एक मुट्ठी आसमान

छोटे छोटे टुकडों में बँटा हुआ है,ऐसा लगता है जैसे कटा हुआ है,लंबी लंबी ईमारतों के बीच में,एक मुट्ठी आसमान ही मिला हुआ है। ऊँची उडान भरते देखा नहीं,सदियों से किसी पंछी को,बस पार करते देखा है,एक छोर से दूसरे तक,अपने आसमान के टुकडे को। बादलों का काफिला भी,निकलता है थक थक के,मेरे टुकडे में कभी कभार,नज़र आता है ठहरा हुआ,और फिर चल देता है रुक रुक के। सूरज की क्या बात कहूँ,बस झलक ही दिखलाता है,दिन का एक ही पल है,जो नाम मेरे कर के,आँखों से ओझिल हो जाता है। छोटे छोटे टुकडों में बँटा हुआ है,ऐसा लगता है

Mrigtrishna

Jaane kyon man vichalit hai,Kyon vicharon ka ufan aata hai,Jab shant hai vatavaran saara,Toh kyon man mein tufan aata hai? Ek ladi si lag jaati hai khayaalon ki,Jinka na aapas mein naata hai,Samajhne ka karoon kitna bhi prayaas,Kintu samajh mein kuch na aata hai. Mrigtrishna si tadap hai ab,Yeh baat kyonki jaanti hoon,Who saare uttar bhi toh mere hi paas hain,Jinke peeche anaayas hi bhaagti hoon…

Happy New Year…

An update is due, I know…. theres been a lot of work and planning of a short vacation going on… Hence the delay. A lot of ideas and posts are buzzing in my head and I’ll put them up as soon as I’ve written them out. In the meantime, here is a small year ending thought, elongated in another poem (yeah, I’m on a spree!!!! ) I opened the closet The skeletons tumbled out Long hidden but, I’d to face them no doubt. Looked up at each one Full of dread All my fears and sorrows The terrible words I’d

The Sun in her palm…

I saw this picture on Akshaya’s blog and absolutely fell in love with it. This little verse is inspired from the picture…  Its the crimson evening calm And she holds the sun in her palm… Up in the hills its evening too soon The glowing red ball will change to a silky moon But there’s still a while for the moonlight white For another moment I behold the sight Its the crimson evening calm And she holds the sun in her palm “How it goes from pink to yellow Blazing down and then once more mellow Those are the changes

The foodie says…

I have this thing for silly little rhymes, specially the ones I compose! 🙂 If you can’t understand what i’m talking about, read this…. or better still, sing it to the tune of ‘My favourite things’ the famous song from Sounds of music. Flambe that dances on brown roasted chicken, Curries that that bubble when they boil and thicken, Icy blue mocktails with spriglets of mints, These are a few of my favourite things. Dollops of icecreams stacked in a bowl, Juicy Kebaabs laid on a bed of hot coals, Jumbo grill sandwich with no onion rings, These are a