Category: Poem

चलो नई कहानी लिखें

अपनी स्याही
अपने किरदार
एक कहानी हो गयी

एक से मोहबत
और एक से नफरत
क्या कहानी हो गयी

नाम किरदार का याद रहा
अपनी पहचान भूल गए
कहानी, एक सच्चाई हो गयी

किरदारों से वाह वाह
ये अब कैसी उम्मीद है
अजब बेबसी हो गयी

नए रंग की दवात ली है
नए रंगों से नए किरदार लिखेंगे
एक हसीन कहनी हो गयी

The taste of the moment

The skillet of cast iron
Harness the heat
ingredient blend in proportion
spices sinking deep

Each bit done for the craving mouth
nothing goes waste
expressed on the grateful tongue
That we know as the taste

Taste lies
not in the fire
That heats

Nor in the skillet
That suffers the heat

Nor in the ingredients
That is cooked

Nor on the tongue
That tastes

Taste lies
In the moment
that bring it all together

Taste lies
in the hand that stirs
That blends the family together

Always young – my father, my friend

The man of details
Full of imagination
always thinking
always young

The best is not enough
For the seeker of best
always new
Always young

The myths imagined or created
Story teller recreates the epics
Always spectacular
Always young

Deligent and meticulous
Order, is the purpose
Always neat
Always young

Unwilling to share worries
But always worrying for us
Always a friend
Always young

Thanks Achan, for being you
The charming
The handsome
And forever young

The moment arrives

Fleeting moments
Riding the rush of the river
Uncertain drops,
Merging with the flow

Turbulent yet confined
Jagged rocky banks say “you can’t”
Masquerading norms, warm the cocoon,
benovalence is just a show

The froth explains the churn
between the Will and the Fear
the Will loses, alas
Restrained passion, stays in tow

It ain’t over yet
Says a stubborn drop.
It leaps over the froth,
Puts up a spectacular show

What could not, has been done.
It’s moment has arrived,
The drop soars bright
It has found its own glow