Poetry

Ek aadmi ki khwahish

Ek aadmi ki khwahish thi.
Zindagi yaadgaar bitaayi jaaye.
Chahe mar jaaye vo khud kisi din.
Duniya mein amar ho jaaye.

Sochi usne tarkeeb, banaaya plan
Jo tha sabse pare, sabse niraala.
Log the hairan ki ye tha mumkin.
Jaisa raasta usne tha nikaala.

Yaad kiya jaunga main duniya mein.
Agar ban jaunga ek taanashah.
Aur gar na ban saka main vo.
Kar dunga ek poora desh tabaah.

Shuruaat thi dheemi.
Har kadam lagta tha bhaari.
Pehle usne apna ghar jalaya.
Phir thi raajya ki baari.

Desh ka number bhi aaya.
Aur ki usne shuruaat karaamati.
Demonetization ka bomb giraya.
Apne desh pe ki gola-baari.

Par raasta tha lamba.
Aur gati pad rahi thi dheemi.
Itne se desh kahan tabah hota.
Ek aadmi ki aakhir kitni taakat hoti.

Kismat ka chahiye tha saath usko.
Ya phir ek nayi kism ki rajneeti.
Usne apna kaam shiddat se kiya.
Aur bhagwaan ne bhi thoda saath diya.

Waqt ki lakeer mein aaya ek bhanwar.
Duniya ko mili ek nayi mahamaari.
Darr ka bana maahaul par.
Sabne ki isse ladne ki tayyaari.

Har desh jab lad raha tha isse.
Yahi hai mera mauka, usne socha.
Jab waqt tha sach aur himmat ka.
Usne desh ke galat raaste moda.

Banaayi baatein usne aisi ki.
Logon ne dekhe khwaab kamaal.
Kiye logon ne faaltu kaam.
Taaliyaan bajin, baje thaal.

Waqt laga, saal gaya.
Rakha usne dhairya.
Aakhir jala poora desh.
Apne bhi ban gaye gair.

Darr, beemaari aur maut.
Ab yahi har taraf aalam tha.
Kuchh logon ko lagne laga.
Kya yahi uska maksad tha.

Usne dekha apne aas-paas.
Ek tha waqt jab jala tha raajya.
Garv se chouda hua uska seena.
Aaj jal raha hai saara raashtra.

Poetry

Haiku – I

A few men died once
It was the battle that he
Remembered always

Love was the disease
Relationship was the cure
And hate was the residue

I will wait some more
For the perfect girl to come
Age is a number

You will fall in love
You will find the heartache too
You know that’s life’s way

The war was upon
And we were anything but
Ready for battle

Yes, please die please die
I want some peace in my life
So die, please die, please

Mi estas viro
Ŝi estas virino tre bela
Mi amas ŝia tre multe

Poetry, Random Tales

A Moment of Love

There was a moment in time when everything stopped. It was not something that I had ever imagined would happen. It was something that wasn’t supposed to happen. It just did.

I am not sure if this was love. I am not sure if this was even an emotion. It was a moment when the heart skipped a beat and the mind was stunned.

It was the moment when I had met you. An unforgotten moment it was.

The moment is affixed in my mind like a painting. Some of the shades mix with each other, others give a different hue than what might actually be reality. However, the emotions invoked on seeing that painting are as fresh as the first time. You looking at me smiling.

The conversation of a lifetime, happening in that single moment. You knew I loved you, I knew you loved me. The whole evening we talked and the evening began in that moment. The perfect moment.

But the evening passed. You left for your life; I, for mine.

Five years passed before we met again. Five silent years after a conversation of 5 hours.

You are with your family, me with mine. I named my daughter after you, your son has my name too.

We had discussed our kids too, I remember. In those 5 hours, we had discussed it all.

Your busy husband who would not come to the party, my pregnant wife who couldn’t.

The conversation, ignited with a moment’s passion, burned all the boundaries, all the walls.

To the world, nothing happened in those 5 hours that tarnishes us.

Yet…

In that moment, everything happened.

In that moment, I was yours and you were mine.