I write poems on topics that move me in Hindi and in English. You may also find a few sketches which I try to sometimes draw for fun's sake (I am no good).
Tuesday, May 19, 2020
Kise dhoond rahe ho?
Sunday, May 10, 2020
Stranger Times
Friday, May 8, 2020
Thappad/Ek Tukda Dhoop
Saturday, May 2, 2020
Taral
* Medha Bhatt
Again, this woman writes like a dream, it's not direct - where you are reaching from point A to point B. It's layered. If she would have used the word mad, happy or referred to something that mentioned a single emotion, I'd not have written such a long post about it but using the word 'Taral - Fluid', is the most powerful move she could have pulled.
Think about it, we are not a single emotion in love, we are much more - we are happy, angry, mad, insecure, trusting, possessive we are everything that is greedy as well as accomodating - this here is being fluidic.
We go lengths to make sure that one person is retained or atleast the one person is around us at all times, hum kisi bhi shape main dhal jaaayenge bas tera hona zaroori hain. Sab jo aaj tak nahi kiya woh bhi kar jaayenge bas tera saath mujhe chahiye.
Woh gaane ke bol yaad aate hai,
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Kaga Re Kaga, Mori Itni Araz Tose, Chun Chun Khaiyo Maans
Re Jiya Re, Khaiyon Na Tu Naina More
Piya Ke Milan Ki Aas.
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Taral hoke insaan abaad ho jaata hai.
Medha then says,
Sabse Saral insaan prem karta hai, par saral hona sabse kathin bhi hota hai.
Sunday, April 5, 2020
An Ode To The Sea
Coming to think of it, I tried summoning the sea immediately, once I nursed myself back, I tried calming it down but failed, the sea preferred to stick to its behavior of being wild and free, what could I have done, I tried making amends, in vain!
Here I am today, back on the cliff that oversees that massive water body, almost close to jumping into the sea, just before the plunge but my confidence fails me. The sight of water or anything associated with it makes me tremble, I think it has to do with the massive failure as a Captain. Not that the sea is hostile, it is just what it is, except I have changed, I haven't been the same. Back on the cliff, I tremble I break into a song but I don't summon the sea, I just turn back and walk away. Aware of my presence the sea lends a helping hand to bring me back up but I am no more Sindbad, just another sailor trying his hand at conquering what was once mine.
I lost all in the wreck, except a memory of my vessel remains, the hardships have all vanished only the goods remain, I try every day to get back to the sea but today is going to be different, I will break into a song, summon the sea, but today I won't be at the cliff, rather on the shore; the waves will be the orchestra and the birds an audience, the fish shall dance to the tunes and the clouds pour down for this is my magnum opus. I may never return, for it seems an improbable task, but I shall leave with one grand ending. I may not be sailing today, but I shall sing and narrate it today.
'The sea calls out to me on a moonless night,
I resist the call and take flight
The open sea is wild and not a safe place to be
I conquered it and know, how that feels.
The sea calls out to me during the lowest tide
I resist the call and take flight
The sea is unpredictable and that shipwrecked me
I quit being a sailor, I am free.
The sea calls out to me, I know not why
I resist the call and take flight
The sea is strong and needs not me
I too shall pay no heed.
The sea calls out to me, there is a sailor in tow
I resist the call and respond no more.'

Wednesday, December 18, 2019
Main Hoon
Thursday, November 15, 2018
गुमशुदा
पन्नो में कई शब्द कुछ ऐसे खो जाते है
की पन्नो को खुद इसका एहसास नही रहता
वह तोह बस कागज़ पे छपी उस लेखक की यादे है
जो इन्हें पड़ने वाले अनुभव करते है।
Thursday, November 9, 2017
Tanhai
Tanhai bhi kuch aisi hain
Chahe jitna door use hum kare
Utna hi kareeb aa jaati hain
Rail ki patri si hain yeh tanhai
Aur tation un namb yaadon ki tarah
Yah shayad lakeer hain yeh tanhai
Koi bhi chor pakad lo kahi toh woh le hi aati hain
Yeh Lakeer shayad ek naksha hain
Naksha ek khoyi chabi ka jis se khule
Woh ek dur kahi rakhe yadoon ka sandhook
Aur rail us sandook tak paunchne ka ek zariya
Tanhai jab ood le jisse kabhi kambal ban ke
Kho jaata hain woh uske prabhav main
Aankho main se phir yeh tinka ban kar
Aansu ki tarha behne lagta hain
Tab rail bhi us lakeer pe
Us chabi ki tarha apna raasta khone lagti hain.
Thursday, August 31, 2017
Shabd
Kuch nahi aisa mere paas
Jaise main keh saku khaas
Pisal jaati hain waqt bhi haaton se mere
Chod ke kai sabdo ke raaz
Kuch samjhe, kuch unsamjhe shabd hain reh gaye saath
Shayad yeh hi de du aaj?
Gathri main band kiye shayad yehi meri amanat hain
Sompta hoon inhe tumko main aaj.
Airline Letter
Kabhi kabhi shabd kam pad jaate hain
Kabhi kehne Ko bahut kuch reh jaata hain
Kalam gar mil jaaye toh
Phir likhne ka ek alag hi maza aata hain
Izhaar karne main shayad baat kuch khaas na lage
Par kagaz se padne ka ek alag hi romance hain
I am not looking for fancy words
May be, just a simple sentence will do?
"You are really pretty".
Saturday, November 21, 2015
She comes and goes
Like a rainbow she comes and goes
Rousing and veering men off their daily chores
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Nirbhaya
This poem, I have taken inspiration from a few events of Mahabharata.
Ilzaam laga hain tumpe, ki tum ne usse uksaya,
Netao ke bhashan sunke kyun phir krodith hoye?
Keh diya toh kya hua, amal toh kuch na kare.
Janta toh katputli hain yeh, khel dekh dekh sooye.
Suno Nirbhaya shashtr uthao, yeh ab kuch na kar paaye.
Dharna nikla, hartaale hui humne baat toh apni rakhi,
Moombatti ki mashaal hain hum, isse bhujne na de kabhi.
Par,
Waqt aaya jab tum aankh moond ke kyun phir chal diye?
Kya hua us raat ka jab jab un sab ke rakhsa ki tum baat kiye?
Suno Nirbhaya shashtr uthao, yeh ab kuch na kar paaye.
Baaton main hi reh gaye, josh sirf chand ghanto ka tha,
Par the jabaaz kahi jo aage aaye, aur sashan ki jaal main phase,
Nikalna chahe bhi toh na sake, jaal main jo ulajh te gaye,
Suno Nirbhaya shashr uthao, kyunki govind bhi sirf kahaniyon main the aaye.