Friends

sacchai hum aur kabhi
jee lenge kabhi aur sahi
pahar ke ganje shikhron pe
anjaan ladkiyon ke siskiyon se
dhoop se tapte pattaron pe
hum ishque ki chadar...., khair
phir aur kabhi, phir aur sahi.

Jante toh hai hum sab magar,
Chahata hai yeh dil kuch aur dagar
Alas (अलस) bhari angraiyon mein
Dard ki aah pahechanti hai nazar
Karna toh hai bohut kuch..... , kahir
Phir aur kabhi, phir aur sahi.

Charas ke kale dhuyen mei,
Ya need se bhaari palkon ne
Dard se bhara lota daba diya
Abb titliyon ka peecha kare kyon?
Jab kal aur kal ka wasta tut gaya
Par hum sapna dekhna...... khair
Phir aur kabhi, phir aur sahi

Wo dekh kabutar chup gaya
Table ke neeche dubpak gaya
Hum karke bhird (भीड़) chale usko bachane
Jo khud se hi woh dar gaya
sacchai hum aur kabhi
jee lenge kabhi aur sahi

Music

It was not any of these days. Or was it yesterday or is it just a memory of a neverday. I opened my eyes, it was dark inside and outside didn’t exist. The neatly rolled joints were placed on the window. The window led to another dark room where slept a guy whose name I still do not know or rather I should say I know him by many names. It was winters but all I remember now is the warmth. We were atleast five sleeping on the bed with one quilt to share. I didn’t belong there but I guess they knew I do not belong anywhere. Each one of them made sure I was always covered; had my share of the quilt, the share which was not mine.

Then the guy with the car came. He brought bright day light from the open door. We let love birds fly in the room. We left the cage door open. They thought they were free as we think we are free. We drove through the green fields. More smoke came out the windows than the car’s back side. It wasn’t strange because strange was nothing and everything at the same time. We saw black buck, peacocks, a hermit who knew the present he took us to this guy whose car was struck in the field. The poet got mud on his face trying to help. I think people who are good with words and have equally good heart should not get into the ring. Damn we all will be shot indiscriminately.... Now fuck that.

There is music everywhere but only he who is an artist recognises that. We made noise and to some not even in a funny way but then they let us any ways.

Wisdom 2

You hear the sound of an ant’s heart beat. I do not understand our need of loud speakers to call your name...

Wisdom

Inaction sometimes disguises itself as wisdom.... learn to distinguish....

My Religion

Kaisa pagal man hai mera, Gurudwara jake sikh banne ka man karta hai, Majido aur dargaoh mein islam apnane ka zid karta hai, Church mein Jisu ki gun gata hai aur mandiro mein nirgun-sahgun mere mehi leen ho jata hai...

Me and the world

In the process of forgiving myself I forgave the world....

In the process of justifying myself I held the world as criminal...

The Origin of Love

Few years back I was down and sad. I was feeling hopelessly unwanted... I was sitting inside and outside it was raining... There was a wire to hang cloths just outside my room. The rain droplets were queuing up to fall to the ground from that wire.... and one by one they kept falling and another kept replacing them... one of the droplet refuse to fall for some time. What made the droplet stick to the wire for so long? ‘What’ is it that is stopping the droplet from falling to the ground? Surface tension..? said my logical mind. I went out in the rain to inspect more closely and slowly ‘what’ changed to ‘why’. Why the droplet was clinging to the wire or why the wire is not letting it go. The question ‘Why’ was neither logical nor rational but somehow was making more sense to me. I looked closer. I looked at the droplet and then through the droplet. The world through the droplet looked completely different shapes sizes and even colour... and then the droplet fell and disappeared in the ground. I looked up I saw millions such droplets falling from the sky, we call it rain.  I realised, the droplet was clinging to the wire for me.  The rain was falling for me.  The clouds will soon give way to the bright sun and that too for me. I inhaled and felt the air fill up my lungs... The thing which I have been doing since I was born, breathing ... The action that I take completely for granted made more sense to me.... I felt loved... I realised I am loved....

With this came another realisation... but by this time I knew how to deal with it or at least to live with it.