Ashes Of The Past

The Humming bird that hovers in my mind,
Keeps hovering backwards.
It has a habit of visiting the Fozzilised past.
The decayed past that opens out the decayed smell very often.
The past is a Frivolous garden,
where one can find no lush greenery,
 but charred, crushed leaves
of the trampled, bruised memories.
I had buried the injured past,
under the mound of the fake smiles, that was faked
a million times.
But the adamant bird, spreads its wings-small but large-
flies  back
Everytime it visits the razed garden,
the garden eats it up, roasting its flesh.
But it rises as a phoenix, from the tears that the
soil of the garden had absorbed.

Now the humming phoenix, keeps humming in my mind.
Its attached to its birth place.
I leave the patriot free, to go to its land
where it had come from.
The past wont leave me so easily,
even if the phoenix dies, it will
Rise from its Ashes...

अश्को में बहता इश्क

अब सूरज भी छोड़ चला उस आसमान को,

तो मायूस ये शाम और उदास नज़ारे है,

अब ये शाम इंतज़ार करे तो किसका करे 

रात की गोद में बस कुछ टिमटिमाते तारे है.

ये शम्मा भी बुझ गया अब तो 

तेरा इंतज़ार करते करते,

हमने भी तनहा ये शाम गुज़ार दी,

तेरी याद में मरते मरते.

ज़माना कहता है "प्यार न करो

ये प्यार है बड़ी बेवफा,

जिसने किया है प्यार,

उससे हुआ ये जहाँन खफा".

तुम कहो तो अपने दिल में ही समेट ले,

आँखों से बहते इस अश्क को,

पर छुपाये भी तो कैसे छुपाये

आँखों से छलकते इस इश्क को.

ZEPHYR'S CAVE

 Yonder is the cave,

in the forest of zemaina.

yonder is the cave

where the ferocious of lions tread not,

where the poisnous of snakes crawl not,

where the venomous of scorpions creep not.

yonder is the cave of 'ZEPHYR'...

'zephyr'....call her what you want

obstreperous or vociferous

boisterous or beserk.

The cave is lit by darkness

darkness of her eyes,

darkness of her tousled tresses

her stark naked body blankets the darkness

or the darkness blankets her nakedness

 a poet's eyes enter

where even the sun and moon peep not.

I jostle against the darkness

I push through the cobwebs of years

I walk through the caverns of fear

"zephyr"......... I call out..

my voice slaps me back, for I dared to call her name.

........... I see her majestic figure,her ferocious eyes

her full breasts, her broad thighs

welcoming the darkness to impregnate her

the darknes bewitches

as does zephyr.....

 now I and the darkness are one

I dont see the darkness anymore

nor does the darkness see me

we become one.

 the bibulous zephyr makes me woozy

she drinks in my curiosity and

gulps down my anxiety.

"why zephyr ? why so beserk are you?"

my words cut through the deadly silence..

the silent cavern echoes...

and in a thousand years....speaks zephyr.....

..............

I loved a man, who lov'd me not

He disowned my feeling, left it to rot.

What pain it inflicts on you,

When you give, but are deprived of gift.

All pains of hell assembled

won't make up for the 

sting caused by a love.

A love not returned 

A love not treasured.

I promised him my soul,

Alas! he turned a false lover.

He turned a blind eye to me,

making me blind to the world.

I denied my vision.

If I see him not,

let this vision rot.

I let the dark forest welcome me 

I let the dark cave engulf me.

I relished the silence

I rejoiced the darkness.

I hear no more what words speak.

I see no more what the world sees.

Then you must think, now

why I let my words, reach you.

then just let me say

I have no more words to reason,

my words end where my story ends.

A room of my own

I have built a 'room of my own',

.......no i dont want to come out

i am secure here,

i dont need to draw curtains here

coz there are no windows,

my room is tidy and clean, i dont need to sweep the dust of

the world

a shaft of sunlight that pierces from a crack in the roof,

burns my skin.

why do you want me to come out ??

how do i come out ?

my room has no door...

if a shaft burns my skin, the sun will incinerate me

and i am not a phoenix to rise from ashes.

i confine myself to a corner of 'my room'

away from that roof

i hear the voices outside, calling me

but you cant come in

nor can i come out.

I am secure in 'my room'

my room......windowless....doorless...

Counter-Godot

Yesterday siting at my desk

a thought flashed across my mind 

To invite two non-existent people to my office

'Vladimir and Estragon'

These non-existent people are,

ever existent in my mind.

When I am at my desk, I often think about them.

I think about calling them there,

to witness a 'Counter-Godot' scene.

There, there is so much to do, 

so many people come, so many go.

A lot of things happen.

Time is not stagnant, but flies.

Give mine eyes, their sleep ravished,
My heart weeps for you, tears famished.
What tests love bestows upon us,
The near ones forgotten,
The far ones cherished.