Sometimes

In deepest corner of my heart,

I feel a longing,

Unending, flickering all the time,

Sometimes a book, few fine words in it,

Touch deepest of my heart,

Quenching and burning desires,

Sometimes a beautiful memory,

I re-live, in my imagination,

Memories of happiness and sadness,

Memories that stayed, as reservoirs of reference,

In despair or happiness alike,

Sometimes a beautiful movie,

That re-plays things i experienced,

Or things that I wished to experience,

Swells within me, a surge of emotions,

Bringing few moments of release, in routine of entrapment,

Sometimes I simply think of You,

Your imperfections,

That brings forth litany of grievances, 

And Your smile,

Which settles them,

Sometimes in farthest of my imagination,

A world of timelessness floats,

At times still, at times moving,

Pictured in white and blue,

Between a sea and a mountain,

With untethered me and You,

Times of these 'sometimes',

Are treasures i store,

In my words, in my songs,

In my seas, in my shores,

Sometimes.....

Reflections

In my reflections,

Across the mirror,

That I often imagine in mind,

While auditing actions in my life,

I have these strange diversions,

A fleeting happiness,

That touches and goes,

Summoning pleasures hitherto unknown,

A fleeting scare,

Of losing it to Universe,

All this amid a permanence, called

The equanimity of rest of life,

There are moments when I think,

Why did you come? Or 

How could it happen?

Then

Moments when I wish,

It was all a dream,

Moments come and go like a tidal wave,

Rising within or subsiding without,

Till we meet,

And melt into each other,

Leaving behind all darkness and doubts,

You and I wither, 

Maybe it will be a great love,

Or the greatest sorrow of this life,

But this I am certain,

These are moments I was living for,

Hoping in my hopes,

Dreaming in my dreams,

For something as beautiful and pure as morning dew,

You....

Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder,

Will I always talk of you in riddles,

And you of me,

Or we will someday hold each other,

For all to see, beauty of our love,

Whether this love is of moments,

Or years,

Or lifetime, 

Or lifetimes,

I wish you were always there,

With me, around me,

To be looked at, 

Held, hugged, kissed,

In my arms, or missed,

To be read like a book,

Or written like a poem,

Touched like the water,

Within and without,

Or smelt like the air,

That's everywhere,

In it, around it and in it, 

I want my eternity,

You seeping in me,

I seeping in you...

कविता

 जड़ में कोई जीवित है तो कविता,

इसमें लिखे शब्द,

जीवन और अजीवन के फ़र्क़ को,

सूक्ष्मता से नकारते हैं,

जैसे जीवित होने के लिए सदैव तैयार,

मगर अन्यथा अजीवित, 

कई दिनों तक पुस्तकों के बीच,

अवेग, स्थिर, अंतरित, 

फिर पाठक के मिलते ही,

सजग, कोमल और जीवित, 

कुछ शब्दों से एक दृश्य बन जाता है,

कई दृश्यों से एक वाक्य, 

कई वाक्यों से एक कहानी,

जो स्पर्श कर जाती है, कभी,

जो अंतरंग हो जाती है कभी, 

बनके मन का स्तंभ, 

कभी ख़ुशबू प्रियतमा की,

कभी आलिंगन, 

कभी अंतर्मन का गहरी कामना को जीवन दे देती है कविता, 

पर कभी पाठक और लेखन के मध्य का गुप्त मिलन,

ज़ाहिर नहीं होने देती है कविता..