Kale badal

धूल बह गई थी बरान्दों से,

आचार भी भींग गयी है छत पर,

बादल वही खड़े थे ऊपर,

भींगता रहा मैं  वहीँ पर और बारिश फिर भी होती रही।

कुत्ते बिल्ली थितुर गाए हैं, घोसले तो गिले वाही पड़े है,

भींग चुके हैं बच्चे भी और छोटे पंची पेड़ और फूल,

और उनपर झूमते भवरे भी

हम खेलते फिर भी रोज़ वहीँ पर 

और बारिश फिर भी होती रहि।

गड्ढे भर चुके थे ज्यादा, बढ़ाते अपना दायरा सड़कों पर।

पंखे सो गए थे सबके घर पर सबके 

बिना बिजली के, पर गर्मी कभी कम ना होती,

हम वही खेलते रहे पसीने में, पर बारिश  होती रहि।

थक गए थे पेड़ और पत्ते,

झटक झटकर पानी उनपर से।

पर लोग और गाड़ियाँ कभी न रुकते,

रेल न रुकति, न रुकता डाक और फिर भी न

रुकति हमारी हिम्मत, काले बादल के मौसम में।

हम वहीँ लड़ते खेलते रहे

और भी कई घंटों तक

और बारिश तब भी होती रही।

System

The wires are cluttered and the poles keep their stand, the

gulmohur, well is growing more than planned, the roads are full 

with us and some rains edges are broken and the mornings, 

are same.

The same is to change and make it new, for a few I know 

and leave rest to plough.

Machines keep rushing and new are made and

also minds love that change. Walls are to be painted

and so we change clothes, and places and men

we change all close, then make new friends 

and break all done to find new ways for just our sons.

Clouds keep coming and going as they like, and change the

seasons on there own sweet like, they don't ask me 

what I like and neither to the ones who live

on its sight, 

The system is strange as it doesn't meet all,

things rupture in time till it reaches where

asked.

But, he talks to me day in and out, and doesn't let

me speak my million shouts, he asks my life, my

day and Monday still forget's to ask how was I 

today.

I stare at him for hours along and love him for he

is learned and sound, he loves to play and

write and help and always tips me when I

sell. I know he's a little boring and dark but

has a sharp brain with golden heart. But whatever he's made its special

I know, as he's in all there what we see around.

Dumpati

छॆ बज गए उठो जल्दि,
बच्चो को उठाना है, नाश्ता भी बनाना है।
अखबार वाला नहीं आया आज,
और दूधवाले की तो दूध फट गयी आज।

आलू को तो छौक  दिया,
फूल वाली की तो अपनी मर्ज़ी है',
और कुछ अगर बाकि हो तो,
बच्चों के गाड़ीवान की अपनी मर्ज़ी है।

जल्दी से फिर दोनों हम,
तैयार हुए बच्चों के संग।
छोड़ा बच्चो को पाठशाला फिर,
और चल दिए अलग रास्तों पर साथ फिर।

Dhun

दूर से वह सूरज की एक किरण दिखाई पड़ती है,
दिन में भी आँखों से ही दिखाई पड़ती है,
सब सोचते थे कैसे यह कौन इन्सान है,
जिसे रोशनी में भी अजीब  सी धुन सुनाई पड़ती है।

New place

The clock  runs fast

and faster than asked,

it gave no time to sit and breathe.

mornings to nights and weeks and months,

all moved so fast, but moon and sun.

New people I meet, love they speak,

its soothing sometimes, but I don't grasp them

more and food it changes and water and spices

and also the mornings, the evenings, and talks,

the more of soil, and sunrise,

all are different here but faith.

In this place so strange,

I don't understand what to do?

My routine is gone, the metro I used,

new people I saw, the new expressions

each day, a few just talk, a few listen and a

few fought for small change and more in 

the sun, all work so hard,

to sustain.

Self

The sun is up and I am down,
the rays enters the windows and make me frown.
The birds need to sing and dance and and eat
and flowers are ready for them to feed.
The dust has settled, the news paper has come
all the people are up for some pun.
The clothes have dried and ironed they lie.
Oh! I don't want to get up today,
oh! let me sleep for at least this day.
I kept yelling and telling in air, but
not a sole was hearing it there.
there's a clock on the wall and few papers
on the ground and the linen and curtains to hear
that sound. None it cared for what I said,
if they heard, they kept to self.

