Poems

SEASONS OF RAIN


The clouds covered those smouldering moors
And thunder clasped and shook the land
Amid the gashes and lashes of rain
You winked at me and took my hand

First arrives the smell, like yours did too
And then a dark smile reached my door
T’was the fifth season of happiness I think
Another one added to the four

Then the clouds parted the way
Love’s shower fell down upon me
I danced and cried bathing in your scent
Oh! this life took a turn suddenly

An emotional flood, then eventual bliss
First drop of rain, or love’s first kiss
A dripping face looking at the skies
Opens up our arms, and closes our eyes

The rains had quenched those smouldering moors
Muddy streams wriggled through the land
I was wondering at the games nature played
You winked again at me and took my hand

In the season of rain, a time does come
When there’s no more left from that jar to drink
But it bears the fruit and so does love
When a sprout ruptures the earth in spring


AN INHUMANE GENESIS - PART 1


As her hand touched the misty pane
And the airs tickled those nervous cheeks
My imagination speaks of a thousand weeks
That I’ve longed for her scent to remain

Let it twist and turn like a lawyer’s game
Or gently follow a wilting course
This story – told off a skeptic source
Loath me not, nor me you blame.

I saw her once, as her feet trampled the autumn leaves
I know well Gentlemen, the charm in men she weaves
I know well too, her first kiss across the street
No the boy wasn’t me, but surely my heart did beat

It was the genesis of love, of hatred, of agony and jealousy
Loved me, did she? – the notion nothing but a fallacy

Even if someone’s mistress, still I’d fall for her
I kept saying this to me, more often now, than ever
I kept on getting visions, of her skin akin a wine
I kept on sleeping those nights, shivering yet being fine

She came then one fine day
Whispered in a melancholy verse
Longed for a love, (or was it lust?)
What was I meant to say?

The air was stale, and so I smelled were her ways
It was humid too, a fog rolled in the staircase
I saw her through a window, smiled as a shining dime
She smiled, but little she knew that I had seen her the last of time

Had I been a man and told her right away
The intimacy I felt for her, was never ever gonna sway
But what of the girl who chose to stay beside
She knew little that betrayal once lurked under this hide

Then, the years passed, the emotions crept
On demise of a love, they mournfully wept
Thoughts stirred, and memories came
They sparked now an old, untimely flame

Adored her sill, oh I did for sure
And maybe she adored me too
Coz I remember the misty pane that day
Those hands, those emotions I knew


एक अमानवीय उत्पत्ति – भाग २


पेड़ की शाख़ से बिछड़ते पत्ते की तरह
ये चंचल मन अब हो चुका था तरल
ठंड में ओठों से निकलते धुंए में छिपे
विचारों का अध्ययन जैसे होता है विरल

वह साथ अवश्य थी, लेकिन निगाहों में शंका लिए
लब मेरे भी खुलते थे कभी, लेकिन आजकल कुछ कांपते हुए
वह साथ अवश्य थी, पर साथ अब वैसा था नहीं
जैसे शब्द और कलम के होते भी, विचारों का शहर खो जय कहीं

घडी की सुई और तारीख़ के साथ
उस प्रेम का वेग नहीं हुआ कुछ कम
यादें वैसी की वैसी ही रहीं
एक शांत से सैलाब में बहते रहे हम

मौसम गुज़रते रहे, साथ मेरे साथ ने पर छोड़ा नहीं
उस पुराने प्रेम से जो हुआ था विफल
यह नया प्रेम अब लगा, कुछ द्रड़ और सरल
फिर एक पल अहसास हुआ, जिसकी तालाश थी शख्स सामने था वही

आँखों में मेरी, बदलता बदलाव बहा
कुछ देर ख़ुशी और अश्कों का नृत्य भी चला
उस भूले हुए स्पर्श का अहसास भी मिला
उन नज़रों ने फिर मेरी तरफ देखा और कहा

“पेड़ की शाख़ से बिछड़ते पत्ते की तरह
प्रेम नहीं है मेरा कमज़ोर
हमेशा के लिए, विश्वास है मुझे
बांधे रखेगी हमें एक अन्देखी डोर…”