उम्र का नशा

मुझे उम्र का नशा हुआ है
की कुछ याद नहीं रहता अब
बिन पिए कदम डगमगाते हैं
बच्चो से कुछ मांगना हो
तो ज़बान लड़खड़ाती है

मुझे उम्र का नशा हुआ है

इसी उम्र के नशे में कभी
मैं कुछ अपने भिगो आया था
नई ख्वाहिशों की होड़ में
पुराने हाथ छुड़ा कर भागा था

अब घर जाओ तो लोग
बड़ी लानत से तकते हैं

मुझे उम्र का नशा हुआ है

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I sing an old song…

I walk by the streets
I sing an old song
there are some merchants
who hawk their stories
some old, some freshly baked

I fall for this one
the one with mountains and rivers
there’s freshly stoked tea somewhere
the lump of ginger, I feel it in my throat
There’s a tea stall on the other side
the one where people brew their dreams

An old man pours a story
the chai wallah flavors it
I sip a few words,
I try to gulp some down

My story seems incomplete
I add some more lies, sugar coated
they blend well, the stories
but some words fall down
unknowingly, or knowingly perhaps
in my cup of tea

I call for another one
some more storms steamed in
my half-empty cup
my half-filled stories
I crush, and swing them around

As I start again,
I walk by the streets
I sing an old song.

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तेरी आँखों में दिखता है
मुझे अक्स अपना
किसी खामोश सागर सा
बैठा है किनारे पे

ये जो सुरमा लगा है
उस मैं कैद है काफ़िर इक
कभी आंसुओं से सूख जाता है
और कभी यादों में भीग जाता है

रातों में जो कभी देखूं
तो इक रौशनी दिखाई देती है
इन आँखों ने ही तो जैसे
सूरज को वो चमक उधार दी है

पलकों की खिड़की से
जब भी झांकता हूँ बाहिर
दिखती है मुझको अपनी
इक तस्वीर पुरानी, मैली सी

इस तस्वीर में ज़िंदा हूँ मैं
और ज़िंदा है इस अक्स की कहानी
कुछ उसकी ज़ुबानी
कुछ मेरी ज़ुबानी

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When the vast sky says hello to the enormous ocean
It’s just the breeze I hear among the roars

A half-dressed sun hides beneath the clouds
I try to dress it with a half-naked orange moon

This evening seems to have lost its sheen
And the night seduces the stars into illusion


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The sun-baked hopes seem to wither
I wash their face with a new song

I look up, and then down as the silence caresses me
I hear a good-bye, my shadow moves away

It’s just me and the night, as we sleep hand in hand
a cushion of the half-naked orange moon, and a blanket of dreams

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It’s Just!

It’s just I wanted to think,
Just like, I never write
It’s just that sky is so dull,
Or else the sun is too bright

It’s just I wanted to scream,
I want to start a new fight
It’s just I’m always wrong,
You think you’re always right

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Image Credits: Sumner Crenshaw

 It’s just that day never ends,
Maybe he’s late for the night
It’s just that love is so blind,
It’s never out of the sight

It’s just that white is so black,
It makes the black so white,
It’s just my thoughts are so loose,
Like broken strings of a kite

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Some Words

The trees want to whisper,
and leaves dance in the isles
The breeze trickles them
It seems they are all drunk

The road’s too long,
and the journey unknown
A gang of clouds kidnap the sun,
I’m not sure who’s the one

The moments gather here,
all of them
They hymn a lullaby,
a newborn moment falls asleep

What lyrics they were,
i don’t know
A haphazard song,
the one with me and you in it

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Image Credits: fineartamerica.com

The smell of dew,
still afresh
The mist of hopes,
thickened with expectations

This road seems to go nowhere,
the dreams chose to stay still
Aimless i wander,
in this world so unknown

I live by this moment,
of peace and serenity
A tear in my eye,
the taste of which is sweet

The sun pays its ransom,
the clouds let it free
Some words that i write
some words that i breathe

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