it’s like a chuckle when the divine meet happens. On the water surface, it’s like a party going on, so many figures, so many shapes, often like crowns, it’s pretty noisy there, much like a reunion.

Trees and vegetation are our siblings, it’s like they raise their face up to hug us, and with all our pleasure, we are all over them, we cuddle up, we caress them and shower our love while we run through them.....just watch a tree after it has rained .... It’s beaming with joy.

It's all fine till here, but a little different when we encounter humans, as of late they have augmented adjectives like emotion, fake, hypocrisy: honestly it isn’t that real these days, but for children.

They make us proud when they greet us with open mouth and bright faces, wide open palms and closed eyes. Those innocent souls appreciate us in the true sense of the word, and we too are more than keen to oblige them.

And before it all ends we do leave a lesson for all, be it a drop which was absorbed in a pond or a drop which glittered like a diamond on a leaf, it was a drop in the beginning and remains a drop till the end : it is ironical that people chose to learn the converse….pun intended.