Monthly Archives: March 2014


Chalo kahin chal pade
Ek din aise hi
main aur tum
rangon mein doob jayein
baarish mein kabhi jhoom jayein
bachchon ki kilkarion mein
yaadon ki vadiyon mein
Aaj koshish kar hi lein
ki samet lein saara sansaar
jitna mile utna kam hai
jindgi choti si hai
Aa use ji lein


Thoughtless Poem.

A thoughtless mind
an infertile imagination
cannot be assumed to find
the poem of the greatest kind

they say
don’t they
but I point
a finger and make a point
that couldn’t
the unworthy thought
brew the emotion
that came with being unworthy,
thoughtless, mindless and among infertility
couldn’t it fathom
the consuming phantom
and ink in paper
words – however incomplete
and improper
but still how complete
and weren’t they proper? 


Dear, the winds are blowing
I have come of age
Today I am not afraid
of what is, and what will be.
Soon rain will follow,
And I will be there
on the streets
seeing what the sky has in store for me;
Soon it will transcend
to a moment of tranquility
Each sound, will be a distinct symphony
And I will be there 
beneath the trees
to the music of leaves
beneath the night skies
the stars take their nightly courses
right above my eyes
And in this moment
I will be at peace
with the universe
And soon these monsters
will arrive
and I will be there
in cities on shores with trumpets
in cities of various hues
vermilion, fuchsia and indigos.
in towns where journeys flow
In towns where ghosts glow
In caves where are no lights 
In seas and no one in sight
in infinity of memories,
infinity of worlds
confined in a small space
And then I will call
myself a traveller
for I would have travelled
more than just places

Untitled #2.

I see lives
In a relative motion
each other;
from the opposite sides
coming closer
and then separating
each going in its direction
with farewells
and slowly growing far apart
faces blurring away
in a poignant realization of time
memory is a photographic time lapse
yet didn’t the clocks stop,
when we interacted?
and cannot you see?
your destination, is my birth
and your history, my destiny?