The rain has gone

The rain has gone, the balcony dried
the dust and mud makes few marks.
the newspaper on the balcony was wet
and now has dried, it makes a silhouette on
the broken bricks, its no use now.The day
is pale again it was just bright some
time back, the clothes had been getting wet
again and again and have now dried.
The grass has grown way too much. The paint
on the gate wears off that part gets rust,
the railings are also rusted. The old Murky
doesn't enjoy any more. The sparrows are not
coming, the flower women has not come. Away
a little far, I hear the pray, its a mosque in the
town a few kilometres away. The gulmohurs don't
flower now and neither the marigold.
The morning tea is watery but Mrs. Sharma
never fails to serve it with pista biscuits to Sharma Uncle.
She knows he likes it that way.  

Masculine rhyme

In mark of past I walk as fast
so fast to not name the one I past,
but still he came by, in mornings
in metro, in stores, in mails,
and more in coffee, in talks,
and also roaming and wandering there
entangled in my braided thoughts.

From morning to noon, it blanched my mind
and nothing more could I do in shine,
in night again it was the dream that shook
me to the core extreme.
Its hard to fight these thoughts insane
in time of now and more again.
lets pill out the mind the masculine rhyme
in  years that has been  in my mind.
Let the world  learn more,
and come this shore,
to hear me shout and then come out.

In the train

In shades of blue, stand few men,
I stare at them for they see straight.
The train moves on and its cool Inside
and my eyes feel the burning sun outside.
Its so convenient for us to be 
what we be today and what we will be?
For question we keep and don't ask as fool 
we are made so bland to see untrue.
The man in the corner kept shouting to his wife
and stood there we without a sound, 
another boy just ate a toffee 
and left his place leaving a clue,
I pick the wrapper and throw it smart
and then left the station without a mark
and so did the men holding their hands 
and a stick white on paths to heart it ends.

Eclipse

I know its important as my world is to all,
but, some how these things don't fall at all.
How will the numbers help,
if they are dividing us all, all into numbers
all with grades and some are left,
with just little interest, to cut, sew and paste.

The stories are so good, but they are never
thought, the only thing I listen to
is to grow up with good marks.
I love to paint and play at times, when
sun is on my head to laugh, I sit inside
the Edwardian class, just like all the others,
aghast.

And just then my prayers were heard, and
the day started getting so dark, I was
amazed by the dawn so soon, and never
thought it'd come so fast.
It crept so slow and filled the sky and all
the voids of light were dark with hope and
happiness though, we felt it all
in our hearts.

The teacher then took us back in time
the time of olden mathematical tale, when
the moon had gone and so it was dawn,
and people were out on the streets,
confused.
As dark god ate the sun amused. But,
she told us so that it was eclipsed and
nothing magical had come to breath us back
from our our dream to run
and play in sun and off to the grounds we run and fall
for more and more we discover.

So the moon went off and sun now beamed in
noon, from the windows and doors and into
our minds thinking bad,
about him.

Rishta

और उठती हुई लहरें जो इस तरफ आती हैं,
वह धीरे से ही सही पर हमारा साथ निभाती हैं।

हर पर टोकता, बोलता रहता,
पर इतने धीरे से बोलता है,
कि हम अपने ही धुन में रह जाते है,
और सुन उसे न पाते हैं।

सूरज सा वह निखरता है
और कभी नहीं वह ढलता ह।
दिन भर वह सुलगता है,
बिना खाए वह जीता है।
हमे दिन भर रोशन करता,
वह रत भर खड़ा रहता है।

वह हरदम तत्पर, सब्र रहता,
खुशियों में मिल जाता है।
हर पल साथ दिखता है,
और भी विशवास जगाता है।
हर पर का जैसे छण बीते
वह और भी निखरता जाता है।

यह बहुत सी परिभाशाओ में हमे मिलति है,
पर खुशकिस्मत है वो जिसे यह मिलति है।
यह दिल की प्यास बुझती है,
और कुछ नहीं वापिस मांगती है,
और हर पल रिश्ते गहराती है,
इस जग में दोस्ती कहलाती है।

That day it broke

And late I am again today,
to face another morning today.
The water is freezing as it's raining now,
I run myself to the daily doze.. .

