तुम्हारे चेहरे में मुझे
प्रेम दिखता है
कि तुम्हारा जो चेहरा है
वह प्रेम का चेहरा है
कि वही प्रेम है
( अनुशीर्षक में )-
Two books on name -
SONGS OF SHORELESS WINDS.
खो गई पेंसिल के नाम
कविता खत्म हो चुकी है
ऐसा नहीं कि
भावनाएँ नहीं रही
बल्कि उल्टे
भावनाएँ और तीखापन लेकर
महसूस हो रही हैं
उनका तीखापन काट देता है
शब्दों को
शब्द भावनाओं को
बाँध नहीं पाते
नहीं, शब्द कमज़ोर नहीं पड़े
शब्द आज भी योद्धा हैं
बस उनके खुरदुरे हाथों से
भावनाएँ फिसल जाती हैं
सोचा था अंतर्द्वंद्व से
कविता जन्मेगी
यहाँ कविता नष्ट हो रही है
मेरे अंतर्द्वंद्व में....-
POSSIBILITY
Burden of past she teaches herself to cast off
Her fingers juggle with her mind to spill,
As yellow Sun tends to acquire orange tinge
Raw lyrics of unseen potentially fresh possibilities.
// Caption-
My dear self!
You are more knowledgeable.
Part and parcel of Divine.
Source and sink of brilliant lights.
Dwelling of love.
You aren't meant to be closed.
Open up.
Cast off weight of time bygone.
Don't harbour grudges.
Don't condemn yourself.
Black stains on white papers.
Can't choke your blood.
Steel your courage.
Night isn't there in sky.
You have dammed the flow.
Stillness will stale you.
Don't recreate moments already dead.
Guilt don't accumulate.
Let it loose.-
Efforts to listen to
Silence
Are only woke hopes
Of my dwindling
Life.
On heaps of dead
Dreams
Amidst screams
Of my bruised
Soul.
Silence is last
Abode
Of answers
To questions,
Anxious and befuddled.-
सड़क तिलमिलाई है
गाड़ियों की चीखों से
और किनारे की इमारतें
चुप्पी का बिंब बनी हुई
शहर और मुझ में
बहता एक विरोधाभास है-
या फिर दोनों के बीच
पसरे हुए
समय के अंतराल को
शब्दों से पाट देना
ताकि
निराशा से
आशा की ओर
पुल मौजूद रहे
हमेशा....-
Being ejected out
By a black hole
In a phenomenon
Termed as shocking.
They tell once around
You receive tight embrace
By a black hole
Never meant for abandoning.
You believe until
Reverse happens to you
Case study for scientists.
For you, universe shattering.
Be more prudent
Next time.
May be.-
Loud echoes of heavy
Footsteps of Ignorance.
Loved inside bubbles
Of false perceptions.
Like sharp thorns
Embedded in rose bush
Mistaken for roses
Hugged close to heart.
And leave bruises all over
Blows on souls
Of near and dear ones
On one's past, present, future.
They clung to you
Like sticky particles of dust
Corrode your skin
Brain bewildered.
Save yourself.
At the first moment.
Move towards
Light rains of wisdom.-