A Wine Glass

Its my red soul you know

which has been kissed my many

and it will be like this

for one more eternity

I'll get older and wise

i am called the heaven's angel

taking them to the hell's doors

All I want is my red wine

to be mixed with a tear of yours

The red color might slowly disappear

The kisses on my body of glass

will fade away

its just one tear away

aaj toh sunday hai na..

kya hua agar 

pyaar thoda zyada kar liya

kya hua agar

zarurat se tumhe kuch zyada chu lia

aaj toh sunday hai na

dhoodh ki jagah pyaar pilayenge

wo bhi ubaal ubaal kar tumhe chadhayenge

kya hua agar

narazagi  mein shikhayatein ghol di

kya hua agar

yuhi do chaar baatein thodi teekhi boldi

aaj toh sunday hai na

baaton ko mirchi banake jalayenge

fir upar se maafi ki mithas chakhayenge

kya hua agar

sach ke saath thoda jhooth bhi bol dia

kya hua agar

besabar hoke thoda gussa bhi kar dia

aaj toh sunday hai na

sachi jhoothi baatein dono saath parosenge

farak pehechanne ki poori chhot tumhe denge

kya hua agar

aaj khud ko thoda zyada sanwaar lia

kya hua agar

baalo ko do baar dho lia

aaj toh sunday hai na

itminaan se sajke tumhse duur rahenge

bas tumhari aankho mein khatkenge

kya hua agar

tumhare dost ko darwaze se hi bhaga dia

kya hua agar

agli baar khatkhatane par darwaza hi nahi khola

aaj toh sunday hai na

darwaze ko andar se taala lagake

tumhe apne aabroo mein band karenge

kya hua agar

bahut paas tumhare baith liye

kya hua agar

ghoor ghoor ke mann bharte chale gaye

aaj toh sunday hai na

nazro se khoob khel khelenge

ankahi adhoori baatein sabki guftagoo karenge

kya hua agar

mann ke chilmann ne bhagwaan tumhe maan lia

kya hua agar

tumhari chaukhat ko maathe se laga lia

aaj toh sunday hai na

ek din toh mitti ki murat ko bhulane do

mandir ke bhagwan ko chutti dekar aai hu

kya hua agar

nakhre aaj thode zyada kar liya

kya hua agar

tumhara haath thaamke raat ko paidal thoda zyada chal liye

aaj toh sunday tha na

agle sunday tak tumhe bechain karke jayenge

kuch samaan nahi

bas yaadein idhar udhar rakhke jayenge

bataurte rehna

ab agle sunday ka intzaar karte rehna

ठंडे पाओं

बारिश के पानी में
फिर ना जाने क्यू
हाथ गरम और
पाओं ठंडे पड़ गये
सोचा फिर कोई नया खेल चला है तुम्हारा
ठंडा गरम, गरम ठंडा
मुड़के देखा पीछे तो कोई था नही
बस कुछ पेरो के निशान
कुछ नरम सी आहटे
दो चार और थोड़ी बातें
बेवफाह तुम नही
पर यादें हैं तुम्हारी
मनचाही अपने मन की करती हैं
जब मन करता है आ जाती हैं
यूही उठकर चली जाती हैं
गढ़ी की टिक टिक
या बारिश की टिप टिप
दोनो तुम्हारे नाम हैं
फिर सीधे पाओं चली
देखा एक धुंधली सी आस है आगे कोई
आँखो का कोहरा है
या मन का विश्वास है
आगे चलने लगी तो पाया
पाओं फिर ठंडे पड़े और हाथ गरम
झूठ कहा था नही आ रहे
अब तो तुम्हारे झूठ सच से ज़्यादा मीठे लगने लगे हैं
खुश्बुओं से कितने महेकाओगे आशियाने को
अछा अब बस भी करो
ये बारिश भी तुम्हारी साजिश है ना
अब बस भी करो
और उस आस ने हाथ थाम लिया
फिर पाओं ठंडे पड़े और हाथ गरम
लेकिन इस बार बारिश को नही कोसा
क्यूंकी अब वजह थे तुम

