चंद मिनटों में 

चंद मिनटों में ही, बिखर गया सब कुछ, हर वो लम्हा जो समेटा था, उन धुंदली तस्वीरों में। हर वो ख़्वाब जो पिरोये थे, इन आँखों की पतली डोर पर। वो मासूमियत थी जो आँसुओ में, वो बचपना था जो मुस्कान में। सब खो सा गया कही, छूट गया पीछे इस दौर में। भागता हुआ, […]

A dream I had

In this one dream I had, All I can see is A vivid blue sky, The canopy of clouds, Soothing my warm heart. An endless road, Calling me to the horizon. To glance down on my past. To talk over the circumstances, That led me this far from home. In search of that something, I’ve […]

Stories

We all are stories in the end. With a message, Worth living by. Unfolding perplexities, With every character. Flipping pages of the travel journal, Smiling adventures, Screaming life. Or the bookmark in your dairy, Sobbing nights, Tearful days. The road trip in the mountains, The wardrobe full of shades of grey. The family evening and […]

आज फिर खोना चाहता हूँ।

आज फिर खोना चाहता हूँ, हर वो जज़्बात, जो कैद है उन रंगीन पन्नो में। अल्फाज़ो के लिबास में, उदास है उस छोटी मुस्कान में। हर वो ख़्वाब, जो लाचार है उन रातो में। नींद से दूर निगाहों में, टखनों के बल भागती उड़ान में। आज फिर भागना चाहता हूँ। हर उस सच्चाई से दूर, […]

A dream of mountains

Let’s dream of mountains, With peaks reaching for the sky. Spreading arms open, Across the valleys so deep. The sunlight peeping through, The small twigs and trees. Cold and calm, breeze brushing of, The past which was haunting you. Standing at the cliff, With valley of death lying a step beneath, And the sky of […]

Outside that door

Outside that door, The door you have kept shut, Forever. Lies many adventures, To set your soul free. Lies many places, Wishing to be explored. Lies some beautiful music, To tap your feet on. Lies some blank pages, To write your heart on. Why be sad then, Why lock your heart in a cage. Let […]

Poetry which smiles.

To the Sorrow, My words breathe, To the pain, My rhymes speak. Hope, is something which is missing, Poetry with thin bright side, Poetry which smiles after every sentence, After every word. Maybe someday, I’ll write, A poem with the smile.