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Saturday, July 24, 2010

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 मैं जी पाऊँ,
जान दे पाऊँ ||