Bhay! – Fear

Maangle tu aaj,
Toofani lambi raat.
Buja de saare deepak,
Umeedon ke dwaar.
Jal gayi rasi,
Par bal na tuta.
Chalta rahe kafila,
Bhay naam hai tera.

Shikanj meri itni,
Koshish karta rahoon.
Joh jung mein hai tu,
Toh vaar main bhi karoon.
Tu bhay hai,
Toh main hosla hoon.
Tu le panaah soch mein,
Toh main dil mein basu.

Tu kamzor bana faislon ko,
Main buland awaaz dil ki.
Dagmagaye kabhi tere paiyr,
Main pathar ki ek lakir.
Sunn yaara apne mann ki,
Sirf andar dil ki.
Bhaga yeh bhay ko,
Mita uske ghar ko.

Jala mashaal roshni ki,
Ujaala kar aashiyaane ko.
Darr ka na koi naam,
Bhala uska kya hai kaam.
Rukna nahi,
Aur zukna nahi.
Maut se aage tu nikal,
Zindagi; silsilon ka…
Keval ek naam hai.

A Wanderer’s Wish

Wish to…wish;

I wish to isolate on a lonely island…
With spreads of blue,
And white cushions to sink my two.

Life of aqua blue,
Layered in dives of untouched clues.

Green moss to gather,
Bring carpets on old leather.

Tropical wine; a sweet linger,
Fruit divine for the thirsty soul.

Stringed bikinis tightly wrapped,
Vagabonds are free to roam.

Simple life and forget all cares,
Naked love is all I swear.

Sometimes I wish…
This is the life,
To run me deep.
And awaken my soul.

Bang on…
The banks of happiness.
Clung tight…
To the shores of inner peace.

Is this me?
Yes, it was…
And, is always me!

~ The Wanderer.


Happy World Poetry Day 21 March

#irshad

Jitni shiddat hai,
Usse tu kho na de…

Jitni shiddat hai,
Usse tu kho na de…

Andheron mein gum si jaaye.

Suna hai ussi mein hai ibbadat.
Sambhale rakh…

Kya pata wahi mera khuda mil jaaye.

Because…Reasons Define

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Kshamapana

Tu agyanta no sagar,
Hoon surya ni tej rekha…

Chaal maari saathe,
Jaaye ek navi disha…

Chod jagat na mann dukh,
Bhaatu bandh aaje navu…

Sharan le shamapna ni,
Samarpan de, deh nu….

Parmatma nu sharnu sweekar kar,
Moksh na dware tu obho…

Ekaj matra aatma ni saambhal,
Bas havee tu paglu maand…

The World So Big

Someday somewhere…
Inside the big.
We miss,
And we drift.

We are lost.
I miss you…
Not enough.

I claim you…
Not worth.

I want you…
Not just.

How if sometimes…
No words, but feel.
No ideas, but sense.
No reads, but hear.

How if sometimes…
Simply be.

In silence,
With maturity.

In laughter,
With tears.

In respect,
With pride.

In accomplishments,
With giving.

In sacrifice,
With holding.

And, in me…
With you.

Who Knocked?

Life moved.
I grew,
And I grew tall.

Neglecting routine reserves,
Thinking they were all mine.

Things that were once free,
Soon came priced.

The inhale of fresh oxygen,
Now, layered with a nosy mask.

The solitude of lush greens,
Patrolled by guarded cops.

The zest of barefoot run,
Lie inside an online yoga room.

The silence of holy shrine,
Deliver home-made prayers.

The crisp of morning newsprint,
Surface a lifeless touchscreen.

The joy of hand-picked dailies,
Shrink-wrap in a market app.

The sizzle of hot popcorn in cinema,
Couch on indoor live streaming.

The thrill of real santoor,
Play on headphones in playlists.

The ghazal of Jagjit,
Ripples nostalgia in whisky.

The fine dining impression,
Sit at home-made dinner tables.

The roar of 3.00 am friends,
Mute with Zoom call Hi’s…

The promise of our well-being,
Commit insurance in covid covers.

The retire of one’s sweat,
Trend live stories on instagram.

The peace of mindful sleep,
Hover with what’s for tomorrow.

The warmth of love,
Is touched with woody silence.

What happened… Who knocked?

