Thursday 12 November 2020

A New Lease

 

When I thought 

it was all over

It started

all over again.


I thought

you were going to leave me.

But you clung to me 

more passionately

more forcefully.


I had already started 

to shake you off.

But you came back,

giving me a new perception

of yourself and mine too.


With a brush with death,

Life- you have become

more meaningful,

more precious,

more giving.


And I take it all

with Gratitude 

to have been sanctioned

a new lease of life.


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Monday 9 November 2020

When Did I Say?

 

When did I say

My love for you is dead


It's just another bad day

Clouds are not pouring

They are still grey

Air humid, roads crowded.


When did I say

I won't come back

Who else is there for me

Where can I stray


I am so-

So in love with you

May we always be together

That's what I pray.


When did I say

I 'd never fight with you again

Loving or hurting

we are to share the pain


Sometimes it comes

as pangs of physical separation

Sometimes as

a difference of opinion


Or sometimes 

it's just a spat -

short span of 

shouting and crying


But tell my love

When did I say

My love for you is dead


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किचन और कविता

आन्धियों सी उड़ती 
बंद बरनियों में,
चेहरा देखकर
चमकती कड़छियों में,

बिंदी को बना कर
चकले - सी गोल या 
कार के पहियों- सी,

गुन्धे आटे के रंग से सजकर,
तवे- सा काला टीका लगा कर,
लाल-मिर्च के रंग सा -
सिंदूर लगाती हूँ। 

अलग अलग डिब्बों में
जिंदगी को जीकर,
काँच के गिलास-सा 
मान उठाती हूँ।

कढ़ाइयों से सीख लेती हूँ
आग में तप कर  भी न जलना।
गुस्सा जब तेल सा खौले,
अपना ही अभिमान  तल लेना।

फिर मुस्कान सजा कर
नए बर्तनों-सी खुद पर,
चल पड़ती हूँ-
बिंदी-सा गोल स्टियरिंग घुमाकर।

इंजन आवाज़ करता है
मन के झंजावात-सी ,
जैसे दाल  में छौंक लगा हो।

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