An Ode(To the Unknown)

This shady coconut grove,

Offers a revelation of sorts,

A safety net, this protective alcove,

Coalesce on parchment, inky blots,

Of pride, Of pity, Of admiration,

An inimitable, improbable cocktail,

Begins a new kind of titillation,

On this vast ocean sets sail,

Not a yacht, but a sturdy boat,

Of doubt, of seething, persisting pain,

I imagine a sneer, a colossal gloat,

Personified, the hope in the waters slain,

Where indeed does the Sun rise?

Is the scintillation just a ball of gas?

These questions in my mind arise,

The illusions of immortal beings crash,

To upset my being, a loud crack,

Brings out of a trance, my weary mind,

With the lethargy of an infinite mass black,

I return to this spasmodic bind.

Spilt Milk

Spilt milk,

The epitome of all that's lost,

From my grasp unwittingly,

Fell a pail,

On the unforgiving floor,

Leaves me shattered and blank,

Comes in,

From the kitchen door a cat,

Laps up the milk and the pervading gloom.

ख़ौफ़

जाने क्या तराना ये दिल मेरा,

अपनाने मे तुला है,

नाज़ुक डोर से लटकती उम्मीद,

मे ख़ौफ़ घुला है |

जैसे पानी मे खून की एकलौती बूंद,

से झलकती लाल,

टपकती मुझसे आँसू आज,

ये दुखभरी माहौल,

मे न मैं जी पाऊँ,

न जान दे पाऊँ ||