Wednesday, September 14, 2011


जो ना मिला जीवन में,
पीछे उसके दौड़ते दौड़ते
ज़िन्दगी निकल जाती है
अंत में बस मुठी भर राख रह जाती है ||

पा लेने को तो,
सारा जहाँ है, 
पर अंत में सबके हिस्से 
बस छे ग़ज ज़मी ही आती है||

बैंक- बैलेंस, गाड़ी, बंगला, नौकर- चाकर...
चाह का अंत है नहीं कहीं |
पाने को ख़ुशी जीवन में
दो पल सुकून के ही काफी हैं ||

Saturday, September 3, 2011

My love

That smile,

which begins slowly at the corner of his lips,
unfolds petal by petal, like a blooming flower
erasing, as it travels, the worry laced wrinkles lining his forehead,
wiping off the scowl from his face and the piles of concerns from his mind,

That smile,

which travels from his lips,
lights up his heart , shines from within his eyes
and gazes at me from within his distant voice,
however long it lasts,

That smile,
is my love,
my life's joy,
my soul's wish within my every prayer.
His smile.

Friday, September 2, 2011

The story of an Unending Love Affair

This is how it all started,

When a series of unconnected happy and unhappy incidents and memories after travelling through a soul, sprung from within it, tiny brooks of emotions, which within the con-volutes of a mind, finally knotted together in a string of words......and when the desire of those words wanting to make themselves heard, finally led someone to hold in their hand a pen and paper.....

That is how it started, the love affair between,  the ink and the paper, when they first met each other through the stroke of a writer's hand, and began weaving together the yarn of their love....

And that yarn just kept growing, turning sometimes, into a happy and at others a sad love story or a poem or  a song. Sometimes into a musing, sometimes into biography, sometimes into a partly written or hurriedly scribbled incomplete piece of writing.....

but always echoing from within it, the whispers of a soul.