Words

aaj aur kal (the forehead kiss)

aaj,
neend nahi ayegi raat bhar
baar-baar uth ke ghadi dekhoonga
sirf kuch der ke liye hi sahi
waqt ko bolunga
ke jaldi chale thoda

uth jaunga subah ke uthne se pehle
aur niklunga ghar se
pehli kiran ke saath

kal bus mein bhi kuch nahi padh paoonga main
aur haath kaapenge mere
metro ka token lete huye

thamengi dhadkanein phir se
tere milne ka waqt najdeek pa kar

kal, phir se sajana hai tere mathe ko
pyaar ki nishaani se

aaj, neend nahi ayegi raat bhar
kyonki kal milna hai mujhe tujhse

its her third exam tomorrow…

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jis taraf dekhun tujhe dekhun

jis taraf dekhun, tujhe dekhun
kabhi andar, kabhi bahar dekhun

tere aane se ghadi do ghadi pehle
waqt ki is nabz ko tham-ta dekhun

(aur) jikr jo chale mehfil mein tera
poori is shab ko damakta dekhun

ek ajab baat hai pyaar ke is shehar mein
jo bhi shaks dekhun, tujhsa dekhun

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anubhav / experience

kya kabhi dhyaan diya hai tumne
ki adhunikta ke is shehar mein
kai chote-bade
abhi abhi khade
naye mandiron par bhi
likh diya jaata hai
“pracheen”

jaise,
naveen hone se
bhakt wahan ayenge nahi
aur pujariyon ka jalpaan
doobhar ho jayega

kya bhagwan ko bhi
apne bio-data mein
experience ki jaroorat padti hai?

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may the force be with us

as i sit here, typing these lines, she is writing her first exam of the M.A. Previous year.

went to meet her at the DU campus this morning. couldn’t sleep almost all the night, as i was, dont know what to say, just wanted to meet her. her exams continue till the 14th of May and we don’t know how much we’ll be able to meet in between. no more special sundays sophie ЁЯЩБ

kissed her best of luck, on her forehead. it’s a wish she had asked yesterday. and was surprised to see me there today.

all i want now, is to be beside her. she needs me these days.

i wish her all the success she deserves. i wish her all my dreams, twice over.

and more.
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i, moon

science-daan* kehte hain
chand pathar ka tukda hai bus
chamakta hai jo
suraj ki udhar mangi roshni se

mujhe jyada kuch nahi pata
main science ka karinda nahi

chand to dil hai mera
mere suraj ki roshni se
roshan maddham
hardum

pyaar mein damakta har dil
chand hi to hota hai na

*scientist

m indebted to these lines, that they came to me when i was loosing faith. and to my dear ka from ‘snow’ who brought this along.

hmmmm

delhidreams are back on track…
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wajood

bohat der se darwaaje par lagi thi’n
phir seedhiyan taap kar
koodti-faandti
society ke gate par pahunchi

wahan intezaar kiya kuch der
aur sadak paar kar
main road par
jo bus stand hai
wahan se hote huye

bus mein safar kiya
aur shehar ke us paar bhi pahunch gayi’n
jahan se tu chal di hai ab

lagta hai
in ankhon ka ek apna hi wajood hai

mujhe yahin baitha chhod
ho aati hain har us jagah
jahan ke lagta hai

tu hai is waqt


the wait,
for dee, as it used to happen at my hagrid’s house
its another thing, that she didnt let it happen the last time ЁЯЩВ

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hisaab

raat ke ek aise waqt
jab bus mein, conductor
nikal lete hain apni copiyan
karne jama, ghata aur bata

jab bajaar mein
aadhe shutter giri dukanon ke andar
lagaya jata hai
aamdani-kharch ka milan

main shirt ke cuff aur collar par
din bhar ki gard liye
ghar laut-ta hoon jab,
raat ke aise ek waqt
poochta hoon khud se
kya raha mere din bhar ka hisaab?

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hmmm

there’s an old wound in my left knee. got it with grace from a DTC bus driver, about four-five years back. makes it impossible for the knee to bend or to move. all i can do is to writhe in pain and wait for it to end.
for the last few days, m being constantly reminded of the last Vaishno Devi trip. at the end of the 14km climb, this old friend of mine resurfaced. and made it impossible to move any further. well, almost impossible.
with every step becoming difficult, accompanied with a silent groan, praying to see the Mother Goddess soon, one word with every effort kept me moving. one word.

why m being reminded of that time? why i m writing this? its related to the reasons i stopped blogging. and to the reasons i couldnt start it again.

some things gripped this heart, took hold of my ability to put words on paper. and i might have been busier than ever before with office & career issues.
might, ‘cos nothing used to stop me from writing. but i did. for howsoever little time.

well, the trials are still not over. m being my own jury, in a case i’ve framed myself and i’ve to fight myself. against myself.
and as in that trip last time, there’s only one word that keeps me moving. every day, every moment. every breath, every struggle. only one word, one name. dee.

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I am…
Was…
And Will be…
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dee

http://oceanicmirages.blogspot.com/

m sorry, i don’t have a blogrol on my template, but whoever comes to this blog, must also go to the muse that inspires it all ЁЯЩВ

i am proud of her…

and yes, Happy Holi to all of you. may your life be full of love and the colors it brings.

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