A Short Trip

i hadnt visited the place,
and it came to my mind,
at a very right time,
just when there was more need
than want
so i put my shoes and
kept on walking down the memory lane,
before i finished walking upto it

i climbed the little steps up,
before the drowning sun,
was taking its traces from the shimmery water surface,
and had turned biased orange and red,
i took a breath,
a little longer than usual.
i stood now still filling my eyes and mind,
with dust of roadway, water of the canal, the orange sky, the green trees.
Its Bhakra canal,
a simple and common place.

then i sat simply, at a spot,
and thought nothing,
there were small ripples over the tensed water,
brought by now and then swimming and flying ducks,
they were too involved in thier own,
and no one noticed me here,
as i put off slippers to slip into these wavy winds, blowing now,
l learnt my pocket vibrate,
it was whatsapp or facebook may be,
but i bothered, not more than a second,
here was life out of the screen and into the scene,
then now i clicked myself a photograph,
so that this memory fades slowly,
and because the camera gave up in the dim light for one more,
i started at thoughts again,
Muskaan was allready near the bitumen road,
i hopped downwards and joined her,
and waved my hand to a waving branch who i suspect was waving at me.

You must be kidding

last time we talked,
i was very happy,
due to you only,
then now,
i want to forget the last time,
due my sadness,
due to you only,
and this doubt on your honesty,
quietly whispers into my ears,
were you kidding?
you must be kidding
or polishing knives.

Disowned

i would not give much discomfort,
before i quietly make myself disowned,
i would quietly leave the house,
at night when cricket's cries are moaned,
i shall leave every belonging to this house,
including memories of a past that has been stoned,

i shall give a last glance back,
and let out a tear,
but before it wud wet the ground,
i will be on my track,
unreachabely far,
at some place unknown and black,
i would fit in there,
in an unnoticed, little crack.
which would never hurt me,
with nostalgic attacks.

Bhambiri

nikke nikke pairan te,
vaang bhambiri ghumi jaave,
kade aes than te kade os than,
ik than te chain na paave,
ik pal mere khayalan naal,
sair te tur jaave,
dujje hi pal mere dil de kareeb,
khushian da aashiana bnave.

mere parivaar di ik aas rehndi,
usdi muskaan do pal vikh jaave,
dhadkan andro sab di bekraar rehndi,
ke kado oho jaage, te hass ke vakhave,
ik muskan vich hazaran chalakiyan luko laendi,
par kise nu ki chalaki samj aave,
ohde hothan di nikki jehi harkat vich hi,
us pal di saari khubsurti simat jaave.

je narazgi pal lave,
fer aakadan de pahaad nu thalle laave,
masoom ji surat bna lave,
par sharartan ton na baaz aave,

rang bhare aam ji zindgian vich,
fulan vaang mehkave,
kyari de murjhaye butean nu,
roz apne pyaar da paani laave..

A bit too Far

Engines roared,
foot on the gas,
skidded and off to a journey,
this carefree mind,
not looking on any milestone or signboard,
careless and quick, not in a hurry though,
leaving behind forests and meadows,
daylights and starlights,
speeded on and on, totally carefree

bent on winding roads,
tempted to bend towards lusty
people, houses, cars, outlook,
it rammed rationalism under the wheels,
wheels never knew their cult,
untill they were cursed by the road,
under sheer dominance of this mind,
they'd never argue.

to this knowledgable mind,
this journey presented lessons,
this journey presented tests,
not very tough but,
very time bound,
ironically, it did not remember,
when had time come,
what all was it taking,

singing along the pulsating heartbeat,
which was high,
due the thrill of rushing air,
that made little vibrating echo,
in the chasey, steering and the seat.
it blundered to overlook,
a necessary turn in its way,
that had to be taken,
but was not allowed by the dawning adventure,
which promised more and more hence,
it easily gave up on trying to resist,
this not so truthful promise.

then when it entered an eerie reign,
of quiet air, not so fair,
flowers,
narrowing road and claustrophobic greenery,
new but unappealing birds,
all contributing to the svere lack,
in its joy,
that had carried it forth upto here.

then,
just inside that single moment,
of slipping wheels and shattering glass,
it recovered from lust,
and plunged into guilt,
swam out of guilt,
and got choked in sadness,
caught its breath,
and lost everything,
to this mind, was this life,
a happily sung lullaby,
slowly which fastened doors,
of its intelligence
and granted sleep forever.