Its just fine today in the morning news, I sip
down the day and feel confused and so normal though I find all
day with people pass on without a say.
The heat is soaring just outside and equally
cold it is inside.

The glazing monotony of the day just broke
as I smelled it going across.
My eyes just fell and mouth was shut,
I couldn't hold up the beautiful gut.
Its so smart and refreshing sight,
I just had seen from the cubicle's height.

The wild all met and shook their hands,
welcoming business with a new strand, beauty
was just as in my eyes, I moved out from my
physical sight.
An hour just passed and it played and paused
several times as the clock kept march.

Water and ideas rolled the throat of
the Greek from the glass and my moving fast heart.
The time it passed so fast to notice, the time
was up and it left with my heart.
My chest had hole and his pink was so new,
he was etched in wax,
all edges so crisp and his skin had a glow,
His hairs patted right and suited just so right.

My eyes kept on to the clock to decide, as hours
and hence had nothing of sight. I looked at all, to decide
this fall that all find right, to make my life
with that beautiful right.

Purana shaher

दिन के सामान महिना निकला,
धीरे धीरे सूरज चढ़ता,
सड़कों पर फिर भीड़ बढ़ती,
सूनी गलिया फिर रॊशन होती।

लोग फिर अपने कम में लगते,
हर पहर दिन का रंग बदलता।
घड़ियाँ दोड़ती मिलकर हमसे,
ताकि हमारी स्पर्धा हो उनसे।
लेकिन जीतता समय है हर पल,
चलता रहता पल पल, हर पल।

जानवर फिर भी सोते रहते,
पर वे उठते, भूख लगे जब,
पर इन्सान अभी भी मन से कहता,
आगे हमे बढ़ते है रहना।

शाम है होती और सूरज ढलता,
पर ढलती नहीं उसकी रौशनी,
जैसे जैसे सूरज ढलता, वैसे हमारा उमंग फिर बढ़ता।
पुरानी गलियां फिर खिल जाती,
दिए, झालर, सब जल उठते।
रंग सब अब एक सा दीखता,
हर रंग पीला और नारंगी में घुलता।
और भी लोग आते, मिलते
पर तोड़ते सब रोज़ा संग।
फिर याद उसे करते हाथ जोड़,
जिसने दिया हाथों का ज़ोर।
फिर सबकी दुआओं को शुक्र कर,
मिले गले और हाथों के शोर।

सज गयी वे गलियां सारी,
रंगों से और रस में लीन,
मेला ऐसा कई दिन के बाद,
होती दिन रात में आज।

नदियाँ दूध की बहती रहती,
ठंडी शरबत और रबड़ी में ढलती।
समोसों की तो होली है, कचोदियों संग वह ठहरी है।
पकवान भी टलते, पुड़ियाँ छनती,
कबाबों का भी रंग निखरता,
सुगंध अब इनकी हवा में चढ़ती।
सारा शहर येही पर जमता,
आते सब विद्वान्, अमीर और चालक, बच्चे, होशियार, गरीब।
उसकी रहमत सब पर होती,
मन जिसका होता अज़ीज़।

Colony

The beating of heat and thriving of life,

nothing lets down the dreams that fly.

the dreams to rule, the dreams to win,

and more to earn, in NewYork style.

The ones who have made the city have left,

and left their roads, their art and style.

The steel still sustains, and holds new lives,

for a hundred years now and thousands to go.

People and their religion have a character of theirs,

the temples on the way watch us with glare

and that's just one their are mosques and Jain's,

all in the same lane, where they sell antiques

and mint waste gold.

All old have a story with them,

the bent in the railing, the sloping window sides.

The frying of samosas and smoking sweet in the air

the tea is boiling on kerosene, as the sun stares.

The English still stand in attention to us

as they had stood in the century past,

so fresh like the sour of cream breaking in mouth 

from piping hot and just baked tarts.

