Clear Like Clarity

तू बन लहरों का जादूगर

2011-10-29T09:33:00.000-07:00

क्या ग़म है के अरमान दोस्त बुझे रहते हैं अब तेरे
क्यों खुश्क रात का इंतज़ार तू करता है हर सवेरे
उठा खुद को, जगा वो आग, वो बदमस्त चिंगारी
के जीने का मज़ा तो काहिल कभी भी ले नहीं सकते
जो मौज की मस्ती समंदर की है लहरों मैं
उस मज़ा तो लाख साहिल भी दे नहीं सकते

टॉम एंड जैरी

2011-08-22T10:47:00.000-07:00

जैरी ने कहा टॉम से तू क्यों है मेरे पीछे पड़ा
तेरा मेरा जन्मो से कैसे है यह झगड़ा
मैं हु एकदम नन्हा सा, और तू है इतना बड़ा
क्यों खाया नहीं तूने मुझे अबतक, चाहे लाखों बार पकड़ा

पूरा दिन घर में हम बर्तन भांडे फ़ोड़ते हैं
सोफा फर्नीचर टीवी जाने क्या क्या तोड़ते हैं
फायदा है कम नुक्सान है बड़ा
जेरी ने कहा टॉम से तू क्यों है मेरे पीछे पड़ा

टॉम ने कहा प्रिये जैरी, तू खेल है मेरा
तुझसे दिन शुरू और ख़त्म है मेरा

बर्तन वर्तन तोड़ने में साला अपना क्या जाता है
कार्टून में ही है न, सब अपने आप जुड़ जाता है

तुझे सताए बिना मुझे चैन होता नहीं है
तेरा पीछा किये बिना खाना हजम होता नहीं है

कैसे खा जाऊ तुझे तू तो यार है मेरा
तेरे पीछे भागने में ही संसार है मेरा

एक कविता कर ले रे मन

2011-07-15T07:36:00.000-07:00

क्यों दर्द को इतना मन में भरने लगते है हम,
क्यों ना इक कविता करके उसे बहने दें हरदम,
उस दर्द का एहसास भी बस प्यार के जैसा ही है,
उस प्यार के एहसास को क्यों घुट-घुट के मरने देते हैं हम ?

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तेरी ख़ुशी में होके शामिल हर जाम पिया महफ़िल में . .
तुझे हंस के अलविदा कहा तो क्या दर्द नहीं था दिल में?
फिर भी तेरी याद में अक्सर खुद को खो लेते हैं
कोई रोता हमे न देखे, सो बारिश में रो लेते हैं . . .

So dark is the con . . .

2011-07-13T10:31:00.000-07:00

I walk alone, much error prone,

not quite right the prolific pheromone …

I stand alone, gazing on,

The goats around me just grazing on

the grass the stupid rains have been raising on …

And why did you write my name on

your heart of steel, your heart of stone?

And way your smile just played me on,

your amazing love was an amazing con …

simple short poems straight from heart

2010-11-23T07:25:00.000-08:00

The road may be lonely, since I walk alone,
the life still goes on like the inane baritone.

****

She stays beyond the mountains and smiles with lovely grace,
would I ever be able to see her sweet and lovely face?

****

Scribbled on my life are some times with black ink,
spilled upon them is my only black drink.

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I pushed you when I tried to bind you,
and lost you when I tried to find you?

****

Her eyes are teary, her thoughts think aloud,
oh God save me, she's alone in the crowd.

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Sometimes I wonder, am I blinded by the haze,
or more simply put, my heart's leery craze?

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Oh my heart don't die on me,
and if I do don't cry on me.

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A bit of love, nothing new,
what else I want but a bit of you?

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Don't beseech me for what I am not,
because I don't think you are what you are not.

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You never loved me yet I forever loved thee,
and whenever I loved thee, I never loved me.

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You left my words alone and bereft,
what song shall i sing to you with no words left?

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I waited for you with a deep inner strife,
when I waited for you, I waited whole life.