Whirlpool - A day gone wrong

As the sun kickstarts the day,
the clock kiskstarts you,
loud noise of the morning alarm,
dimnished is the first view,
of a brand new challenge,
for the same old you.

leaving the nest, diving down the tree,
the bird opens up wings
and flies to be free,
expectation takes a very similar scene,
at this moment of glee.

Then rushes in, the wind, to give the first blow,
the weather report is on the table,
true colors start to show,
melancholy colors of the day,
will now raise your eyebrow.

then starts the aim practice,
the target is your patience,
random elements of a matrice,
will hit your determination,

with the start of the blame game,
your positivity will end,
with liting up of your anger flames,
your straight head will bend,
things dont fall into place,
time to recall the name of a friend,
wait, all of a sudden, all are very busy.

breathe out a sigh,
breathe in two more,
temperature is getting high,
its a 1-0 score,
endorphin pushes you to push harder,
willpower roars,
but tied togethor pair of shoelaces,
temperature higher sores.

not all seems well,
sadness, anxiety, knock the skull,
it vibrates like as if were a temple bell,
the vibrations are unbearable,
welcome headache,
oh what the hell!

by the afternoon, sun is scorching, wind is ravashing,
same sun, was so gentle a while ago,
you stand at a place, managing,
your balance,
you look down to find yourself travelling,
chaotically in a whirlpool,
that is engulfing you, that is galloping,
your soul, from below.

Annt (punjabi)

je is waqt,
akhri vaar saa aave,
je is waqt,
jaan sharir to muk jaave,

ki sitta kadoge ve loko,
je main na kise nu dis pavan,
kithe labboge v loko,
je ghor hanere vich kite luk javan,

is waqt, eh sawal bohot bemana lagda,
par kal da ki bharosa,
main jawab di bhaal vich,
na puchno v kiven katravan,

kaun honge oho log,
jo shayad kade yaad karange menu,
kis tarah main jaan pavanga,
ke ki ki main chadd gya adhoora,

apne ghar da ik khaali kamra,
kismat nu kosde maape,
kuch khushi mana rahe log,
ehna sab layi main kuch na kuch chadd javanga,

khushi gummi, sukh dukh de bhanne,
sab to chutkara hasil ho javega,
je hassan da karan nhi milna,
tan ghato ghat ron da dukh tan nhi stavega..

muthi cho fisaldi ret de vipreet,
raah vich pathar vaang theher javanga, je kadde lokwas vich auna hoya,
tan ik var zarur dasna lokon,
kis kis nu yaad avanga?

The Shell Theory

we live in a shell,
two different worlds inside and out,
one is a heaven while other is a hell,
one with us and other without,

what we think, dream, long and love stays inside,
what actually we are stays beside,
usually what we are, we cannot decide,
thats why "inside" a shell we reside,

this shell grows with us,
it grows with growth in thoughts,
it grows with interaction with other shells,
and covers a larger plot,
growth, where, is for good,
without which u cannot live,
its quite well understood,
with your size big and shell small, enough air it cannot give,

the shell has walls made of glass,
of translucent nature,
how u look the outside world,
decides the transparency of this curvature,
the glass is only your perspective,
of accepting what world throws at you,
only your thoughts decide what is blocked and what passes through,

this shell varies from ppl to ppl in size,
some are open enough to accomodate others,
while some' thoughts cannot rise,,
this shell has no limits set,
it grows upto the star in your sight,
if u can catch light from farthest,
then who knows what challenges u can fight,

at the ultimatum this shell will break,
and both the worlds would diffuse,
this may only be achieved by the brave,
who may the fears of modernity, refuse.
this will only be seen,
when our growth would acquire every dimension,
when the barriers to it would be removed from the scene,
and theoretical would proceed towards realization,

this explains our limit,
which lies close to infinity or "beyond",
if u can dream it,
then be ready to be free, from shell and so shall we go long...

Crackers

They be the fire,
to every belonging of mine,
they take my things,
and set them up in a line,
to add explosives of their emotions,
they gathered with time,
they then burn everything,
they set everything sublime,

I be a mere spectator,
before a beautiful scene,
of fire and light,
of red and green,
i stand shocked,
as the blank expression on my face,
i stand rocked,
at rest at my place.

These people are my greatest enemies,
they are my casualities,
on the pathway to destruction,
they are facilities,
they live on me,
and wait untill i mistake,
then they rise like flames,
and burn the property on stake.

From standing on feet,
to kneeling on knees,
and down to kiss the earth
they explode deafening crakers,
made out of my things,

Lady in dilemma

Stands on the verge of the cliff,
with the patience fragiled over time to fall for,
and the unconquerable love to stand by,
ever has she been faced with this dilemma,
that what does life has on offer tommorow?

