Interment

She was walking away from Love 

And like freshly slathered paint 

It stuck to her heart

and dripped 

into unknown recesses of her soul

clogging her very being

Drowning

Her

From within 

She was letting go of Hope

But like a newly slaughtered bird

the feathers clung 

and pricked

all the secret desires she had nursed 

Tearing her apart

Shredding 

Her

From within 

She was seeing the death of a dream

And it's last long drawn breath

Took all of her being

And sucked

all the joy that in her soul had danced

Blowing out her light

Interring 

Her 

From within

गिरां-जानी

ये चाँद की कैसी गिरां-जानी है 

घटता बढ़ता  है 

रूप रंग बदलता है 

दिखता छुपता है 

पर हर कोई  इसको इश्क़ की निशानी कहता है 

ये इश्क़ की कैसी बेईमानी है 

चढ़ता उतरता है 

ज़ख्म दे कर कुरेदता है 

दाग़, जफ़ा करता है 

पर हर कोई इसे हयात का सबब कहता है 

ये हयात की कैसी पेशानी है 

सांस आती जाती है 

धड़कन तेज़ रफ़्तार, कभी ठहरती है 

उलझती, संभलती है 

पर हर कोई इसको खुदा की नेमत कहता है 

ये हर बात कैसी बेमानी है 

चाँद मनमौजी है 

इश्क़ दिल की मनमानी है 

हयात किस्मत की बन्दगानी  है 

और ख़त्म हो भी जाए तो भी एक कहानी है 

(गिरां-जानी - misfortune, दाग़- hurt, हयात - life, पेशानी - destiny, नेमत - blessing, बन्दगानी- slavery)

हरारत

बहुत से लफ्ज़ हैं 

बुतों से खामोश खड़े हैं 

कोई बढ़ कर तुम तक ना पहुँचेंगे 

तुम  ख़ामोशी पढ़ लेते हो क्या ?

बारिश की बूँदें हैं 

बंद खिड़की पर कुछ लिख जाती हैं 

कोई हद्द पार कर तुम्हे नहीं छुएंगी 

तुम यूँ भी नाम हो सकते हो क्या ?

हवा के झोंके हैं 

आवारा से यूँ ही भटकते हैं 

कोई शायद उड़ते हुए तुम्हे मिल जाएँगे 

तुम हरारत क़ैद कर लेते हो क्या ?

शफ़क़ पर बिखरे अंजुम हैं 

नूर की जुबां में कुछ कहते हैं 

कोई रंजीदा से तुम्हारी ज़मीन पर भी गिरेंगे 

तुम रौशनी को गिरफ्त कर सकते हो क्या ?

You and me...not We

There is nothing that ties me to you and I would have it no other way. I am not one to be bound, for then my heartstrings would be easily tugged by another and what would happen then to the music that plays so freely within me. You cannot be the reason for that music because reasons have a way of fading away but yes, you can come share the rhythm of my pulses.

I do not hold my breath to hear your voice or read your words each day. The meaning of my days rests in no other but me and I am at peace with the silence that I find beyond the meaningless prattle of the world around me. You can, if you so desire, be a part of that silence.

Thoughts, feelings, emotions..these are all evanescent and yet we seek to capture and store them, why hold so much stock against something that is so fleeting as a thought or a feeling or even an emotion, Time takes it all away but what remains is the essence in the form of the soul that is mine. I cannot put that on display but you can come discover it with me.

I have no tolerance for vows and promises because I have learnt that they are just empty words held out as bribes to trap a soul and so I offer you none. I will be whatever I choose to be at any moment of time and be with whoever helps me on my journey to peace, I will offer no explanations for my actions. You can decide if you want to walk along my path or take a turn on to another.

I will care and yet always I will walk free..

