Anant

kehte hain har shuruat ka ek ant hota hai
bas chaah to yehi ki ye shuruat anant ho

har zindagi se hoti hai uski maut judi hui
bas chaah to yehi ki maut anant ho

har sawal ka ek jawab hota hai
bas chaah to yehi ki jawab koi sawal na ho

kalpanayen bhi soch ke dayre mein reh jaati hain
bas chaah to yehi ki dayra anant ho

raatein kat jaati hain subah ke intezaar mein
bas chaah to yehi ki shaam anant ho

Big Brown Bottle

its a matter to wonder, to ponder about how it is done, why it is done till you have not done it urself...once u have realised the way it is done, the reason it is done, by that i mean u have done it yourself, and i mean with yourself, not any impulsive decision, it becomes very simple, u realise that truth and reason has always been in front of your eyes, always conspicuous and perspicuous. it was just a drape of your own thoughts, your own prejudices, your own inhibitions that were responsible to hide it from yourself. i dont know what i mean by yourself. its not obviously what u are, the way u identify and present urself, its rather different, something that i m unable to express, yet u might be able to feel, allow me to give it a name, the name being consciousness, with a very narrow sense attached to it, which i admit is unusual. but nevertheless ignorance is a bliss, an ignorant man is never limited by his knowledge, and his dreams usually take him far away to grant him the knowledge, the same knowledge which defines his boundary of imagination, creativity, his life in essence. This is all a result of a big brown bottle, please ignore it...

Life of a Sock

gazing into the world
mystified and mulled
peeking out from the shoe
painted earth and the sky blue

as soon as it comes into view
u tend to get a clue
always walking all through
always finding something new

always lives with a partner, never alone
will die together as they together were born
we respect that bond, to never leave one alone
one tears apart and the other is thrown

look from the top
and it is just a sock
wonder if a life it has got
or just a part of all the stock..

dur se haath mein patang liye ek bachhi ko dekha
kareeb aane par ek ma ki jo tasvir nazar aa rahi hai

ki mulakat hogi kisi din koi humsafar se raah mein
usi patang ke dor se judi ummedo mein jiye ja rahi hai

humsafar to mil gaya ek mod par ek din
hawa saath aisi aayi ki ab patang ko dur kahin liye ja rahi hai

hawa ke saath bahne ki to bahut koshish kar rahi hai wo patang
jis dor ko pakad kar udna chahti hai, wahi use peeche kheenche ja rahi hai

badlaav ki muskurahat chehre pe thami thami si aati hai kabhi ajkal
par beeti yaadon ke saaye mein aate hi palkon mein kahin chupe ja rahi hai

ki jo aasman chune ki aaj tak socha bhi nahi
aise aasmano ke badalon mein se gujarti ja rahi hai

jud jayegi patang kisi aur dor se bahut jaldi hi ek khule aasman mein
kyunki wahin ki hawa aaj mehfil mein mehndi ki khushbu la rahi hai