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Need a graveyard in me to absolve the fears,
and a desert in me to absorb the tears.

****

Waxed is my soul

2010-10-12T00:17:00.000-07:00

How shall I soothe, how shall I stop
This screeching scorching pain,
I’m afraid to go out because
I fear I’ll melt with rain . . .

Beneath the black blur
My tears turn tough
My moans mix in mist,
My ride remains rough . . .

Waxed is my soul,
Stained, no longer sane,
I’m afraid to go out because
I fear I’ll melt with rain . . .

उदास (Sad)

2010-05-18T10:01:00.000-07:00

आँखों में आस है
दिल में भी प्यास है
जाने फिर क्यों मेरा मन
आज बहुत उदास है

चलता रहा एक रास्ते पे
दोस्त नहीं यार नहीं
उड़ता रहा हवाओं में
पर्वतों की छाओं में

सब कुछ है एक सा
वही सब पुराना है
फिर भी कुछ ख़ास है
और मेरा मन आज कुछ उदास है

Sad

With you.

2009-12-19T01:39:00.000-08:00

When what I lost will be found,

when what I said will be sound,

when I’ll be free and no longer bound

I'll be around, on the gray little mound

Even If it gets a little late,

If it’s a walk against the fate,

Don’t pray, just wait,

I’ll still be around, on the gray little mound

On a distant voyage, I won’t be very far

like your sky’s shining star

and in rhymes of your guitar

I’ll still be around, on the gray little mound

In case I don’t come

Don’t cry one dime

For I’ll be in your heart

Till the end of time

And I will stay near you,

forever very close

In your black hair

as a red little rose.

Requiem

2009-12-12T03:32:00.000-08:00

I see the red
I see the dead
But when I see the blue
It's the black instead

Her hot spring of smile
her smell so fair
I can see from a mile
the curl of her hair

Her eyes so deep
her eyes when weep
crying for the promises
that neither could keep

Besides the strife
Besides the life
It’s the end of world
Or just an edge of a knife

I wish for more
But I wish no more
I wish I could say
I could be no more...

When?

2009-05-11T11:31:00.000-07:00

And we go on,
as we slow on,
after the hypothetical storm,
as we hear the stories from,
the fires that stink,
the fires that are pink,
the eyes that dont blink,
the links that dont link,
i see her red eyes,
i see her bridal gown,
i see a pink fall on her,
going far down,
the knots that are tied,
the knots that have lied,
are long far gone,
skipping the sad song,
the priest has to chant,
but the priest just moans,
from distant blue zone,
to the festive undertones,
were were never none,
yet we forever are one,
as the lovely night goes,
and comes the sad sun.

Skirt

2009-03-06T08:55:00.000-08:00

we admire the fires, in burning tyres,
we are those kings who cling to wings,

we delay, they say with all dismay,
yet we slay the ones who play with clay,

we fight and fight, and bite at night,
and we slice the mice with sharpened dice,

we mock who wears frocks and socks,
and we blog on fogs, dogs and frogs,

we run the mill with solid will,
and we want to kill the ills but still,

we bust and burst the crust of dust,
and we irked and worked and never shirked,

we greet with plates when we meet the mates,
when we walk through gates we walk through dates,

we create, we state, we contemplate,
yet we ate the bait of gory fate!

मिलन

2009-02-27T12:19:00.000-08:00

शीत के घुँघरू, ग्रीष्म की झुनझुन,
डाल पे कू-कू पंछी का कलरव,
सुबह का सूरज लाल सा हरदम,
शीत की धूप का शीतल अनुभव।

रात्रि दुलहन की याद में हरपल,
विरह वेदना से अति चंचल,
दिनभर ताप के ताप को सहता,
प्रेमी की भाँति धरा का आँचल।

रात से पहले शाम की खुशबू,
शाम का सपना, पवन है मद्धम,
काली घटा की साड़ी में लिपटी,
रात की कोमल देह की कंपन।