सहर

आज सुबह जब आँख खुली 

तो सिरहाने बैठी वो मिली 

सूरज की पहली किरण, भोली 

उखड़ी हुई, नाराज़ सी, बोली 

"रात भर जुदाई का ग़म सहती 

अँधेरी दूरियों को  पार करती

तन्हाई का हर लम्हा काटती 

 तेरी नज़दीकी को तरसती,

हर रोज़ इस उम्मीद में आती हूँ 

की शायद आज 'मैं' पहले पहुँचूँ 

तेरे ख्वाबों से पहली मुलाक़ात करूँ 

अंगड़ाई तोड़, तुझे आगोश में ले लूँ । 

पर हर रोज़ कोई मुझसे पहले आ जाता है 

चूम पलकें, तेरे ख्वाब चुरा के ले जाता है ,

बिस्तर की सलवटों में उसका अक्स मैंने देखा है 

कौन है वो जो तेरी हर सांस में महकता है ?

अक्सर कहीं दूर चली जाती हो 

यूँ ही बेवजह धीमे से मुस्काती हो ,

कभी लम्बी सी आहें भरती हो,

किसी अनदेखे से, मन ही में उलझती । 

कौन है वो अजनबी, तुम्हारा अपना 

जिसने कर दिया यूँ ज़माने से बेगाना 

कभी उस से मेरी भी मुलाक़ात कराना। …"

In another lifetime, maybe..

I'm not my body, this cognizable entity

I'm not my face, that the world or you may see, 

I'm not this form that walks illusory reality

I'm not my mind or thoughts which you perceive as the essence of me

But yes, I'm the silence that holds all of eternity

And the feelings which emerge from what you see as empty

I'm the words that erupt from my on-going journey

and the emotions that singe my soul with their intensity

And should you aspire to capture this real me

you will have to break your world of make-believe

shatter all your beliefs, break every boundary 

only then can our spirits dance together in harmony

But I see the chains that tie you so inexorably

And I know in this lifetime, it will not be

Every soul must make take its own path to the final discovery

And one day you will know that love is nothing if not truly free..

Love, Destiny and Effort..

Of  all the clichés about love, the one that I find most abhorrent is “Love happens”.. It brings to mind various metaphors like an illness or an accident or  disaster that happens and yet people say it all the time. Perhaps,  they say it because it is true, that Love mostly catches one unaware and unprepared.

But the opposite could also be true and I believe that is the reason for all the angst and heartbreak associated with love. We suffer from a sense of being outcast or misplaced right from the time that we are taken out from the womb of the mother and the umbilical cord is cut. And it is in some measure the safety of that tie that we yearn for, knowing that there is another in this world who will nurture and care for all our needs. So most human beings are essentially seeking to find a love that makes them feel as if they belong and completes them.

In this quest, we often, mistakenly cast people into the role of  a lover. So strong, at times, is the feeling of loneliness and a desire to know that elusive emotion called ‘Love’ that we simply delude ourselves into its existence in the form of a person who may or may not qualify or be worthy of it. For True love is like a spontaneous combustion, it is a spark that ignites of its own volition on recognizing one’s other half and it is a self sustaining fire. As Rumi said ‘Love is like a fire burning in the soul of the lover’ and that fire, once lit, does not die. Shams may have passed on but he lived eternally in Rumi’s heart and does so even today in all of his poetry on love.

But does that mean that if love is a walk-in customer, it need not be gratified, that it will continue to be with us even if we do not exert ourselves in any measure to make it stay? This is where heartbreak and betrayal enter. For if there is no effort, love cannot be chained, it has freedom at its very root and will take flight like the summer breeze…Even the most undying love needs reciprocation, two souls can dance together only if they hear a common music and for that one needs to be a creator as much as a participant.

Love happens…But it lasts only if one is willing to pour one’s soul into it and erase the narrow confines of boundaries, whether they be of the mind or those laid down by society or even one’s own life…Love is like the water of life and one must learn to be the flow, only then will the fire in two hearts, that beat to the same symphony of Love, be a blaze that will meld their souls into one, beyond space and lifetimes…



#love happens
#Love is a myth
#Lucky in love
#Rumi's poems