Rhyme

I, my mind, my heart, once again, tried to be brave.
For, fear and sorrow I cannot anymore crave.
But, of all the sights I had to save,
Today, I saw a teddy on a grave.

Muskurahat

Mein woh khwaab hoon joh tumhare aankhen nahin dekh paati,
Bas palkon par hii khatam ho jaata hoon.

Mein woh kandha hoon joh waqt aane par hamesha kaam aata hoon.

Mein woh awaaz hoon joh darwaaze ki dastak sun ne par, tumhare dil se aati hain.

Mein toh tumhari zindagi mein...
Sirf wahin purani chaah phir se laana chahta hoon,
Woh bheega hua aanch phir se jalana chahta hoon, 
Woh giri hui patang phir se udana chahta hoon...

Mein woh jhoot hoon joh sirf aaine mein badal jaata hoon.

Haan, mein woh muskurahat hoon joh unki yaad mein tumhe aati hain.

Hazaaron khwahishein aisi...

An ode to Hazaaron khwahishein aisi...

When we move from wisdom to knowledge, then knowledge to information, a thousand wishes arise like this. 

When love needs a crutch, when the crutch needs another hand, a thousand wishes arise like this.

When you sing, when the song sings another tune, a thousand wishes arise like this.

When you're drawn to her, when she draws a curtain, a thousand wishes arise like this.

When sunlight enters your heart, when your heart enters love, a thousand wishes arise like this.

When you understand that you understand nothing but that becomes your first understanding, a thousand wishes arise like this.

A thousand songs of the wise arise an understanding in your heart... Just like that sunlight drawn to our world with love.

Kaash...

Kaash…

Relish… Her unfinished glance like a quickly made sandwich.

Watch… Her feet dance on the surface of my village pond.

Grab… That window seat opposite her in that train journey.

Walk… Into nowhere with her silence as my only company.

Behold… Her paintings coloring my words whole.

Hail… That taxi together into an earthly rainbow.

Close… My eyes and open my ears awaiting her wet skin.

Commit… My only sin under her watchful eyes.

Write… Her name with my fingers on her amorous areas...

Hold… Her dress buttons in my hand while her moan swirls inside my mouth. 

See… A satin thread of her underskirt left behind on my bed along with few strands of her hair.

Catch… Her breath while she melts and faints in my arms while I 
Awaken.

Kaash...

Aaj jaane ki zidd naa karo

This free verse is my ode to my favorite ghazal, Aaj jaane kii zidd naa karo! It came through me while listening to it... Oh my life wouldn't have been the same without you!

An unsolvable jigsaw puzzle.

The last man standing in a queue.

A humble opinion unspoken.

A childhood's last remaining tricycle with a missing bell.

A crease on a shirt that never folds well.

A bell too high in a temple too far.

A glass of tea left behind to become cold.

A forgetful day; an unforgiving night.

An umbrella flown away on a stormy night.

That aluminum box full of daily collections 
In the hands of that dance-bar girl 
In the first local home.

The seventh wave that nobody notices.
Just like that blind flutist on Andheri station.

The last sigh after missing that train from 
Pune to Visakhapatnam.

A respected and beloved guest in his own home. 

A yearning to make love at least in her fantasy.

A muted dream paused on her lips.

A carelessfree eavesdropper
In her love story.