नियति (Niyati)

I take the more formal Hindi route with this one. “मैं केवट मेरा इतना ही संग, तारूँ सरिता, पखारूँ पाँव”

शब को रोज़ (Shab Ko Roz)

Heard this song from ‘Tera Kya Hoga Johnny’ recently and it kind of stuck. The song ‘शब को रोज़ ‘ had a lot of potential. The original lyrics had the following four stanzas to it. I found them intriguing enough to add my own verse and have included my extension here. Read on…

देखता हूँ (Dekhtaa Hoon)

अधूरी तसवीरें जादू भरी होती हैं, नज़र मिले तो बे-रंग पटल पर सैंकड़ों कहानियाँ कह जाती हैं, नहीं तो प्रत्यक्ष से परे अपने भीतर सिमट जाती हैं. इन पंक्तियों में भी सिर्फ एक पल का सार है, गहन अभिव्यक्ति नहीं, कैनवास पर अनैच्छिक उभरी किसी रेखा की तरह, नज़र आये तो तस्वीर, नहीं तो महज लकीर…


I had posted it on my blog ‘Random Cerebrations’ and mentioned that ‘This is my poem. I wrote it’ and ‘I don’t care if it sucks’. I still stand by that comment.

मैं आज़ाद हूँ (Main Aazad Hoon)

I wrote ‘मैं आज़ाद हूँ’ sitting in office on eve of Independence day celebrations at the work place. I had a cubicle with a nice view overlooking the road in that particular organization. There was an office event planned during the lunch hour and I was sitting working on something when I happened to see a boy not older than 10 perhaps running after cars on a traffic light selling them Indian flags. This simple flash triggered this poem and I completed and recited it during the event the same day.

मुलज़िम (Mulzim)

मुलज़िम perhaps marks my coming of age with Hindi poetry. There is an unrelenting anger throughout the poem. The essence blends Urdu words and which I feel were necessary to bring out the right meaning to the reader.

The Rising

The rising is about my planned resurrection. The theme is mainly abstract and borders on being dark. An alternate interpretation of this is a positive one where I hope to rise again from being down and out. Read and judge for yourself.

No Longer, No More

This was written at a time when I was perhaps all time low. I was unsure of all footing in life and had undergone a serious emotional crisis. I don’t regard it as an emphatic literary work, yet all the pieces from that time keep me grounded and are hence special.

This Moment

I think I modified it a bit from what I originally wrote in 2004. This is an easy piece, simple rhyming scheme and abstract ranting…

She Lives On

‘She lives on’ is a special poem and it is special because the person this poem is dedicated to was and remains a very special person. Like the poem says.. She lives on…In my smiles and tears…In this life and beyond and In times that move on…

I am Fine

I don’t remember what exactly triggered or inspired this short piece. I like it for its simplicity and a single thought. It is not very often that I can churn out a piece in ten minutes flat. Short, crisp, linear…that’s it.

From The Mirror

Vivid, graphic and again from a time when things were simple. I would get inspired by a book, a movie visual or simply let my imagination run wild in my free time.

If I Could

Someone who read it long ago mentioned that this is a school boy’s poem and I replied, ‘yes, it is’ since I was all but a boy in school when I wrote this one. Simple rhyming scheme and a linear thought again, this is one of my earliest works again.

All This Time

‘All this time’ dates back to another lifetime and is perhaps one of my earliest, probably one of the first few poems that I ever wrote. Incidentally I still have the original sheet of paper where I wrote this It reminds me of a different era and a different me altogether.