Where the head is held high.

If you can board that train and say goodbye 

even when the numbness of her cold hand 

doesn't let it rise to you.

If you can reach your house 

knowing that she would keep loitering on station platforms before reaching hers.

If you can stay in that house angry

saying you are solving problems, 

without having solved what you left behind you at the station.

If you can keep getting angry over her past that can't be changed, knowing that you are burning your own present, and hers.

If you keep smothering the self confidence she gained after so much of toil,

Either she will diminish and die.

Or she'll pick herself up again,
keep walking in this mad crowd.

Cold and alone. But with her head held high.

No love which diminishes you is love.

The twins.

पहाड़ों- पठारों 

की सुबहों और शामों 

को ढकते अंधेरों 

से बहते उजालों 

से हर रोज़, पल- पल

रिसते सवालों

में चुपचाप बैठी....

मेरी ज़िन्दगी है। 

है बनती- बिगड़ती

उजड़ती- सँवरती

तपती - सुलग़ती

जमती - ठिठुरती 

थिरकती - मचलती

सिहरती - उफ़नती 

सौ रंग बुनती ,

तेरे हर्फ़ सुनती 

मीलों को गिनती 

लम्हों को सालों  

सालों मिसालों 

को धागों में बिनती 

तेरे राग जैसी , 

तेरी आग जैसी ,

...मेरी ज़िन्दगी है। 

All that glitters.

You put your life's savings to buy gold and diamonds and jewels for some grand ceremony someday. Ahh. If I could show you what real jewels look like. And what it feels like to adorn them. 

And they had been put here for us all.

Wild.

My words
run out of breath
thinking
of the silence of
- yellow afternoons -
spent with you
on pine roads
cutting through a mountain.

That day,
when
our silence
runs out of breath,
WON'T WE?
plant us
- as seeds -
on these pine roads.
Those that grow
Wild.

Essays on love - You rain on me.

बारिश की बूंदों सा तू आज मुझपर बरस फिर रहा है 

धरा को गगन से , मुझे मेरे मन से  दरस कर रहा है। 

तू है कौन जिसने ?

मेरी हर सुबह को 

हरा कर दिया है। 

तू है कौन जिसने 

खाली से मन को 

भरा कर दिया है। 

तू  है कौन जिसने 

मुझी को मुझी  से 

बड़ा कर दिया है। 

तू है कौन जिसने 

इबादत को मेरा 

ख़ुदा कर दिया है... 

ख़ुदा कर दिया है। 

Essays on love.

And one day,
Your hand touched mine.
And everything became
- the beginning -
Like moss.
Like rain.
Like forest.

Of erosions

Because I have stories carved on my skin.
And they have made me what I have been.
                                             - The eyes that found me.

The earth knows you.

"Beware of people with no backbone, 
but never be scared of them. 
When they fall, 
the ground shall hear 
no fracture, no sound, no impact. 
But you, 
when you fall, 
make sure the ground remembers you 
not just for the dent you make there, 
but for having risen up 
every time 
with that straight and iron back."

To be found.

"Lord, everytime l pick myself up, 
I find me more and more 
immersed in you. 
As I keep moving, 
I am filling myself 
with every atom you have created. 
And so I can feel you spinning and dancing in me"

"मौला,तुझमें घुल जाता हूँ,जब-जब उठता हूँ गिर-गिर कर। 

मैं बाहों में तेरे अक्स भरूँ ,ऐसे तू रक्स करे मुझपर। "