कुछ समान

कल तुमने कुछ समान माँगा था अपना
आज मैं माँग रही हू
इतना हक़ तो है ना?
हो सके तो लौटा देना


उस रत बिखरा हुआ काजल
तुम्हारे कमीज़ से मला था

वो कमीज़ रख लो
हो सके
तो वो काजल के धब्बे लौटा देना


एक हरा कुर्ता बड़े प्यार से दिया था तुम्हे
जो दरवाज़े की कुण्डी में आकर
फट गया था कौने से
याद है, सीला था मैने उसे
उसी से मिलते झुलते हरे रंग के धागे से
वो कुर्ता रख लो
हो सके
तो वो हरा धागा लौटा देना


पिछली बरसातो में
तुम्हारे ही तौलिए से
सिर सुखाया था मैने अपना
कुछ बाल टूटकर ज़मीन पर गिरे थे
वो तौलिया रख लो
हो सके
तो वो टूटे बाल लौटा देना


कल तुमने कुछ समान माँगा था अपने
आज मैं माँग रही हू
इतना हक़ तो है ना
हो सकते तो लौटा देना

adhoori baatein...

suno, kuch baatein adhoori rehne do

mann bhara rehta hai

takalluf se sochne do

baarish ki boondo ko ginne do

harr boond mein samai tumhare yaado ko

sulagne do

kuch baatein adhoori rehne do

aayine mein khud ko tumhare liye

niharne do

bikhre mann ko aur bikharne do

dil hi dil mein muskuraane do

bechaini mein tadapne do

kuch baatein adhoori rehne do

shabdo ko piroh nahi rahi

aashao ko bataur nahi rahi

sambhalna nahi chahti

girne do.. fisalne do

kuch baatein adhoori rehne do

intzaar mein kiske

khidki par baithi hu kal se

kiske pasandeeda rang se 

khud ko sanwara hai

kyu kisi ke liye 

gam bhi cheeni sa chakh liya

taareekhein aakhir kiske liye gin rahi hu

ye sab chodo

kuch baatein adhoori rehne do

This is a special, very special dedication to PACH. Mainly cos we all keep waiting for the next session and the waiting is always worth. Yes, I have said it many times but I dont mind saying it again- PACH is the best gift I have ever received. 

Picture Courtesy- Hardik Photography

Too much PACH!?

Yesterday was a bad day. Bad as in.. really bad day. Bad like tiring, head-eating, weird, disheartening,  'I give up'- kind of day.
I revise my day at night. The pictures of day spent passes my head by. I like doing it. Its important to remember, to embrace, to cherish, to improvise... to endure.
Yesterday's picture .... sucked. Literally. Its just hard to sleep with a sad face. Its one things that advances the very next brimming morning. I switched my head. No, not off. I switched it to a happy place. To a place called PACH.
I cant summarize Pach as Poetry and Cheap Humor group. It'll be an insult to keep it framed in four terms when half of your present world's happiness is subsiding in it. Actually, more than half. Sometimes, its the only happiness if life right now existing in real world. Pach took so much from my being. A little hesitant in the beginning, but I saw Pach just asking me to let go. I finally did. It gave me back a thousand times fold than what I gave.
Of course, I grabbed it all.
Its the rainbow- right after a heavy storm.
Its a tree- spreads & grows.
Its the north star- always sticks in blue-black blanket on head; to guide.
Its the family- supports & respects.
Its the friend- just doesn't judge.
Its a child- knows no bounds.
Its a flower- blooms all seasons.
Its a coffee mug- it understands.
Its Sun- looks breathtaking both coming & going.

Pach has taught me epiphany, to utter sense; it just doesn't interpret- only acknowledges.

Last night, I slept with a smile on my face. Thanks Pach! 

It listens; calmly, patiently.
It gives wings to fly.
It stays; time immemorial, it just does.
Its sticks, it embraces, it gives Love.









My special thanks to Saumya di and Anup bhaiya, for giving me the best gift of life- till date.

Photo Credits- Hardik Photography