Inside of You...

खो रहा है जो तू,

मिल रहा है कहीं। 
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We must always be full,
never half.
For whenever in this world
 you are half,
half-known
half-loved
half-accepted,
still trying to smile through...
you are not just lying to the world,
but to the self,
to the'You'

When you are half,
you are lost in this world, 
and in its ceaseless clatter.

In another world somewhere,
you want to be found.
That world is here,
inside of You.
Its your parallel universe.
talking to you.

Smile through it
Become its light.
Its not just dark matter.

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Essays on love (2)

रुख बदल जाए न,इस हवा का कहीं... 

तेरे हाथों में सब,है भी ,है भी नहीं... 

तू आसमानों-सा,

क्या ढूंढ़ता खुद में है 

रंगों-सा.. 

तुझमें तूफानों-सा,क्या बह रहा है जो 

जंगों-सा.. 

तुझसे रोज़ लड़ता है 

फिर भी प्यार करता है। 

तेरा नहीं है क्या ?

तेरा कहीं है क्या ?

बसेरा। 

तू रौशनी-सा है; 

कहता क्यों है फिर, तुझमें है 

अँधेरा। 

मुझमें जो तेरा है; 

तुझमें भी कहीं क्या है, 

मेरा।  

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Essays on love....

प्यार बंदिश नहीं 

प्यार ख्वाहिश नहीं 

प्यार सौदा नहीं 

ज़िद या ओहदा नहीं। 

कुछ भी नहीं है 

प्यार बस एहसास है।  

तू रोज़ सुनता है इसे 

तेरी आवाज़ है...

तू अनसुना जिसे कर के,

ढूंढ़ता रहा जिसको...

तू छोड़ कर सौ रास्ते,

फिर आ मिला जिसको। 

तेरा प्यार तो तुझमे है, तेरे पास है। 

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Between the numerous silver pebbles...

Between those numerous words said,
or written, 
or sung to you in your sleep
and those umpteen words unsaid, 
never written, never sung
lies 
a nothingness
raw, untouched, naked
You can't hide it.
And you can't share it either.
You can't lie about it.
And you don't want to face its truth either.

That nothingness is the essence.
That nothingness is me.

These words I sing or shout 
are porous
like these pebbles.
But the pores connect
make me permeable.

If You call me your aquifer.
know, that it is this nothingness,
these gaps,these spaces
which make me what I am.
May be You have known them,
May be they are too narrow to reach.
May be You have known me
May be I am too far out of reach..
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The thread of ice...

मै वक़्त हूँ, हरपल बहता हूँ,

हाँ रोज़ बदलता रहता हूँ  

लम्हा हूँ मगर,
जम सकता हूँ 
तेरी रूह में हिम -चादर बनके...
रफ़्तार हूँ पर, 
थम सकता हूँ 
तुझमे मै तेरी आदत बनके... 

मै धागा हूँ, 
जुड़ सकता हूँ
हाँ वक़्त हूँ मै ,
पगडंडी सा, 
मुड़ सकता हूँ
हाथों में दिखाई दे जाऊँ...
आँखों में सुनाई दे जाऊं..

मै साथ रहूँ और साथ नहीं 
मै हूँ भी नहीं, और हूँ भी कहीं... 
मै कौन हूँ, कैसा लगता हूँ?
मै नींद हूँ, फिर क्यों जगता हूँ
हूँ बर्फ हूँ तो क्यों सुलगता हूँ?
मैं धागा हूँ जुड़ सकता हूँ... 
  
Like time, I flow.
Like time, I am changing every day.
I am a thread of ice- the thread of time

Ephemeral, like the moments we shared
But I can also freeze infinitely
covering your soul
like these mountains covered in permanent snowline
white, pristine, limpid, yet cold.

Swift, like the velocity we moved with
But I can also pause indefinitely
forming a niche in you
like habit or proclivity.

I am a thread of ice- the thread of time
I can connect, coalesce, unite
Yet, like time I melt away.
But, if time bends, like these roads we travel on
You will see me, smiling in your palms
You will hear me humming your name, from some dimension in your eyes;
and You will be able to touch me with your thoughts...

I'm there with You, and yet elusive.
May be I do not exist, but I still am somewhere.
Who am I, how do I appear to your senses?
If I am a dream, then why do I stay awake?
If I am cold, frozen in time, then what in me still burns?

I am a thread of ice- the thread of time
I can connect, coalesce, unite
Yet, like time I melt away.
But time bends, like these roads we travel on
One day, You will see me, smiling in your palms
You will hear me humming your name,from some dimension in your eyes
and I will be able to touch your thoughts, your dreams...

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Were You the sun...

Wasn't that magic?
Those crystals in the waters...
Did you feel them as You watched over?
Did You touch them as You smiled?
White in blue,
diamonds on azure velvet,
dancing
like hope in your two eyes,
and the yellow hue
of your smile in contentment,
still and tranquil,
yet making them dance
like fairies...

Why were you doing this?
Were You the sun?
You wanted to burn the waters in your gleam?
Or you wanted to dissolve in them and then burn?
I wonder.
Photograph source- The crazy wonderful photographer philosopher friend.

The difficulty of living in an empty space.

"There will be times in your life, when you do not know what you want.
But remember,
you always know, deep within what you need.

Do you need me then?
like air.
Like water.
Like fire.
Like the sky, and
Like the earth..."

Asked the star to the tree on a distant planet.

The difficulty of living in an empty space is that
you are so full of light and dark,
matter and anti-matter,
galaxies and black-holes,
and still
you are 
the empty space.

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The business cycles..

Seems like my life has become a business cycle.

Its like, you start with a boom,
inspired and ignited.

By, the evening, a slowdown sets in.
You have to go out, searching for some happiness on the streets,
knowing that its not where it'll be found,
and you'll come back home empty- handed.

By dusk, there is a recession in your heart,
and something within you is crying.
Still you are constantly trying to fool the crying child,
with 'the stimulus' of inspiration.
But the stimulus doesn't work now,
for your macro-economic fundamentals
stand shaken.

Nights, breezy or calm, moonlit or dark-
you are in a depression.
You hallucinate.
You get lost.
Nothing works.
You gaze at the far away moon and the stars from your window with a longing in those two brown eyes,
but you fear talking,
so the depression doesn't spread,
so there are no 'competitive devaluations'
You fear them- people
No, you fear yourself.

Insomniac.
You sleep just before the dawn,
with a hope, 
of another morning,
and of some morning when
the cycle would end
and you would live 
'happily ever after'.

Seems like my life has become a business cycle.
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Empty..

Empty is this vessel, my body

But its sound is not

It still rustles, throbs, warbles.

And to this world,

its sound can be music.

It can be noise, turbulence, chaos.

And it can be deafening silence.

Empty is my soul, my mind.

But its core, its foundation is not.

For it still knows to love.

And to this world,

its love can be sacred.

It can be ugly, wanton, sinful.

And it can be casually indifferent.

Empty is my word, my song.

But its meaning is not.

And I will still keep humming it.

For if this world understands it a little

It will become full, my word.

And if You, that someone somewhere in this world,

can understand it full,

I would make You my world.

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