8/23/10

Inception

11:44 AM


I should be a Poet,
I had thought that day...
What beautiful verse had I read,
I cannot remember...
Must have been William Wordsworth,
or was it Frost...
On a second thought I imagine,
It was She....

Blissful Night or some other tag,
I don't really recollect the phrases...
I only remember the rhythm,
music for the first time I read that day...
The cupids arrow had struck Gold,
Love at first sight....
"Words"
I was enthralled...

I had never experienced more pleasure,
in the plunge...
The ocean of words,
like a shimmering tiara,
in the afterglow of my newly found love...
Even the detestable cult of flattery,
finding innumerable synonyms in my dictionary...
Reflections in my memory suggest,
i wanted to describe my inspirer,
in the nascent verses of mine...

Am i trying to describe,
the birth of the poet in me...
or am I trying to hide,
the identity of she,
imprisoned in me....
I suddenly shudder....
These questions, 
that become my boundaries,
imaginations curbed,
Its only my words that break
the tethering ropes, 
my love, my words....

Was it you I was in love with,
Or was it your words...
The princess of conspiracy,
I decode the crypt, at last....

My stories I leave unfinished,
for reasons thus...
I'm yet not a poet,
I write random words...
Falling drops of paint on the canvas
They don't Yet create a pattern,
Just reflections,like a mirror......

-Ashk

8/19/10

Whisper Of Love

11:41 PM

I would rather ask, than judge
or shall i pray, not say
my options confused,
my thoughts consumed
Wish I could look into your eyes
for answers, I can't find,
for no reason, Just for smiles...

Standing face to face,
I'm transparent, not opaque
you look through me,
like a thin film of 
non-existent air,
at times...

Another time in the sand-watch;
You are my guiding light
my destined path,
The voice that echoes
the hand, that holds on
my dreams, my life...

Wish i could express 
without saying,
looking into your eyes;
Wish you could hold me
through my fears tonight...

Whisper in my ears 
those magical words
I care,I love
we'll stay this way...

Hold my hand,
need no promises be made
A silent vow,
That you'll kiss my heart
my soul will live in you
forever, till eternity...

-Ashk

8/15/10

इन्तहा की हद क्या है

3:22 PM

एक गुलाब को अपने होंठो की नमी पे सम्हालो,
पलकों को एक दूजे से मिला दो, 
सांसों को उसके खयालो में समां जाने दो...
अब उस पंखुड़ी को अपने से दूर करने की कोशिश करो,
पर आंख न खोलना,
होंठों लो एक दूजे से जुदा न करना,
सांसो की लए न बढ़ाना,
"वो लम्हा इन्तहा की हद है"

समंदर के किनारे बैठ के,
लहरों को पत्थर से टकराके भी गाते सुनो,
उस एक पल के लिए उसकी यादों को दूर जाने दो,
फिर जब वो लहर समंदर में कही खोने वाली हो,
उस लम्हा, उसका चेहरा आँखों में उतारो,
"वो पल इन्तहा की हद है"

एक शायर की शायरी पढो,
और फिर उसके शब्दों की गहराई उसी की जुबानी सुनो,
जिन शब्दों में उसकी रुदाली 
उसकी आँखों में झलक आये,
उन शब्दों में अपनी ज़िन्दगी के किसी पल को रख दो 
फिर उस पल की बेचैनी को जियो,
"ये इन्तहा की हद है"

किसी गवैये को वो गीत गाने को कहो,
जिससे वो अपने रूठे महबूब को मनाता हो,
फिर उस गीत में उन पंक्तियों में 
जहाँ उसने तारीफ की हो उनकी अदा की,
उस लम्हे में उनकी अदा को यद् करो,
"वो लम्हा इन्तहा की हद है"

एक सुबह सूरज के साथ उठो,
ठंडी हवा को सीने से लगाओ
खूब हसो, खूब खिलखिलाओ,
दिन भर हर किसी का दिल जीत जाओ,
और रात को इतना थक जाओ की जब सोने औ,
तो किसी ऐसे की चाहत पो,
जिसके सामने मुखौटा न लगाओ,
जब उसे न पाओ,
"वो आँखों की नमी इन्तहा की हद है"

बचपन का सबसे पसंदीदा खेल 
एक दिन बगीचे में बच्चो  के साथ खेल आओ,
कुछ पल की ख़ुशी उनसे हार के पाओ,
फिर जब ज़िन्दगी की दौड़ में शामिल हो तो,
इन पलों को यद् करो,
"वो यादें इन्तहा की हद है"

हर लम्हा किसी को यादों में बसाओ,
फिर एकदम से यादों से रुसवा हो जाओ,
जो तलब सीने में जागेगी 
फिर यादो में समाने की,
"वो इन्तहा की हद है"

मैं और क्या समझाउं इन्तहा की हद तुम्हे,
कभी किसी को अपना मान लो, 
उस अपने पे अपनी हर ख़ुशी कुर्बान कर दो,
फिर जब वो मुस्कुराये,
तो दूर से उसकी हसी को देखो,
पर पास न जा पाओ,
किसी से सची मोहब्बत कर जाओ,
"वो इबादत इन्तहा की हद है"

-Ashk  

8/12/10

The Sunday Newspaper Read.....

10:46 PM

He came home,
8 in the evening...
played basketball, 
shortest of the lot..
It was the same scene,
so obscene,
it had lately become a routine...

God give him strength,
before evil breaks into his head...

The man had a fluffy body,fat face
must have drunk beer,
till his stomach ached..
Bruises on his cheek,
a brawl in the bar maybe,
is what the boy conceived..

The hand that had fallen swiftly,
on his sight,
had a metal bar,
did he dare strike???
Full of terror,
She was huddled in that corner,
The single drop of blood on her split lip,
shone brightly across her face,
white in fear...

what fate!!!
The boy shouldn't have cared....

"My Jordan's back home,
give him some cookies,
Oh mother of his";
how quickly did she wipe her tears,
that beautiful smile he loved the most,
how much it hides,
he now realised...

She limbed across, 
the iron was hot,
He swore,
if the man had laughed...
As she brought her water,
he saw her eyes,
those tears that had dried....

He was full of rage,
evil had finally arrived....

Sunday morning newspaper read,
"12 year old shoots father"
who's guilty, 
you are the judge......

-Ashk

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