एक पग

प्रतिबिम्ब बस वही करे जो मैं चाहू
मगर रौशनी से लोभित साया मेरी बात ना माने, भले ही मैं खून बहाऊ,
कभी स्वर्ग को छुलू
कभी नरक मैं उतर जाऊ,
चाहे जितना सतर्क रहू
अपने साए पर ना काबू पाऊ.

Chained by thoughts

Every single fucking night there is some thought that creeps into the grey space between my ears and keeps me wide awake the whole bloody night. And I don't need to state the obvious here that its an unpleasant journey. It doesn't worry me. It only makes me think a lot. Sometimes wonder too. But most times it angers me.

I have tried my best to keep myself sane and sensible and I have done the best I could to put the pieces back together where they belong. And before anyone points the finger at me let me clarify that it has been done with an altruistic motive for the near and dear ones. So, that doesn't really hurt and its nothing close to the grandeur of sacrifice. What hurts might sound cliched but it can't be put in any other way. I'm close. Closer than many have ever got. Yet I'm so distant from my dreams and my free will. I find myself levitating in the empty space between reality and imagination. It seems so far-fetched that I have begun to believe its unreal. Is it? I ask you.

Hallowed Hypocrites

At the Circus there is a clown
Smiling in miseries and concealing a frown,

Of swinging trapezes and muted gasps
For daily bread and a hundred claps,

The tight-rope walker can never steer
But only hope for his path to clear,

Hurling knives the juggler flirts
With his life and the dancers in skirts,

Limping with élan the ring-master touts his whip
No battle-scars here just a scathed hip,

Of animals that greet and dance on toes
Despite the age and hunger woes,

With the Circus, they walk a thousand miles
To bring cheer and spread smiles.

Brittle Boundaries

To the birds and for the clouds

Home is sky, travel is vowed,

Friendships are occasional
Flight is spiritual,

Waves caressing the land
Greeting to take away more sand,

One world on each side
Where to live you decide.