Friday, November 9, 2018



Ignorance and arrogance
Comrades, with vigour,
they run and hunt
Until
Fatiguing and failing
In their disenchanting forest 

Monday, October 22, 2018

इमरान खान और नरेंद्र मोदी को

दुश्मनी देश की वजह से,हारता मगर एक एक है
दोस्ती एक की एक से,बनता पूरा देश है
अब
देश नहीं दिल जीतना है

Monday, September 24, 2018

बस.... मैं ना दिखूँ
ईमानदारी के रोशनी के सिवा

बेनामी का किरदार हूँ

बेनामी का किरदार हूँ



The knotted feeling
Which wants to dismember
The umbilical cord
Roasted marinated yet stale
The pretense ,all above trust
With remedies at bay
Victory has been reached
To convert feelings into stillborn

Thursday, September 20, 2018


When I am in the worldly gaze
In my fineries I feel stark and vacant
When I am with you naked and bared
You make me feel clothed  and owned


Wednesday, September 12, 2018




चैन ,अदब  की दुनिया के बाशिंदो,दिल खोल के बददुआ   दो मुझे

 लानत दे कर भेज दो मुझे वहीँ जहाँ निजात भी मिलेगी और सुकून भी

 मालिक की नज़र और  निगरानी वाली नगरी

Friday, September 7, 2018

सदियों से मैली नहीं है गंगा
सदा से है भारतियों का मन  है गन्दा
माँ भी कहते हो,और पूजा भी करते हो 
नमन की नहीं, समझ की ज़रुरत है
पूजनीय  मत  बनाओ इसको 
इंसान की तरह  देखभाल की ज़रुरत है 

Sunday, August 26, 2018






जब मैं मिट्टी में मिलुंगा
मैं तुम्हे फिर 
मिटटी में मिलुंगा




Pain you.. shy bride
Those sad eyes
You furtive look
Then you hide
I run to embrace you

Friday, August 10, 2018


कहते हैं राख
आसानी से बिखर
जाती है
घर की हो,या इंसान की
इत्तेफ़ाक़ से ही
कहीं कोई कंना फिर

अंकुरित हो जाता है

Thursday, August 9, 2018

ये गोरे रंग के शौक़ीन वालो 
चाहे जितना भी रंग साफ़ हो
परछाई तो  हमेशा काली ही होगी

Monday, August 6, 2018

मेरा एक कोना है
उसका नाम फ़िक्र है
मैं बस वहीँ रहता हूँ

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

मैं समझता था
मैं छुप जाता हूँ
लेकिन ये किताबें 
इनके पीछे से 
दरअसल  लोग हैं
जिनको मैं पढता हूँ

Thursday, July 5, 2018


ए खुदा
मुझे दो हिस्सों में बाँट दे
मुझे एक और मैं दे दे
जो मेरी देखभाल
मेरे जैसी मेरी करे



Wednesday, June 27, 2018

रिवाज़ है की वेहम पाल लू
बेकद्री दरबदरी के घर में पनाह लू
दिन फिर गए ऐसा समझ के सामान खोलूं
मुठी  में करूँ,समेटूँ  की फिर बिखार लू

रिवाज़ है की वेहम पाल लू


Tuesday, June 26, 2018


It’s such a beautiful room
The flowing folds and curves
Chiseled to perfection
Ivory white and ethereal
Delicate arms stretched out
Cursor of compassion
Expectantly I look at the angels
The eyes ,they are just  stones

Sunday, June 24, 2018


अरे हुज़ूर ये रोज़ा अब तोड़ दो
मिलने का रुख मोड़ दो
जमीन पर  सुकून का इक पल
चाँद सितारों के पार की बातें
लिहाजा अब आप  छोड़ दो

Friday, June 22, 2018


बा मुलाइज़ा होशियार
बा अदब ये मीठी खामोशियाँ
रिश्तों को निगल जाती हैं

Saturday, June 9, 2018



For i am emotionally.. the outsider..

Scarred I sit on the doorstep..

Waiting for me to come back..


Perhaps...
घर में सच के तीखे शब्दों सा खटकता हूँ
इस लिए वीरानो में प्रेत की तरह भटकता हूँ


Friday, May 4, 2018


Nagar Vadhu



I look very pretty sitting on a bike. I am fair, with usual features.

But if you are in India being fair is beautiful enough.Though a universal phenomena, this sun scorched country is obsessed more with light skin. We have more film songs which rave and romp about beauty equal to complexion.

I paint my face but not enough that my fairness gets overshadowed. The clothes are simple yet fitting tight and draw out my curves,the bright coloured dupattas make me look more girlish.I love to lie about my age.

I have a bike driver who drives me .I chose the shortest guy so that i look taller.Its no less privileged than being chauffeured around in a car.The only thing that gets to you is the pollution and rough driving. I wonder if in times to come we will have more people dying on Indian roads than hospitals. 

Just today i saw a student on a cycle and from his heavy bag a piece of paper with some big college photo was peeping out.It occurred to me I don’t read. I can’t read. I don’t understand data, number, letters.Yet I observe life, I learn from people. They are no less than the education I couldn't afford .For example i can tell you which person will buy and which only window shopping.I can tell when there's love between people,when eye contact reduces communication breaks down,and when there's amicable silence ,there's friendship full of understanding ,no words or eyes are needed. Life is simple.Mother natures  has her comforting web.

I like average people ,the world is so full of them.But i like those who know about their average-ness not mislead themselves that life will turn out like a film.The only action to look foward to is the occasional on the bed.Rest life flashes ,blink blink,one day you are twenty and the next thirty...

