नज़ारे

देख भले तू नज़ारे,

पर करना न खुद के प्यारे।

बोते हैं जो उम्मीद के बीज,

न चलते बिन सहारे।।

The Sapling

Happy like you, once I was,

Fluttered with the breeze, my heart,

Like your leaves, I let it pass,

The ocean between, my fingers apart,

My hope, the large water-body,

Dried up, unlike perennial rivers,

Which equally nurture, pallid or lardy,

More like the mid-day autumn shivers,

Nullifies life, the comforting verdure,

Strewn across the brown, stolid earth,

A highly tensile sheath of leather,

Unnerved by either death or birth,

The evil in me, it behooves to fathom,

My spring will come, with thy autumn!

The Grinch

Gleaming and screaming aloud the green,

The hide, the exterior, the spoilsport grinch,

Held in his heart, this image unclean,

Of a drab, dull world that makes me flinch!

The grouch, it pained him to watch,

Festivity and hope in the neighbouring town,

Impatient, and a cruel plan to hatch,

Clicks his tongue, this thieving clown!

Deep in us, lives this cunning beast,

Deep in slumber, he threatens to wake,

Sonorous cry, his intentions in the least,

Ducks and drakes of our dreams to make!

A Eulogy(Lies Beneath)

Ah! What lies beneath the tomb,

The sepulchre of the celebrated monk,

Curled up, An embryo in the womb,

Feeds not, Feeds on, an umblical cord,

The remains of a neck, a loosened noose,

Pleased him did the clang of metals,

Or fine damsels enrobed in petals,

Rose petals or the thorns adored,

The crown on the celebrated crown,

A virtuous monk or a deceiving clown,

A deceitful monk or a lovable clown,

An innocuous riddle or a blatant blame,

A blatant blot or a jestful game,

We're left to wonder, This inane prank,

Soporofic or profound, A simpleton or a savant?

Life.

Life, As its shady, imperial self,

Throws at me a mean die,

A gritted smile through unjust teeth,

And a gaze that doesn't lie!