एक कविता माँ के नाम

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जब आँख खुली
भुने मसाले की खुशबू
और मेरी माँ
मुझसे कह बैठे
सो जाओ
अभी दोपहर ही है ।

चश्मा नहीं था
पर नज़र आया वही,
जैसे बचपन में कहीं सो जाने पर
खुद को मैं बिस्तर पर ही पाती थी ।

एहसास तेज़ हुआ
माँ धुंधली ही रह गई
अब यहाँ से फिर लौट जाने को
जी नहीं करता ।

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Fluctuating every bit

Like that old, dusty bulb

In the corner of a shed

Or an overused, smelly toilet

Like the schizophrenic

In fleeting clarity

Like momentary hope

In her only child.

Like sunlight passing

Through cloudy skies

Like sobs underneath

An infant’s smiles

Like a river of blood

Dark and rosy in parts

Undulating and flowering

Flowing on

Like that spasm of pain

In love’s embrace

Like opportunity

For a desperate case

Fluctuating every bit

Like that now dying bulb

In the corner of a shed

Or an overused, smelly toilet

Seven Poems - Day Seven of Seven

Black and pink

Green and blue,

Tiny little flags

Shiny and new.

Peeping out

So darn cute!

Dazzling away

Pew! Pew! Pew!

For being away

This is in lieu,

Unseen by all

Except for you!

Seven Poems - Day Six of Seven

Poetry’s not a distant star

You’ll catch what all I’m feeling

So I’ll plod on

And write this song

You’re sure to grasp its meaning

The first among these many days

Was frankly very strange

You turned around

Then sweat your crown

I thought you were deranged

But soon in time I came to see

The wonder in your stare

You listen well

Grin as I yell

My silly beary bear

The only unsmooth kink right now

Is effing distance, ew!

Quite high in price

Does this suffice?

My brimming, living love for you?

Seven Poems - Day Five of Seven

I won’t say that I didn’t

Think of you

I’ll also not say that I did

But it was said

I glassy-eyed

And the glass blushed too.

As the world whirled

You sat there

And I here

It’ll come soon, I promise

The glass blushed too.

Seven Poems - Day Four

A spoilt little big one

Hidden in a nook

Wrapped in a blanket

Look how he shook!

Green tea, gray tea

A pot of soup

Nighty night bear

I love you too!

Seven Poems - Day Three

Another’s arms are a good place

To start

To know

There are none better

Whether to dance

Or to embrace

Or run up and tip over

There are none better