It only said,
I give… I retaliate…

Absences with absence.
Affection with affection.
Friendship with friendship.
Loyalty with loyalty.
No more one sided feelings.
Feelings must be mutual.
Respect my being.
And I respect you.

I am Nature.

Isolation – ain’t isolated.

I  S  O  L  A  T  I  O  N
Separated. Deserted. Alone. Single.

Not really.

But,
Connected. Included. Not one. A tribe.

Isolation ain’t isolated,
But a happy quarantine.
A cheerful me time,
On a happy selfie rhyme.

Glued to my lappy,
The worlds’ at my desk.
From SARS to CORONA’s,
All connected in my net.

Friends to my fingers,
Hellos at the wats-app.
Cutting real-time peeps.
Instagram says just be.

Claps on my creative,
Social Samosas cheer me loud.
Let’s now debate,
The Quint voices me out.

Alone; a petty status,
Tinder keeps me hooked.
Date, mate and hate,
Creates many stories.

Live is short,
Lasts for a day.
Meet me buddy,
I am today’s, ‘Its Live’.

So much to seek,
From likes to love.
Country’s world-wide,
To n fro land… on my palm.

Isolation ain’t isolated,
It’s the new me.
A diy hack,
My solo space shack.

ISOLATION
I am connected. I am included. I am the one. I am the tribe.

Khoj – A search!

Khoj hai mujhe…
Meri saans ki,
Band dhadkan ki,
Ruke dil ki.

Khoj hai mujhe…
Thodi tamanna ki,
Halki khwaaish ki,
Beete waqt ki.

Khoj hai mujhe…
Ek pukar ki,
Najhuk hasee ki,
Buland awaaz ki.

Khoj hai mujhe…
Udte parindon ki,
Neele aasmaan ki,
Nayi pehchaan ki.

Khoj hai mujhe…
Manzil ki,
Maksat ki,
Dilerr sahaas ki.

Khoj hai mujhe…
Apni.
Milna hai mujhe…
Khudse.
Judna hai mujhe…
Mann se.
Khoj hai mujhe…
Anant Moksh ki.

Rendezvous with Black

What happens…
When clouds of gloom engulf you.

What happens…
When you lose road to dark bushes.

What happens…
When you realize your eyes see ‘black.’

Puzzled vibes. Sorts of intrigue. Much suspense and a handful of drama.

Meet Black – The significant.
Its the ultimate vibrant hue around us. Our basic habitat in which we live most of the time. On general terms black is perceived as the opaque layer of life, which avoids contact with light. But, have you ever pondered Black itself is light?

Rare, but true.

How?
‘Blank’ can be white. But ‘Black out’ is black. The phase of black out then meets the phase of blank creating rays of unseen light to seep inside and search new paradigms.
Close your eyes. Shut your mind. Now you belong to the dark room. Allow the inner conscience to awaken and speak. Lets, first clear all stir and empty the soul. You will find the purest aura of radiant black throwing positive energy around to transcend in different plateaus. The naked black allows you to connect with your inner self and transform you to a higher level of yourself, which then seemed unknown. Black gives fresh air to outgrow from your current bubbles and breathe a different you. Its yogic in form and immerses you in immense tranquility. The mind beckons peace. Stunning thoughts once again pour fresh blood into the stream. New dimensions, untraveled paths, youthful strength and goodness of life – become the focal points. It’s healing. Well, its black.

Now, who am I?
I am mindful.
And self aware.

I am stunning.
Still elegant.

I am reviving.
And evoke style.

I wear attitude.
And look sexy.

I am distinctive.
Still sophisticated.

I am fluid.
And seamless.

I am deep.
To absorb pessimism.

I command power.
And augment celebration.

I chose ‘Black.’ 

Black opens the mind’s eye. It teaches to visualize who and where I want to be. It gives undying faith to all beliefs. It envisions the road of what I want to journey on. I didn’t lose road in woods. I discovered the road less travelled. Black – the spot, which I took to be a dark stain, actually turned out to be the tint of new hope and new beginnings.

Black is eternal.
You rise from the dust and you go back to the dust. Man is created from ashes to merge back into the same ashes. When life ends, the soul meets the eternal black. The gulf of universal cosmos absorbs and dissolves it in a wide blanket of black. Black is thus soluble. It dissolves. It floats. Still, Black stays. Once again it is re-born to the chakra of karma. Black is non-perishable.

 

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