Monday, 27 July 2015

Pinning Moon

Oh! pinning moon
if I told about the shadows
will you be bothered
because always cut to a slice
most of my nights
you are present
like a daydream.
The day tide is lull
the only other companion
sometimes would be a skylark
by the jettison net holding
some ripples back,
too swallowed by a sea,
or too disguised to be me.
Will my tale be as wonderful
as the lighthouse shore
which shines yet still
its siren to the waves play
your song,
or the lost tunes
I must have silently hummed
only the weeping ocean
and anchored boats must
sail through.

Friday, 17 July 2015

Wandering Reformist - Haiku Sequence

Tale of a wandering reformist (Haiku Sequence)

tiger's prowess in midst
the black thunder calls
him to distant land

breath of a carnivorous
will ever a tribal dance
the same way

the infirmity
of a drop from the sky
too a drain

to love is
what he have always
known to be his

to die as one
the bearer of all sins,

Thursday, 9 July 2015

Rain Haiku Sequence

बारिश की बूंदे
टपकी एक एक कर
झड़ पड़ी

कह रही
जाती हुई शोख हवा
जा रही हूँ

मर्म दिल
बैठ खिड़की के पास
देखे अंबर बदलो का 

fell one by one
in the torrent

the passing breeze
it is passing

soft heart
sitting by a window
watches the sky of clouds

Monday, 6 July 2015


A small city,
how oft I pass by
this garden bench
pruning through the grass,
scatter of Kachnar and dewdrops
to the misty shores of far
where I fear the smoke
has risen,
I take all the waters of my lake
to extinguish it,
and return.
There is my peace
I might still have to
lung some air,
some grin of those greyheads
know me for
no reason
and a part of sky
where the breeze has
settled on the branches,
I the freedom bird now must rest.