हाथों में चूड़ी, पैरों में पायल,
अति सुसज्जित रात की दुलहन,
पायल की झंकार से गूँजित,
अश्रु से भीगा धरा का आँगन।

धीरे-धीरे इस हवा में बहता,
हवा में बहता, इस धरा पे बहता,
अँधकार का परदा, आगे बढता,
आगे बढता, गिरता रहता।

बाहों में बाहें डाले जब-जब,
करे चुंबन, करे आलिंगन,
रात्रि और इस धरा का मिलना,
अति सुंदर एवम् अति पावन।

समय नहीं एक रेखा पथ भर,
चक्र की भाँति घूमे हरदम,
कल के बाद आज का आना,
रात के बाद ताप का आना,
कठोर पिता सा करे विदाई,
दुलहन का जाना, दिन का आना।

संपूर्ण हुआ यह मिलन सुनहरा,
वाष्प की भाँति गया अँधेरा,
विरह विषाद विदाई के संग-संग,
सूर्य की किरणें लाईं सवेरा।

2009-02-27T11:25:00.001-08:00

One of my old poems revisited, on the inner questioning thought.

मिथ्या

क्या है जीवन, क्या है लक्ष्य,
क्या है इस जीवन का लक्ष्य,
क्या है इन श्वासों का मतलब,
क्या वह जीवन व्याख्या है?

अजब है अचरज, अजब अचंभा,
इस दुनिया का गोरखधंधा,
जिस आयाम में रहता है,
अनभिज्ञ उसी से रहता है,
जिस नौका में बहता है,
नही जानता वह क्या है।

जीबन क्या है नही जानता,
जीना क्या है नही जानता,
जीवन जीना आखिर क्या है,
पूरा जीवन नही जानता।

सत्य की खोज में जाता है,
दिग्भ्रम हर क्षण पाता है,
हर्षित, पूलकित, मुर्छित, चिंतित,
हर भाव विकल कर जाता है।

सोता है उठ जाता है,
उठकर फिर सो जाता है,
हर सुर्य अस्त हो जाता है,
हर पूष्प इक दिन मुरझाता है,
मानव जन्म जो पाता है,
हर ऍक क्रिया दोहराता है।

सोमवार से रविवार तक,
रविवार से शनिवार तक,
वर्ष के बारह मास में रहता,
जीवन के हर वर्ष को सहता,
क्षण क्षण करके दिन है बनता,
दिन दिन वर्ष बन जाता है।

ना यह है विधि का विधान,
ना कोई ईश्वर आज्ञा है,
मां की गोद से चिता की अग्नि,
यही बस जीवन व्याख्या है।

Rose of suicide

2009-02-26T10:38:00.000-08:00

I sang all night, the night I cried,

I cried whole night, the night I died.

As I woke up, I could see my own body,

It felt little giddy, it felt real shoddy.

I went up and down, I went here and there,

I found myself hanging, in the soaking thin air.

I saw no long tunnel, I saw no bright light,

I ventured in the air like the freshly cut kite.

Then I saw a lake, a green fake lake,

Was it real lake or a cake angels bake?

I saw little angel, like a soft puppy,

Her eyes were slim, her lips were sloppy

Her wings where white, here eyes were green,

She was the cute fairy of my quintessential dream.

We saw the pink sun, we saw the grey showers,

On the bank of the lake we talked for hours.

“You hear the bells toll, you hear the black crow,

It’s been a long time, you must now go.”

“Take this red rose”, her sweet words said,

“Smell, this and I’ll come to you, if you feel sad”

She took me to a cliff, and shoved me down,

I crashed on my head, but I woke up in my bed.

No it wasn’t me, I wasn’t any dead.

It was my cute and lovely dream, which died instead.

I felt so lonely, so teary so low,

And so as I felt that, I had never felt so.

I took a decision, I picked the sharp knife,

To meet her again, I ended my life.

And then I started singing, I hummed all night,

The night I cried, was the night I died.

