Rubaru milenge...

ये क्या रोज़ रोज़ कीबोर्ड पर उंगलियाँ नचवाना...
मोबाईल के कीपेड पर
फेस्बुक के स्टेट्स मसेज में
गूगलटॉक के खाने में
जैसे कि ज़बान नही कीबोर्ड बातें करता हो
उंगलियों के टेरवो पर पूरी कायनात
तस्वीरों में दोस्तों को हस्ते देखो
खुशी और ग़म
निराशा और आशा
गुस्सा और पागलपन
जज़्बातों के भी सिम्बोल
ऐसा भी नही कि सब कुछ झूठा है,
लेकिन थोड़ा ज़्यादा हावी है,
हम पर
किसी नशे की तरह
एक जाल की तरह
बॉस बहुत हुआ
रूबरू मिलेंगे...

An Ode to my dear Fan

I sit on my bed with almost a dozens of books and thousands of other artifacts. I give up my on my writing a decent article for the upcoming issue of a summer edition magazine. A nearby wall spider watches me in attention as I flip disdainfully through the pages of one of my chronically erroneous articles. The humidity today in this part of the world making me realize that the human body consists of 70 % of water..(C'mon..Though many disagree, I am a human too). I have a sadistic look at my little dust-covered cornered table fan, which nearly smirks at me as I battle my thoughts like a little Crusader against the mighty gigantic heat(20 degrees celcius yes but warm and hot compared to what we usually have here! so yeah tahts heat!). Meanwhile, I wonder why this fan has three fins and what the fins may be talking within themselves about me. It has watched me in all my emotions, crying at times, cribbing at times, laughing over some old joke. It has watched me as I undertake my journey down the memory lane, as I bask in sunlight, watch the crisp flight of the eagle on a bright morning. It has watched me dreaming about that wonderful future that lies ahead, as I gaze at the half lit moon making its way among dimming stars. It has watched me as I fill myself with the cool breeze and hope it goes as far as I would wish it should. It has watched me as I exchange smiles with the sunflowers adorning the lawn ahead. It has been there when I do just close my eyes, hoping to find someone when I open it. It has seen those tears, those laughs which no one has ever and never will. It has been a witness of the constant surges of emotions, those spurts of energy which make me the unparalleled at times, those fleeting moments where I become just a spectator to my life which keeps heading on a freeway and destined for a sudden end.
'Dear fan. I never thought I would say this. But, I've never cared for you enough, never noticed how you are there all set up and ready for the moment I might need you, and I've never thanked you the way you deserve it. You are far away in that corner but you are still always there for me! I wish you read this someday. Anyways, words are poor conveyors, the heart knows itself.

The words that flutter from your mind...

I do not care what car you drive... where you live. If you know someone who knows someone who knows someone. If your clothes are this year's cutting edge. If your trust fund is unlimited. If your are A-list B-list or never heard of you list. I only care about the words that flutter from your mind. They are the only thing you truly own. The only thing I will remember you by. I will not fall in love with your bones and skin. I will not fall in love with the places you have been. I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind.

Yesterday evening

The storm has now mellowed. The cavalry of dark clouds smoothly floats over the distant mountain. A lull of serene silence lends a distinct touch to the atmosphere. A gentle blow of air touches my cheek. It is twilight. The rays of the tranquillized dignified sun struggle to make their way through the maze of clouds to reach the ground. The chirping of the birds suddenly dissipates in this forlorn silence. A circle of black smoke emancipates from a distant chimney. The water in the river seem to be backtracking to reach its source like a little toddler desperate to hug her mom who seems busy with work. I felt like racing with the river waters. The red banner on the church tower flutters gleefully greeting the dark clouds bid adieu. A piece of broken crockery is discovered by a bright coloured sand trotting tiny dog. A girl with her locks falling into her eyes gazes at the varied coloured eastern sky. She throws up her arms to reach and catch hold of the rainbow. An aroma of wet sand adds a tint of fragrance to the surroundings. A drizzle soon follows.
A piece of silk scarf gets strangulated midair in hideous branches of the maple tree. And then a train whistle breaks this natures' moment of romance. I believe the train needs to carry on with its journey. I wonder which destination is the train headed towards. Is destination the journey or journey the destination? And that reminded me of…

What is this life, if full of care.
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stare at a beauty's glance,
And watch how well her feet can dance;
No time to wait till her lips can,
Enrich the smile her eyes began ......

Suddenly then my eyes light up with a bright smile…a grin almost!
I look up onto the horizon.
A stroke of divine brush creates a spectacular rainbow.