Old man

I’m already an old man at heart,

For my own pace is not worldly…

And I hide my grey hair,

Behind a tarnished personality..

While kids of this world,

Both young and pretty old…

Follow their own definition,

Of a new found love…

Obsessed and charmed with,

Humor I’ll never know…

And a new fashioned love,

that soon grows old….

My back does not slouch,

But my attitude does….

As I look in disinterest,

While these kids have fun…

My own world is,

Black and white…

Where a lover sings songs,

In a moonlit night…

Where the laughs are mindless,

And the jokes are stupid,

Where nobody really hides,

An impression-oriented motive…

Where the clouds may move on,

But the skies of love remain..

I try to belong,

Try to hide,

In this world outside…

But in the silent nights,

The tired old man in me,

Breathes out a sigh….




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कोई ढूंढे भला ...

ये बात है उस ज़माने की ,

जब हर सुबह चेहरे पे एक मुस्कुराहट सज जाती थी.

और बाहे फेलाए,

एक ज़िन्दगी हमारा इंतज़ार करती थी.

कहती थी , “चल चले मुसाफिर , इस हसीन सफ़र पर ”

हम भी खिलखिला उठते थे ,

चल पड़ते थे ,

हर नए दिन को जीने ,

जीवन रस को पीने .

रंग इतने रंगीन लगते थे ,

नज़ारे इतने हसीन .

बिन कुछ कहे हस पड़ते थे ,

आँखों में एक चमक रहती थी

अब हर सुबह उठते है ,

तैयार तो होते है सर से पाँव तक ,

बस इस चेहरे ने पहनी नहीं होती ,

उस गुज़रे ज़माने की मुस्कराहट

जीवन रस का घड़ा ,

शायद हो गया खाली.

अब तोह इन् कडवे जाम के प्यालो मे,

ढुंते है जिंदगानी

क्या हुआ उस ज़माने का ,

किसे पता ?

उस हसीन ज़िन्दगी को ,

कोई ढूंढे भला ...

Back to Life

A cloudy day was here,

It’s the weather of nostalgia, they say.

It reversed time and took you back,

To those feelings, to her and to those days.

The memories were back with the wind chime ringing,

Bringing back those hidden smiles.

The drizzle brought in some more memories,

Resurrecting those feelings back to life.

It was time to go out,

And live this revived life.

An old window had opened up,

Filling the darkness inside.

The umbrella was forgotten,

Those memories kept me safe today.

And with my eyes closed,

I could somehow see her face.

Out in the bliss I finally was,

Looking up with eyes shut.

I splashed some water with a kick,

And started running as fast as I could.

At that deserted sidewalk,

There was she.

Long hair hiding the familiar face,

I could still see.

I ran to her,

Wiping my eyes.

Soon she was,

Right by my side.

She smiled at me,

Just like she used to.

A smile I’d lost,

Somewhere back in time.

Was the smile a light?

Or just a reflection ?

Of a love which had survived,

Through the times ?

It was just me,

And a stubborn little heart of mine.

We had brought her memory,

Back to life.

Moments later,

She was walking away.

With the raindrops washing tears,

Off my eyes.

So I was there,

All alone again.

And a part of me,

Had died again.

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कुछ लिखना चाहा

पर दिल की आवाज़ को

शांत मैंने पाया

एक दिल की पुकार को

अनसुना कर देती है दुनिया

और हिम्मत हार कर

ये चुप हो जाता है हर बार

अज्नाबीयो की बसती मैं

तनहा रह जाता है हर बार

तब इस अंदरूनी सरनाटऐ मैं

छुप जाता है इंतज़ार

एक खोये हुए चेहरे की तरह

कुछ खोयी हुई उमीदो की तरह

ये दिल भी अपना अस्तित्व खो देता है

और अचानक इसे एहसास होता है

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