End

2009-02-26T09:46:00.000-08:00

Story writer has come
His eyes are numb.
His senses not able
But he’s got a lovely fable

He’s got a wooden board,
He’s got some rugged papers,
But seen now and then,
Is his little golden pen.

Probably sought it, fought it
Sold it, bought it,
Though everyday he lost it
Everyday he brought it

He wrote one day,
He wrote next day,
What he wrote that day
He wrote everyday..

“I wished I was sky,
I wished I cud fly,
Though I no longer wish,
My wishes still die”

As he wrote down
The story of a clown,
He heard a door clasp,
He thought of liar wasp

But there stood a girl,
Daughter of the king,
Her eyes would just cry,
Her lips would just sing

She wore a red dress
She wore a red pearl,
Red ribbon, red frock,
She was a red girl.

His eyebrows were folding,
His face got scolding,
“I want to hear a story”
She sweetly told him.

"It might be sad, it might be bad,
It might be rosy it might be gory,
But if you insist and if you wanna listen,
I have in my bag an unfinished story..."

ओस (Fog)

2009-02-17T10:54:00.001-08:00

कुछ चाँद सितारों की, कुछ सुबह के सूरज सी
कुछ आँख मिचोली करती वह हवा जो पूरब की ...

कुछ नील गगन सा जल, कुछ प्रेम सा शीतल फल,
कुछ लोहे के पत्तों सा, ईटों का यह जंगल.

ख्याल तू मीठा सा, या झूठ है अच्छा सा
तेरे मृगनयनों से मेरे मन का तार है सच्चा सा

तू सुबह की ठंडी ओस है या रात की बारिश है
तू उड़ के हवा ना बन जाना यह मेरी गुजारिश है ....

The Bounty Smoker

2009-02-17T08:30:00.000-08:00

Insatiable, the grand-mom’s fable
Pink is apple..apple on the table
The Knife when glides, the knight is alive
But knight is the savior, of night’s own life

Light bow for kill, Cross bow arrow,
blood getting spurted through wings of the sparrow
the smoker had the bullet, his rifle had the barrel
his lips were smirking, his eyes were narrow

he weighed it, eyed it
seven times sized it
when the bird screamed and cried
he seven times smiled it

Light bow for kill, Cross bow spear
blood getting spurted through belly of the deer
the smoker had the bullet, his gun had her fun
his lips still smirking, his isn’t yet done

he weighed it, eyed it
seven times sized it
when the prey screamed and cried
he seven times smiled it

Light bow for kill, Cross bow’s span
blood getting spurted through head of a man?
the smoker had the bullet, the people cheered loud,
he the savvy smoker, has done them proud

he weighed it, eyed it
seven times sized it
when the man cursed and died
he seven times smiled it

they ran through the gates, through the gates they just ran
he the son of man, has just killed a man…

Her smile, one last time

2009-02-16T09:43:00.001-08:00

White is the cord that held the baby
The mother’s life, sails to her baby
The cord is cut, the baby cries
Her mother smiles, her mother cries

A smile is born, a tear is born,
with lie of a life, truth of death is born,
the nurses cry, a girl is born

father cries, the grandmother cries,
all the glitter breaks and dies…

the mother screams, the mother’s sad
and in her body, a mother is dead
she fights with herself a little while
she tries to put a brazen smile..

“I admit I am no use, no use at all
I admit I am guilty of this gory crime
Still I ask for a wish fulfilled
let me see her for one last time”

Golden fire

2009-02-16T09:41:00.000-08:00

Neural network, funeral artwork,
is he a swords-man or is he a farmer?
falcon is flying faster and farther,
sands in his hands keeps getting darker

monotonic, empty razzle dazzle
green notes in green embezzle
crazy storm cries out,
her lovely tears – dry out?
Dark and dark, simple cave,
Filthy bats fly out?

