Fitoor

Wo kaunsa tukda hai sadak ka jahan tum
utar aoge
Wo kaunsa kissa hai kahani ka jise
tum sunaoge
Ungli kaunsi uthaoge
Bewajah ko
wajah kab kab banaoge
Moond ke aankein
saanson ko laya par kis tarah bithaoge
chalte chalte sapnon mein chale aoge
fir neend mein badbadaoge
Leher mein kile sa dhah jaoge
aur samandar ko apna kinara banaoge
Duniya maidan jitni lagti ho
aur kadam lambe uthaoge

Fitoor kuch nazar ayega paas
kisse kam pad jayenge
baat banti dikhegi
bigadte log ikattha ho jayenge
Fitoor fir nazar ayega paas
Kahin se kahin
aur yahan se wahan hokar bhi
sabse hokar guzar jaoge

Sara sangeet fir
ek dhun mein hoga
Fitoor koi ab tum mein hoga
Dhun par savaar tum fitoori ho jaoge.

Kavita ke baare mein

Thoda kam bolo.

Itna sara kehne mein,

bhool na jana baat ko

Chaho to ek kavita likh do,

ek choti si kavita

Lekin kavita ko 

kavita ki tarah mat likhna,

na baat ko baat ki tarah kehna

Ek laya ho 

par zaroori nahi

ki koi geet hi ho

Thos ho par 

usme samjhaish ki ubasi na ho

Keval tumhari baat karna

kavita ki nahi

Kavita ko kehna

kavita ke baare mein nahin

Jadon ka phailaw 

ho sakta hai

par mitti ko 

bandhe bhi rakhna hai

Kavita mein kho jana 

bahut aasan hai

kavita sabse mahan hai

Tumhari baat ek teer ki tarah 

lagni chahiye

Kavita to keval uski kamaan hai.

Cinema

Cinema ka shagird hoon

kisi din main bhi cinema sikhaunga

Mise-en-scene mein jeeta hoon

Tumhe apna montage banaunga

Linsing ki kala mein allhad hoon,

Ek din tumhari aankhon ke parde hataunga.

Frame lagaunga jab dutch pe

kahan jaoge fir bachke.

Catharsis

Moon awaits

Moonlight stikes a chord

A musician's tyranny

His obsession for the silent gong.

Dedicated to dig.

Revelation of a discovery

Catharsis by a violin note.

My Emergency Window

All my journeys have been marked by the 
Emergency window

I never looked outside to see the world pass by

My eye always looked at the window 
as the world said goodbye

I am more of a destination person,

not a travel freak.

So did the window kept reminding me

To jump or not to jump out 
was not the question

but off the beeping reminder 
which silently murmured 

about the occurrence 
of a waiting disaster.

The bold red border 
made my frame

through which I see 
the lush geen fields of solitude 
blur away.

Such contrast!

only says more 
about my longing to be...

To be someone who would 
not be a passenger anymore,

who would wave 
the emergency window goodbye.

I am now 
on the greener side of the world

where no emergency can occur,

I would play with time and curl.

Curl up into many folds of solace 
and dry up.

The bold red paint 
framed me again.

This time it said, 
Emergency EXIT.

and my poem 
had took an untimely, 
accidental last breath,

before 
it jumped out of the window.