The paradoxical cravings...

मेरी आँखों में क्या 

ये रुका हुआ?

एक ख्वाब सा है , कांच का 

जो पलता है। 

मेरे अंदर है क्या तू 

ये जमा हुआ?

जो बर्फ सा है ,

पर जलता है.. 

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Essays on Love(4)

The change we could not have imagined.
अन-चले रास्तों 

का कोई मोड़ हूँ; 

मुझको छू ले जिधर से तू 

मै कोई और हूँ। 

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ESSAYS ON LOVE:

Essays on love (1)

Essays on love (2)

Essays on love (3)- The truth, the self, the YOU.

I am the universe.

You cut the universe into pieces 
held them together
like dimensions
with threads of gravity.

You cut the universe into pieces,
and they accelerate apart irreversibly,
like time does on this planet I live in,
in this city.

You cut the universe into pieces.
Tell me,
Does it tear you apart?
Or does it pass through you unhindered 
like neutrinos?
Whichever way it may try to reach you
it just wishes to know you complete-
your being,
your form,
your expanse,
to whom or what you belong.

You cut the universe into pieces
And it filled itself with darkness and light,
matter and antimatter,
fullness and nothingness.
So that it could let you in 
and keep there, your being
in all your expanse,
in whatever form you exist
and wherever you belong.

I am the universe.
And I know, 
from the darkness out there
You see me.
And You see me, not like you know me.
You see me as you love me.
And here,
from my light
I find you.
And I find you not as I love you.
I find you as I feel you 
with all my senses
and beyond them.
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The monochrome speaks in its silence.

My eyes burn

in longing, in friction.

They burn, but with 

their light marred.

Like hundreds of colors 

on this canvas,

once discovered, sprayed, built...

had been charred.

And, You say

I am, 

such a beautiful 

monochrome.

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Lafz(2)

लफ्ज़ ज़िंदा हुआ 

था तुझे जानकर 

उसने पूछा नहीं था तुझसे , 

बैर या प्यार कर..  

उसने चाहा था, तू बस

सच न इनकार कर.. 

गुनगुनाना या चीखना,

चुप न होना मगर 

चुप में खो देगा तू 

खुद को, और खो गया तू अगर 

लफ्ज़ गिर जाएगा उस पल 

टूटकर हारकर 

स्याही नहीं है बस 
बिखरे जो कागज़ पर 

और लगे जग को, जानता है तू इसे... 

तू कौन है जो यूँ? 

पैमानों में अपने, 

तोलता है, छानता है इसे... 

लफ्ज़ पूछे नहीं, 
बैर या प्यार कर 
लफ्ज़ चाहे तू बस, 
सच न इनकार कर 

समझे जो तू इसको, 

तेरा रहे तुझमे बन सुलझन 

समझे न तो, 

तू अधूरा रहे..

कुछ है मगर इसका,

जो रह जाएगा तेरे मन में,तेरा बन 

तू कहे न कहे...

गुनगुनाना या चीखना,

चुप न होना मगर 

चुप में खो देगा तू 

खुद को, और खो गया तू अगर 

लफ्ज़ गिर जाएगा उस पल 

टूटकर हारकर।

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Orange skies - When happiness collides...

The lush forest grows, 
from moss to lichen,
to reach the sun.

The creepers, the epiphytes, the orchids-
all want its smile, 
the sunshine.

An emerald tree rises, high.
evading the boundaries of canopy
the forest had set for it.
It rises high and spreads its arms wide, 
to embrace the golden sun,
and its warmth,
to hug hard that burning sun
and ease it with its calm.

Their energies collide,
so does their happiness.
They don't.

The universe smiles back,
colouring the skies orange.
Photograph source: The crazy wonderful photographer philosopher friend.:) 

Essays on journey...

सच क्या है ,और क्या दर्पण-सा? 

है भी जो, है भी नहीं, भ्रम सा 

सागर सा नीला तो लगता है, 

पानी है या रेत सुलगता है?  

वो जो है भी नहीं 
है कहीं न कहीं 
बहता रहा है ...

इन धमनियों में,

जो जुनून-सा,

बनके मेरे सफर में...  

तू कौन है जो समंदर-सा? 

छाया है मुझपे, तू अम्बर-सा

सूरज-सा बातें तो करता है

हाँ डूबने से भी डरता है..

तू अकेला नहीं,

मुझमें तू कहीं,

रहता रहा है...

इन हौंसलों में

तू सुकून-सा,

बनके मेरे सफर में। 

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Your innocence and mine...

You say, Innocence-

meant being away from what 

we must not talk about,

what the society considers taboos

in and out.

You say innocence

meant being ignorant of evil,

untouched of the thoughts

of what you call sinful and devil.

And so you find,

Innocent-

my shyness, not your boldness

my thoughts, and not your words.

But
I see Innocence-

in the rawness of your thoughts and its instant expression,

like when your Mom touched you for the very first time

raw, unclothed, yet pristine that touch.

I see Innocence- 

in your words, their desperation and toil for peace,

like an infant crying in its genuine effort to cope with the turbulence

of its surroundings which disrupt its peace

And innocence 

is in your inquisitiveness, making efforts to know me more,

like a kid trying to reach out to another, 

in its search for a childhood friend.

Innocence is raw,

it is intrinsic.

It is not being ignorant of what you call evil or sinful,

or what must not be talked here.

It is when you let the evil or sinful touch you,

but not let it adhere.

So, are you innocent then?

Or were you searching in me, your lost innocence?

The self which is bigger than the universe...

सब बदल सा गया, 

कागज़ के एक फ़र्द से।  

तू बड़ा है मगर, 

हाँ, तेरे दर्द से... 
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