Words can create magic and I want to get lost in them for some part of each day.

April 19, 2011

Celestial Showstopper.

O Peach Moon hanging low -
While the shrill lapwings peewitoh ..
You know how to turn on the heat
How to make hearts skip a beat.

Here you appear a glowing coppery disc
And there a grey cloud floats waving its fly-whisk
Teasing , showing,halting,hiding is an Art -
you know well, as you weave in and out of clouds in parts.

The football players ,the cooling down athletes
The chattering girls with inflections high and sweet
All pause,hush and stare :
The translucent nimbus gates open and declare...

The Celestial Showstopper is back again.
Naughty,haughty ,High Octane !

April 8, 2011

मैंने उसे देखा ...

रेल की खिड़की, सुबह के सात बजे :
अधपकी कनक के खेत,
ओढ़े कोहरे की हलकी चादर .
घनी डालों वाले नाटे पेड़ 
बिखरे हुए थे इधर-उधर.
सब अनमने, अलसाए ,
कुछ जागे,कुछ सोये से .
बादलों का कफ़स तोड़ के 
सूरज तभी निकला और -
नूर का एक सुनहरा जाम छलका दिया .
कोहरे को चीरती हुई रौशनी का वो मंज़र :
खुदा नहीं, तो क्या था ?

April 7, 2011

The Trail.

It was a happy trail of Childhood days
It gave me  myriad ways
Of transporting myself  to a mysterious world
Where between thick tree trunks -mossy, emerald
Grew wild flowers and tall grass -
A splendid refuge for a  lonesome lass.
Everything -a forlorn Ruin  ;
Sparkling Kingfisher diving in-
the muddy canal ,buzzing with insects 
Or a Rhesus monkey with disdainful aspect
A flight of peacock ,a sudden stream ;
A glint of Colour,a dancing sunbeam.
Were my secret sources of Wonder and Joy
My ploys for Adventure Ahoy!