Monday, November 11, 2013

कलियुग

यमराज हूँ , यमदूत हूँ 
मैं मृत्यु का संचार हूँ
कलियुग की बलिवेदी हूँ मैं
मैं कल्कि का अवतार हूँ

मैं प्रेत हूँ, मैं शाप हूँ
मैं काल हूँ, मैं पाप हूँ
श्मशान की मैं राख हूँ
इस युग का मैं अभिशाप हूँ

मंथन से निकला विष हूँ मैं
सागर का उठता ज्वार हूँ
मैं अग्नि का आकार हूँ
इस सृष्टि का संहार हूँ

इन्द्र डर से झुक पड़े
ऐसा निडर भोकाल हूँ
मैं कंस हूँ, विकराल हूँ
मैं सर्व हूँ, मैं काल हूँ 

मैं क्रूर हूँ, अपवित्र हूँ
मैं एक ध्वंसक नृत्य हूँ
मैं ही नरक की श्वास हूँ
मैं ही मरण का कृत्य हूँ. 

Friday, September 10, 2010

Right

I am a lost voice
in a land of billion more
unheard,unsung,unworthy i be
still i speak.

I am a lost soul
in a random mortal form
bemused,perused,confused i be
still i exist.

I am a lost poet
in search of an ideal world
biased, stigmatized, jeopardized existence i see
still i write!

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Destined( the antithesis)

perched atop the fog bitten birch,
elegy sung by desolate larks remind;
stormy breeze and frosty weather
hope and soul depart together,
just snowy feathers  left behind.

no sun, no moon, no ray of light
no soothing wind,no ornate smile
no branch is green,no spring in sight
just flickering life on cusp of blight
just this winter,cold and vile

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Last Rustle...

wind sings slowly
full of melancholy
bewitched,
dry leaves follow me,
into oblivion.

A silly evening

birds sit on the electric wire
as it swings
to the flutters of their restless wings
to some (now) well known rhythm.

the clouds laze around,
inheriting the stillness of my mind.
occupy the same spaces,
on the (now) well known sky.

pearls of sweat
cling to my forehead
like a hiker holding on to a cliff
before taking a mighty fall.

same old spot,
same old thoughts
same silly evening
same wish for a change.

thoughts fade away
universe blinks,
I follow the tired sun
and return home(as always).

Friday, November 6, 2009

Silhouette

My silhouette,
whispers into my ears;
"Light is fading fast,
let me go now."
She smiles when I tell her,
My soul feels the same...

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Perceptions


sits a sunkissed frog
On shores of a lake,
suddenly his visons fog,
as he spots a snake


overpowered by fright
he plunges into watery drain
to preordain
that he shall see tomorrow's light
he will come out
again

roams a troubled man
on shores of the same lake,
Heartbroken by pain,
A decision he wants to make

Overpowered by sorrow,
he plunges in self disdain;
he burries his tomorrow,
into the watery drain,
he will come out,
never again.

same plunge
may support
may expunge
the persistence for existence

same water
shows light,
for the smarter.
kills light,
for the departer.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

The River Of Tomorrow

I'm cruising fast,
with upright mast,
towards the river of tomorrow
one dip may,
cleanse away all the sorrow;
of my today,
of my past.

stagnant waters of the past,
vapid thoughts of decay;
quickly give way,
to infallible aspiration,
the adjuration for ablution.
the aspirations untold,
for a resurgent hope,
for a resurrected soul.

The untethered sea roars
like a brutal hound's bay,
illusions give way,
to reality
to mortality
to the stormy savage sea,
of today

each whipping wave,
lacerates my existence;
each effort of persistence,
leaves a mark behind,
on my body,
on my mind

my mind wonders
as i wriggle with pain;
why,This sea of today,
so asinine,
so insane,
lies ahead of the river of tomorrow?
so pristine,
so arcane.

a mirage thou must be
o river of tomorrow
as in this stormy sea
no end i can see
to my misery
to my sorrow

turbulence and trepidation
rescind,
as the lightening flashes,
across the sea,
across my mind.

mind jolts back to realism
illusions slowly fade
river of tomorrow
you are a mere facade
from creation to cremation
I shall call this sea my home
never will come tomorrow
never will that river flow.





Monday, August 17, 2009

Sunday, August 2, 2009

The Crow

silent he sits
perched on a freshly dug grave
black as ebony& devoid of gestures
his wise eyes say something

nonchalant he sits
foreboding catastrophe
and savors the funereal gloom,
broken wills and decrepit souls

like a sage he sits
as his eyes twinkle in moonlight
he can sense a funeral procession coming
to claim their right on this freshly dug grave

he knows as he sits
that there are legions more to come
as more and more earth will get unearthed
this place will turn into a mausoleum

he smiles as he sits
there would be another war
this time not between 2 nations
instead it would be for claiming burial ground

he will be sitting here forever
along with his friends
will talk of the day
when human race came to an end