I wanna go to nasty party
I wanna go to dirty party
sew a pretty dress for me,
knit a glitzy cap for me,
brew a saucy spray for me
don’t forget to pray for me
don’t forget to pray for me

2009-02-15T10:49:00.000-08:00

Infinite Absurd…

(The fabric runs and runs through my thoughts and it's orange threads, so cleanly start to weave, a dress getting readied ...so....)

a mirror breaks into

pieces of wood chopped

her head brutally shakes…

she gets readied, they get steadied,

her tears of joy just get added to

the heart in her

bosom so firm and padded…

the grass of her garden is

black plate and black cup of

tea and coffee are two sisters that

weep and creep, swim and scoff…

her eyes gleam and

scream is heard and a thunderbird

flies the sky the orphan sky, whose father

left and right is the voice unheard…

I write the right as I left the left,

like the past poet’s grandiose theft,

her hair disheveled her cloth unkempt

its really you or some monk just dreamt?

No, it's not

2009-02-15T10:26:00.000-08:00

Its so dirty, so murky, so dark yet quirky
we go to the island alone, we ship to the island alone

the water is quieter, the wind is blue
where went the moon, no star has a clue

look at the murky mansion, that i mentioned in the day
made of burnt blemished bricks of burnt blemished clay.

i row and you sit and smile, then i sit and you smile and row
look the lovely albatross, the mighty sea-crow
when i sit quiet and sob, i cry a saddy song
the whole night cries with me, the whole night long

here comes the island bank, the pitch dark land
our nostrils fill themselves with scent of grey sand

scent of the sand is the scent of the blood,
neither your nor mine,
it's the natures black blood,
count's forlorn wine.

Alone in Desert

2008-02-15T15:44:00.001-08:00

I stand alone at times.

I gaze upon an empty yet rough terrain of land under noon sun, desert in me it is.

The gush of wind blows through my hair...

I see her dressed in pink and red, wearing a red smile, waving at me...

Mirage...

You, only You

2008-02-15T15:43:00.000-08:00

Monotonic harmonic and yet mnemonic
as you maketh the way
your beauty, you beauty allover deep rooted
red is the hue of the air
the razzle and dazzle of your ensemble
amorous as ever i may
the days i slayed, the prayers i made,
the thread of us is grey
no sun, no moon, whatever the boon
your smell makes my day
Monotonic harmonic and yet mnemonic
as you maketh the way

Devil's Red bedsheet

2007-06-15T03:02:00.000-07:00

"Karla" - I said
when she was to be dead
but woke up instead
out of devil's bed
in the sun's green light
moon's heavy shed..
can you not, just not listen
her breaking apart
bone by bone....

“lets go by the lake” - I said
the orange tree's purple shower
pure yet sadistic
we the masochistic
wow whatta words have flowered
angels gathered
when women are raped
the women who rapes
is the women who says
that women are raped.

You to me are bosom close

2007-06-09T10:15:00.000-07:00

Sitting on the blue garden's banal floor,
Bluish-white petal of the blue rose...
Your eyes take away my life,
You to me are bosom close

Your lips touch my hungry ear,
Your voice hushed yet clear,
Words resound like sound of wind,
Like the orange monk's orange prayer.

Never before my thoughts i fought,
My body frail my heart distraught,
But no odds can beat me where,
The touch of your hands on my eyelids is there.

Your face beneath your hair

2007-04-30T05:45:00.000-07:00

The rain shower below the shady mountain of fire,
The green cloud sweeps my thoughts like your skin,
so smooth so fair,

When your eye meets the first ray of sun,
as he watches it glide all around,
The resonanse of your breathing sound,

My eyes visit the azure, so clean so bare
my hands up in prayer,
while your blissful smile, enlivens and loves,
so black yet cute is the stack of your lovely-greedy hair.
I try as i look, but i am clueless always as i hear
mysterious is the laugh on your face beneath your lovely-greedy hair.

Why, what and how?

2007-04-11T04:15:00.000-07:00

Q. Why do we have to live?

A. No particular reason, we all live for different reasons.

Q. Is there an ultimate purpose of our life?

A. No, we all attach different purposes or meanings to life. We all determine the way of our life by our luck and by our karma.