Humara ghar

सुबह की इस गर्मी में,
हम चल दिए अपनी खोज में,
काम की हर तलाश में।
फिर और भी घर बनाने को, फिर अपना वंश बढ़ाने को।
सब जुटे हुए हैं होड़ में, कि कैसे पाए कुछ और दम
और जुड़ जाये इस बजी में,
मिलकर सबसे अपने कदम।

वह फर्श इतना सुन्दर था
और पहाड़ सब वे निर्मित थे।
पानी के सामान ज़मीन पर हम चलते रहे धीरे धीरे।
दूर अजीब से पहाड़ थे, इंसानों के कम के,
वे सोते जिनपे और पहेंते जिनको,
पर्वत सामान लगते हमको।

चलकर पहुंचे मंजिल पर हम,
ठंढ जहाँ कहर बरसता,
पर खाली मगर वह खुलता जब भी।
चलते खोजते बढ़ते गए हम,
इन्सान की इस जन्नत में हम।
कहीं छाने रस में पड़े हुए हैं, कहीं दाल हैं खट्टी वाली,
कहीं मटर की पुलाव राखी हुई है, और कहीं पर मिश्री डब्बे में बंद।
पनीर हमे बुलाता उस और चने भी भुने हुए है काबुली।
खीर भी कटोरे में पड़ी है रात की, होती हमारी  रास वहीँ।
खाकर, उठाकर लेते हम,
फिर चल दिए अपने कदम।
कुछ दूर इन्सान के ही घर,
हम येही रहते हर पहर।

City

I've heard a lot of this place so blue
and more than that I see lot new.
The power is huge and speed astounding
with pouring more in the city is still young,
there's more of throw and good people around,
and fun is more than just that sound.
The time is no keep as things don't shut,
I wake so keen on the new day's lust,
the lust for money, the lust for passion,
the lust to break free and more to have fun.
Your thoughts end here,
but the pace doesn't,
there's thousand new smears with your hands in here
that make you up man, but never does appear.

The roads don't speak and neither do the people,
they mind you here but still you are welcome here.
The passion lacks confidence and and thoughts lack words,
the windows are all tinted, with no hope to elope.
Ideas need light but not only for drama,
meanings change with letters and I speak more than
say, there's lot to explore for every path you lay.
I discover more than ever a place, no words
could I find so apt and true
that will help me complete it true. 

Kid

Its sunny in the morning, but cold in the air,
the water falls down with all its flare
trickling on the rocks and
through the grass in green
falling onto the train and striking in my eyes.
The notorious is now happy to make fun of else,
for he is the one who makes us, just so different from else.

I am too small again to decide the efforts of people,
that rise from the rye and now shine to the ocher.
Smallest from their world, can make a lot to swirl,
I love swirling pasta that's rolling on my fork, wit
a hint of cream and garlic and hundreds of flakes to explore.
I love the way the country gives a new life to my world,
the cities are too crowded and that is the fun of all.
The people make this place, its taste and the
smells, for more and more to indulge in all that sells.
All places I've been are fun and filled with people
of all, but love the most one place,
right when I was small.

I listen to the world

In the wain of sun, I was told my work
to know the known,
to find my way in the world unknown.
The ways made are simple
and guides you in good.
but if you protest,
the guards are really rude.
As the system is strong in its place, with no differences allowed
to fill in the vacancies in place.

and I know my love, my life.
I love to be there, learn from
the man so old, hear his time and
appreciate it, live a little more
in the time so gone to fund myself
for the coming one.
I love to learn, I love to be with
with all things here, the machines,
the tapping on the keyboards,
the walking of the feet, the air-conditioners are so noisy
in the place where I don't talk nor thee, the phones are just earthquakes here
as they ring to the fading sounds, the water slips down and
the power is sound,  I want to ask their life so aghast,
the situations and their walking so fast.
I hear the music they play,
the way they talk.

I hear so much, all the world's
talking to me, except few men.
and I want to do some more, a
little of my time
is so countless, to bind myself to me
and thus the universe. 

and more

and waiting for that to come
to make my life out of fun.
I want to  love and play and fight
and more to run in bright sun light,
and jump up from the Eiffel tower,
so I touch the moon and get back home.

I love those books that are so
childish, I love the world of the
so small ants, I love to eat at the busiest roads
and smoking lanes of the old towns known.
I wish to run from old Lahore
to Moscow and then back to Hyderabad
via old markets selling fish and spices,
from Istanbul, Kabul and returning from Fez
I love old pictures for they truly freeze the time,
but paintings are young, that I could breathe
and live in their rooms and eat even after centuries
they have been painted.

I love the grass in morning
barefoot and the man singing his heart
in the mosque for us to know that we
are looked by the world's supreme
his greening leaves and our
dark hair for all is his
that I see and more
that I all day stare.