Wednesday, July 15, 2015

एक कविता माँ के नाम

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 ।

Monday, February 16, 2015


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

Friday, February 6, 2015

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!

Monday, February 2, 2015

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?

Saturday, January 31, 2015

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.

Friday, January 30, 2015

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!

Thursday, January 29, 2015

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