Smoke gets into the eyes

There was a betel wine that fondly and fiercely cuddled on to a yellow flower tree in my courtyard. They lived together, with each other, intertwined, for as long as I remember.

I will pluck the tender betel leaves for chewing pan, and my grandma will gently sweep the fallen yellow flowers from the courtyard everyday at dawn. The dying flowers huddled together in their final journey to the recycling pit. 

One fine day, grandma did not wake up, and in a month, we had lost her

One rainy day, not long after i saw last of my grandma, the yellow flower tree got uprooted. It died too, with the sweet betel vine.

Karma

The transience of my being
Is in contradiction with the permanence
Of this journey.

I shall come back again
And again
Forever

Until I get to travel
Once
With you besides me.

एक पतंग थी हमने भी उड़ाई

एक पतंग थी हमने भी उड़ाई
सिर्फ तुम्हारे रंगों वाली.
लट लगाती
गोते खाती
लहराती झूमती
खुले आसमानों को चूमती।

एक पतंग थी हमने भी उड़ाई
सिर्फ तुम्हारे रंगों वाली
बड़ी प्यारी, बड़ी दुलारी
आसमान में, सबपे भारी।

डोर न था वो मांझे वाली
न कटती, न काटने वाली
शाम न थी वो आंधी वाली
फ़िज़ा सी थी वो भीनी भीनी।

फिर कटी क्यों मेरी पतंग प्यारी
जा लिपटी किस झोंके पे वारी

इक गुडबाय तक न वो हमसे बोली
और छोड़ गयी हाथों से लिपटी
ढेर सारे दिल के धागे टूटे
और एक लटाई
जो अब है हम पे भारी।

The Living Well

Don't draw from me,  without leaving behind a bit of you in me. I am not eternal. I would wither away, with each day of your neglect.

I Don't Miss You

No
I don't miss you like the morning dew
I don't miss you
Like leaves from Spring
In midst of Autumn's desolation
No, I don't miss you
I don't miss you
Like an umbrella loaned
And never returned.
I don't miss you.

I don't miss you
Like a favorite pen misplaced
Or the old house
In a new place.

Life goes on
Some bit of longing
Helps hope survive.

That Small Blip

You swarmed my being
Like a locust cloud
Invading
Fields in full bloom

I was just another small blip
In your radar of life.

The Dark of the Night

You would not have walked with me Had the nights been not so scary And your nightmares All so real for you. I would not have held your hands...