She often plans a suicide,
when the love is stabbed repeatedly,
by no one but her own,
she plans a suicide then,
instantaneous impulse of anger makes her run towards the edge,
but she drinks in everything,
adding poison to the heart,
when all her interia is absorbed by the love again,
her feet are grounded by the love again,
to her misery, both the reasons of her happiness,
lie in alternative worlds, both separated,
one brings her too close to her passions, that it hurts,
one takes too far away to be happy,

She quitely observes the passage of time,
the rise of the sun and the fall of the dusk,
in the utter silence , she admires her child, 
regaining all his innocence tht he had lost screaming at her,
when he had lit himself into flames of anger,
burning love out of her,
she admits to this serene moment,
the compromise she does everyday.

its the dilemma of the lady,
to live for love or to die because of it,
to end worldly matters at once,
or end the pain for who matter the most,
she, on her way to a polite answer,
on her way to a confident decision,
keeps on dragging herself forth.

Coins and Bills

coins and bills are looked at with suspicion,
as if determinants of one's destiny and fate,
jealous hands have often driven,
themselves into the prison of greed and hate,
abiding by this belief,
money hides an evil in brief..

money aint any lust,
its neither even a drug,
that lulls noble persons,
and converts them into thugs,

money is the bridge over the deadly river,
a pathway to dreams,
sounds good to the believers,
and a dilemma to the mean,

its the value of his work,
and of the every other thing,
a man would ever desire,
to the point where thoughts retire,

the ability to attain, retain and consume,
of things thought and sought,
by simply giving the measure of times, the floor has to be broomed,

its not responsible, its still material,
rests at a place without moving,
untill the hands latch for it,
in the utter belief of insanity,
because there is still one penny less in the vanity,
of the needy who turned greedy...

Still Life

it does talk,
it speaks loudly, sometimes even screams,
its not only a collection of colours, its someone's dreams,
clicked at all those moments,
when the situation had demands of being preserved,
smiles, body, landscapes have been reserved,
into a motionless but not lifeless, memory that the sole purpose of remembrance, serves
records of those times, slowly fade away in mind,
just when it comes before sight,
so many things spill out of the still, yet so bright,
the smile widens and the eyeslids drop down a bit,
the whole incident's fragments, now find a place in the fit,
the faces deliberately bringing out a subtle expression, or posing like an animal gone wild,
"see its me, oh gawsh its me!!" now you are excited like a child,
seems amazing how have inanimate objects, came togethor and rendered emotions to the image file

Time kept illusions

how precious is the movement of the clock in these moments,
if I only say the truth, its chasing my pulse,
the world has been long forgotten,
in this lust and want of being near to you,
but as I speak, the needle is hurrying up,
while contemplating into your eyes,
it comes to such a stop, that I am unable to look away,
but I am pulled back by the needle again,

Then when I take your hand for no reason and rest it with mine,
there's no other pleasure defined by this love,
this love, pouring out and dissolving into the air,
yes, I can breathe it,
its foggy out here now, such dense feelings of compassion,
neither the clock is visible, nor the needle,
like they have accepted to merge in this fog,
I can only feel your hand,
smooth slippery seamless surface,
and I release myself to this feeling,
but with just a faint cling of the cuttlery,
I come back to me and sip down the last few ounces of grief,
before I put your image back into my wallet,
and lay restless untill dawn.

Caves are calling me

caves are calling me,
for this world is too loud,
I am inaudible to my self,
I need to talk to my sound,
which reverberates in the caves,
where it is only found,

in the turbulent flow of time,
currents hit you hard at your face,
when you need some grip,
they only increase their pace,
now when you are down is now when they scream,
slowly making u dumb, even in your dreams,
U shout out with all what you got,
and notice no noise at all,
is now the time when you consider hiding behind the wall,

don't worry and quietly hide,
there's no shor° inside,
is what caves say to me,
they tell me where to be,
talk of what u have not,
there's no one to stop,
listen your heart, beat the rhythm of your mind,
and then get amazed on what you find,
it was not that you are blind,
u were just tired of trying,

my cave my new home,
till my old one seems new again,
unlikely, it shelters me from my own people,
and lets me hear the voice of the drops of the rain,

Some where deep inside my brain,
a voice resonates,
similar to the song of the rain,
which brings happiness and makes me wet with it,
now, i can hear my every bit!

