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

October 31, 2012


There is no morning ,noon or night
Life is measured by 
Blimps and beeps on a screen -
Fluorescent is the only Constant. 


The beds in Neuro ICUs have creatures who used to be people in their earlier lives .Now they are locked in a sick world . If they could get up and speak what would they ask for ?

ये तार-तार नफ़स से बूँद -बूँद ज़िंदगी न दे -
ये घुटन ,ये तिजारत , ये बेरुखी न दे
मरना मंज़ूर है -
बस इतनी सी हसरत है :
जो देना है तो
बस एक कतरा धूप
दो कतरा रंगों -बू
और किसी पंखुरी पे शबनम सी हंसी दे दे।

October 14, 2012

Arrested Arrivals.

Straining at the leash
like a tethered bulldog -
snarling and hissing ,
the traffic growls -
its grumpy way
leaving behind 
clouds of  
acrid discontent :

On which ride 
Folks -
Looking for -
An Escape to
Home .Food .
Friendly faces 
and Welcome Spaces :

The Pain
Of Arrival
Puts a Premium
on Reaching Out .
And makes Virtue 
out of Virtual ..