An Ode to You

There shall always be an ode on my grateful lips,
For your twinkling eyes, which have kissed them my beloved !



When the perfumed moonlight kisses the virgin Arabian sands,
The fingers of my longings shall caress your sleep, as dreams of me.

Hark ! Somewhere far far away, a guitar strums the notes of intoxication,
Does it summon our enchanted loves to a tango of ecstasy ?




Seas frozen on the peak of Himalayas; the cold ice are my tears for you,
They will melt silently in the warm sunshine of life; the ever pure Ganges!!

How many ages have passed since, I have lost the count of my breaths now,
When the soft satin of your skin wrapped me in its embrace the first time ever...




And today a barren, haunting silence, like a huge, dead and cold glacier,
Quietly stands, where the gardens of our laughters bloomed in the springs..

A song, born when the tender lips of time first kissed those of the eternity,
It still resonates in my soul; a place hollowed by pain, when you left me forever.




The board of life, made of squared chunks of breaths, shades of black and white,
The hands of clock moves pieces at will, left and right and up and down; all of us.

And one thing that I know now for sure my love, after all these games,
Fate is the best player, the uncrowned king, of the Chess a round here...

The Rain

Drops of musk fell from the petal,

Lime fresh, which was bathed in gentle showers

The rains have arrived !!!

The sheet of green, all dry and dustladen,

Is washed and renewed in the torrents of joy,

Drops pitter-patter on the tender shoots.

Frogs croak hoarse and the peacocks dance drunk,

Grasshoppers and crickets chirp opera in the dark.

Grass and trees sway with the notes of gale and swoon !

Nights are darker; they wear cloaks of clouds,

There is a li'l more ice in the martini of the breeze.

Silently falling on me, the raindrops seduce !

A thousand suns rise, in the puddles made overnight,

Every child in the village now owns a swimming pool.

Heavens smile with glee, when the kids jump and play.

I watch and wonder. It's all so magical; the almighty's miracle !

An intoxicated life dances, high on the divine elixir from the skies.

May our children and theirs to come, be blessed by it; Forever !

Amen...

HAUNTED HOUSE

The eternal wanderer of the nights,

Walks in the skies, with his half-lit lamp.

Silently, the black sea watches with its watery eyes,

Atop the nearby dark, accursed hills.

A lonesome house stands; quiet or dead since long,
Colours of the walls faded forever; into nothingness.

Haunted, ruined remains of bricks and cement,
No doors, no windows; no owner, no tenant.

A hundred seasons, have gone by silently now,
And a hundred more shall; unnoticed, unwelcomed.

There was some story, as to why the house is so,
Yet even the winds have forgotten, those sad songs now.

I stand at my window and watch it,
Every day and night and wonder about it all.


And then I know, as I do everytime that,
I am the sea and the moon ; the haunted house ?


It is just my reflection in the mirror !!!

Phool

हर ज़ख्म मेरे दिल में जो लगें हैं,

इक इक क्यारी की तरह हैं ए दोस्त !

अपने दर्दों के बीज बो देता हूँ इनमें ॥

ग़मों की थोड़ी कड़ी सी धूप,

थोड़ी ठंडी छाँव मुस्कुराहटों की,

और कुछ भीगी बरसातें आंसुओं की ...

ये जो तुम कहते हो कि मेरे चेहरे पे हमेशा

फूलों सी प्यारी हँसी खिली रहती है ,

शायद वो बीज अब उग गए हैं .......