Q. What is our Karma?

A. It may be anything.

Q. How is our Karma Good or Bad?

A. Our Karma is good or bad by virtue of the perspective through which we view it. Like the same colorless water, may appear colorful when filled into different colored bottles.

Q. Why should we keep on doing Karma?

A. To avoid being static, to be active and livid. In short, we should keep on doing karma to live.

Q. But, why do we have to live?

A. Already answered as the first question.

Q. And why do we live?

A. That I don’t know

क्यों है?

2007-04-07T01:36:00.000-07:00

कभी सोचता हूं की यह ऎसा क्यों है?
फिर सोचता हुं की यह मेरे जैसा क्यों है?

Circle

2007-02-13T05:21:00.000-08:00

If you ever thought...

who is the one who cares for you?

you will see around very few such people..

but you hate those very people..you think they just run after you, they seem irritating to you, at times due to their regular affection for you...

in short you ask in air, "why the hell do they like me??"

for you they are nuthing but so annoying...

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

instead you dream of those people whom you think are just tailor made for you, "ohh they are so charming..."

whereas they? they infact think the opposite and they would never like to be with you...

infact they hate you...for them, you are nuthing but

so annoying.

This world is circular, isn't it.

Your lovely Heart

2006-12-19T00:23:00.000-08:00

Vision is reality's shield,
Smile is tears' cover,
White is black's guise,
But your lovely heart's lovely beat-dance is my para-yielding desire's lover.

Its black, that...

2006-12-19T00:09:00.000-08:00

Its yellowish, that the night
and her brothers are on a journey
out of the pink and maroon shoe-house
there would be starts smiling on the roof

Its orange, that on green grass
run lovely white rabbits, cute rabbits
the rain water runs over my bluish-crimson thoughts
now the innocuous meadows will shine again

Its but red, that the boat of life
will sail and a sailor will smile
as he watches the peak of no return.

Pink and Chocolate - No Ethics

2006-12-18T22:13:00.000-08:00

Those days were best days of my life. I was alone in the 30,000 sq ft. farm named "Zheven". The girl's name was.... i don't remember. I called her girl only. Her lips always smelt like she just had had hot chocolate syrup. And pink was my favorite color those days, and her pink inners, smelt like chocolate. Chocolatey Pink and Pink Chocolate. I was alone in the 30,000 sq ft. farm named "Zheven".

Similar things happened everyday, everyday seemed a déjà vu. One day, we went fr a walk near the beach side, we laid down basking under the sun, I was sipping fruit beer and having hot bread with cheese on it. She was continuously looking at me. Her eyes just observed me. A portion of cheese fell on my thigh, she just laughed. We went to swim after few minutes, and next morning I again had a very nice breakfast with her. Similar things happened everyday, everyday seemed a déjà vu.

I lived there all my life, with girl. She changed in appearance every few days, although as beautiful as she always was. I never changed though. I remained there with her right from the first day of my life till the last. Lived free from all ethics and customs. I lived there all my life, with girl. Absolutely no rituals, no commitments, no returns and offcourse no return.

Black and White - Chess

2006-12-18T01:33:00.000-08:00

A game of chess
Black and white.
Pieces are black, pieces are white,
squares are black squares are white
the cosmos is painted just black n white
Black and black are never together,
white n white are never together
Still they say they are always together.
so merciless, so suicidal,
Kings and queen and bishops and rooks
and chess squares all drink the drinks to be drunk
but the pawns
die before they are born
Lines, squares so suicidal
Games end,
but they don't just
end with a win, but a defeat too.
Victory wins over and defeats the defeat.
So suicidal
Pink and black are so cruel
yellow and white and orange are so blood-thirsty
but black and white are so suicidal.
Death says, hello you there?
Black is her only nemesis,
white gets laid on altar and bleeds red and black
black death
chess board is broken
pieces are gone
the winner is dead, the loser inverted
this life of black and death of white
are so callous yet so suicidal.