°shor = noise

Remembrance

hover tonight over the clouds,
which are showering my tears beneath,
in one life to call my own,
how have i found this strange weather,
thinking of what i lost,
amidst the cloudy ambience,
i am growing miser and miser,
recalling your words,
recalling what i heard,
and regretting the fact,
they came from your lips,

i also have instances of better times than now,
rainbow dipped days and dream dipped nights,
in the today's lonely sky,
when there were kites,
one end of the string tied to me and the other held by you,
swinging and flying in winds of love,
when my words understood you,
and you spoke my heart,
when we were keen for each other,
wherever, neither too much apart,
talking and falling deeper and deeply,
call it friendship, because its never affected and never would be,

become a stranger to me today,
deny my love for u,
but always keep a corner empty,
for everything happened between us,
and if u find reasons to come back,
i am standing at the corner, unmoved and desperate

Hurry

Hurry

the hurry to save time,
pushing along the queue,
jumping over the spine,
chaos in my view.

patience at target,
pointed at the eye of the fish,
every tick of the clock,
clutching the trigger tighter,
and when the bullet is released,
sanity sold at bargain,

no time to feel, no time to sense,
electronic emotions expressed,
with a touch on the screen,
smiles exchanged without really smiling,
costs rise in the share market,
of things which were free.

the sonority of metal coins,
defying and spinning respect for a toss,
let heads and tails decide your worth,
i am too busy to do it else wise,

technology , now multiplying on exponents,
everything controlled and organised to will,
Curiosity playing with the mind,
brains are better and sharper,
cutting through anything you like,
including heart, love , care and soul,
ironically, the world is on its toes,
but still everyone takes time to be wise enough,
and they say we are progressing,

asteroids, aliens, earthquakes, volcanoes , all can wait,
because world does not require an Apocalypse,
the world will fall on itself,
inhumanity will take the humans to an end before other things does.

Dont slip off the shore

don't slip off the shore..

world is far and wide,
stretching up to the shore,
beyond which lies a tide,
with many things to explore.

the shore and the sea,
separated, but together at the same time,
the sea where lives she,
and land, the home of mine.

the shore, the meeting place,
of four of us,
on the occasional days,
when weather brings lovely winds,
carrying the wavy waters beneath them,
to unite the long forbidden lovers.

I love the shore and what lies before,
The wet and dry sands,
in which stands a brown boat,
which carries me to the sea,
to meet her while i float.

On a lovely day when clouds hid the sun,
I walked barefoot on the shore, searching for fun,
lost in thoughts of some one,
then i sat nearby, my arms round my knees,
when came crashing on the sandy floor a wave from the sea,
the wave politely touching my feet,
like wanting to say something,
then quickly sliding back to the ocean's hands,
it wrote a phrase on the sand,
when i stood up to see,
it read, "Follow me",
no sense i required at that one moment,
i did what i read following the descendant,
I ,against my wish, my soul, my mind, kept moving into the deep sea,
a mystical power conquered me,
and i let free

Amazing it was when watery bubbles went up to the surface,
when i sighed like a young furnace,
amazing it was how i am alive, breathing u,
u move like a wave in my mind , in my heart , in my blood and whole the body through ,
it was the deep ocean of love into which i had drowned,
but to my will, not because i was bound,
bound to your essence, your aroma, your presence,

You the beautiful, the white pearl of the ocean,
whose radiance had stopped my heart's motion,
and let it beat the rythm which u defined,
for my life to be a life, u were assigned.....

As far as stars

sun has drowned behind the mountains,
water has started to slip from the fountains,
the sky turned yellow, orange, red, and dark,
on the never ending canvas,
black colour has been embarked,

stars from every corner have appeared,
making me moan, when we exchange stare,
reminding me of all those who were dear,
driving off hurriedly, whom i had seen standing at the rear,

just like stars they are far,
at an unreachable destination,
but their memory rests in my mind, as the stars shine,
somewhere in a deep corner of my imagination,
their words, their deeds, their look and their love,
everything remains preserved from the ravage of time,
among all the jewels, they hav become, the most precious treasures of mine,

evry now and then, my hand reaches my phone,
that a msg, a phone call, an email wud come,
carrying their name, cause m waiting here alone.
then, when i see nothing to mention,
i quitely look out from the window,
which steals my attention,

i believe but disapprove the fact,
that has arisen out of greed,
that those times would never come back,
when here i stand in my immediate need,
denied of love, warmth, care and satisfaction,
when nothing of those times remains in my hands,
i hav to content and drink my tears,
because life has other plans.

yes, there are new ones, not one but many,
but of those era, there arent any,
life cannot stop, so i am getting through,
keeping account of most of the things,
if u can listen, then quickly reply back,
all my friends, where are you?