Saturday, September 9, 2017

Rani Pink

When they had previously asked me ur favourite..
I had softly whispered from behind a curtain of grief..

"Rani...Rani pink"

They were able to procure a virulent violet instead.
And so we said our goodbyes to you clad in red.
That time the gift(?) was a pista green.
This time again it is green.
But it is embellished with your favourite flowers..

Rani colored tulips dancing in the winds....

Monday, September 4, 2017

Aaina

Mitr to the tum...
Ye tohfa kyun inayat kar gaye?
Dard nawazish kiya to tha...
Ye naqaad aaina kyun dar kar gaye?
Takmeel ki talab mein...
Kyun humein Aib-dar kar gaye?

Kya karun is aaine ka?
Lauta dun tumhare dar pe?
Magar tum the ya na sahi..
Mitr hum to huey ibadat se.
Vaise bhi Ye len den ki afra tafri..
Amavas si chipak jaati hai ruh pe.

Ye aaina chur kardenge hum...
Takmeel sa ek honsla inayat hai, usse.
Tasalli rakho, aankhein tumhari..
Na bharayengi iski chubh se.
Itna barik chur karenge ki...
Dhuan hi ho jayega wazood se.

Azaadi isse bhi..tumhe bhi...
Azaadi isse bhi...humein bhi...tum se.

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Where did I misplace you?

Where did I misplace you?
How and when did I lose you?
Few days ago only it was so...
I walked those lanes holding your fingers.
A smile always beaming the way forward,
Filling my little world with wonders unknown.
You never cringed at my unreasonable pouts,
Stomping of my feet were the reason for you to spoil.
A hand protectively nudged me along,
Decorating my arms with bags full of whimsies.
A little nudge to the chin, all the price u took.
A big warm hug, everything in the prize you gave.

Today I went back to the same narrow lanes...
To pick a gift(?) this time for you.
You see I had gold in the pockets of my heart finally,
And it clickety clacked with a desire to shower you.
I wanted to knit you a blanket from the finest silks,
That sang of my love's need to cherish and hold you.
I wanted to weave diamonds in your tresses,
To twinkle like stars fuelled on pride.
But alas! Our skies have shifted and universes distanced enough,
Enough that what I offer has lost meaning in that space.
Too late, the lanes admonished...
For you and I have been forever displaced.