Moth

Paint me red and blue

the gravest of the hue,

Sell me some dreams

I'll wear a drop of dew.

Bundles of pearls can't fetch the joy

that feathers murmur in the air like a ring

Being a man is so tic-tac toy;

I wish to be a moth...

...to fly with those sunset-yellow pair of wings

Now paint me little black

A nature's mistake;

Touching his dry overcoat

I found a loud and tiny note

A message to my heart-

those ardent worlds gone apart

like a bubble will happily survive

like the existence of some forest hive...

I Surf and Dance

to preserve some romance

still so parched, so half, so grieved

Buckets of tide turned around and believed

....There is a faith burning inside

and the cold stream runs yet far away!

दूर क्यूँ?

I was trying really hard to get down and write a song. I always thought I can never write a song and that means I am not a musician. (I still believe that I can't write a song. :D) After so much of struggle, I thought I must just give a medium to the flow that is going on at present at the back of my mind, not really caring about the meter or rhyme. So friends, I want your take on it. I will not say anything about it as a piece of art is best judged by people who experiences it. This is my first ever attempt to scribble down something serious in Hindi.

तुम दूर, बहोत दूर क्यूँ?

दूरियाँ भी नज़दीक आके पूछने लगी

की परवाह किसके लिए इतनी?

रोज़ रोज़ अपना पहरा लिए शाम निकल आती है,

सूरज ढल जाने पे कहीं मायूस हो जाती है,

अब धुल की छोटी बदली बादल बनके पूछती है;

ये धुंआ, ये पानी, आग पे क्यूँ?

सपनों का इक पूरा मौसम आता जाता है

बीच सड़क पे मई की धुप में आती जाती भीड़

बात मुझसे खफा होकर भी करने लगी, ये कबसे जागी रात,

ऐसेमें फिर तुम चुप, बस चुप-चुप क्यूँ?