I smile..a lot so whether on the bike or not i appear friendly.I enjoy the attention i get from all passers by and miss when the young lads pass by me without at least a slant and corner of the eye, stare.

Say Mantu a helper who serves sweets at  the Mithai shop,he always raises a full blown assault with that honey-syrupy look every time i pass by.I think he loves me.Attention can be very nourishing for the human spirit.

I enjoy seeing housewife's wearing their best blue silk saris with golden borders and a bindi when they accompany their husbands on Sunday outings.In small towns this  may be ,but i can tell you some things remain same whether big or small ...

Those who have bikes and have ridden one know that the smell of the monsoons arriving...the whiff of the dust,leaves,moist,as if the blare of something new, is intoxicating.It has healthy irreverence for makeup and creates a puddle on my face.But simply rejuvenates the spirit.

Education has bought jobs which in turn more purchasing power with the young.And the ability to make decisions that comes with financial security is a big one.One leap in the right direction is that they are not blind to their failings....They take life head on,headlights on...

My bike is now on the busiest red light.I turn back to all the waiting cars.I strike a conversation with the young man in the new sedan standing beside me,i giggle as i appreciate his car,and the green light signals time to go. I have found my customer...



**Nagarvadhu- was a tradition followed in some parts of ancient India.Women competed to win the title of a Nagarvadhu, and it was not considered a taboo. The most beautiful woman was chosen as the Nagarvadhu.Nagarvadhu was respected like a queen or Goddess, but she was a courtesan or prostitute; people could see her dance and sing. Nagarvadhu's price for a single night's dance was very high, and she was only within the reach of the very rich – the king, the princes, and the lords.Amrapalli was one such nagavadhu who finally became a bikhshuni (Budhist monk)



Paneer


I am sitting on a restaurant table expectantly for my order.Paneer Biryani.Paneer Butter Masala.Paneer Tikka to arrive. The last time I ate a full Paneer meal was two months ago.

I get a separate invitation card to every wedding on my locality. It validates to my family that I am  good. I am given the opening dance in every ceremonial procession.

I am good at breakdance and bollywood.I know all the hindi film songs by heart and win over the group I am in. But I get to eat paneer occasionally.

My father is a travel agent cum tour guide and a failed wrestler.

The family ran into loans to free my father from a criminal case which he got embroiled into.

He was behind bars for two and half years and the lawyers and cops scavenged us ,left us with little money and limited food.Paneer was out of question.

My father ‘s sister stays with us. She was thrown out by her husband and I share my room with her. She sleeps on the floor and I on the wooden cot. While she would be in solace to have a safe haven now I dream about a full meal of Paneer items.

I am a vegetarian and so my options of favorites’ borders between Mushrooms and Paneer.Both are costly for a family with limited resources.

I don’t demand any food item from my mother. Food for me is more than a need of the tummy.

I am a free style wrestler .I have been sent by state to nationals and got eliminated in the semi finals. The co participants praised my performance and some from Punjab wanted me to stay back with them to practice. I had responsibilities so had to return. The loans of my family have to be repaid. Better diet equals to better chance to win.

My only sister had a love marriage. My brother in law lost his arm in a fire and so the family cannot look towards them for any support. She eloped and got married so we had no celebration.No paneer.

I am in final year of my graduation and would be the first in my family. May be even in my locality. My daily food allowance is ten rupees. If I could eat better, my performance both in college and the ring would be better. And my favourite food item is….

The young boys in my locality envy me as no one has reached beyond class five and have no occupation to talk about.They will find ways to bring discomfort to me including gulping down the biggest paneer pakoda while I nibble my soggy slurpy vada at the neighbourhood food stall.

I have a phone which I saved up and bought. It opened my world as I can use the internet. I have made many friends in foreign countries. Some of them ask me to visit them, go and work in their country. I am allured but besides the attachment of my family, I wonder will I get my choicest PaneerHow our association becomes our being.

It has taken me only that many years to figure that for a song in ones heart,one can be happy with small joys of anticipating the good to arrive, and the saliva coming in full gusto tells me I am not too far away…the kitchen door opens and makes way for the aroma.My paneer biryani with its accomplices is on its way….

I am sitting on a restaurant table expectantly for my order.


माँ तूने क्या खिला के
दुनिया में भेजा मुझे
शुन्य  हो गया मन, सुन्न आभास 
ना  भूक लगती है  ना  प्यास
ना दर्द लगे या बची  कोई आस


पेंसिल(pencil) से पेन(pen)
के प्रमोशन की कितनी
जल्दी हुआ करती  थी
ज़िन्दगी के पन्नो पे
अब
वही बचपन  में..
लौटना चाहता हूँ


Wednesday, April 25, 2018

मुस्कान मेरी... जान
तुम कहाँ खो गयी?
जो आये.. वो साथ 
तुम्हे ले गए ..
मेरा पता अब  भी वही है

लौटना चाहो तो..


सुईयो  ने हाथ मिलाया
तोः घडी थंम गयी
वक़्त से ली लगाम अपने हाथ में
तो मैं चल पड़ा..




चाबी का गुच्छा याद दिलाता है
कोई दस्तक दे रहा है
आहट भी सुनाई दे रही है

मैं दरवाज़ा नहीं खोलता




Tuesday, April 24, 2018




मै  को खा कर देखा है कभी ?
मैखाना बन  जाता है
काश ले कर ज़न्दगी के
बहुत उठे होंगे महफ़िलो से..
कभी निशानो नाम  मिटा कर देखो
बदहोश पैमाना हो जाता है