नियामत

एक घर है यहाँ , और एक वहां

और बस यह रिश्तों के निशान

दूर उड़ के भी पास आना ही

करता हैं   ये कहानी यूँ बयां 

सृजन किया  एक महका सा  सपना

जो सच बन के हुआ तुम पे फना

दूर रह के भी जो दिल में खिले

तू  नियामत है जो  भरे मेरा जहाँ 

RESONANCE

When dream weaver leaves word spinner

Clanging wheels and hissing engines

Echo in the lonely station

Teeming with wet stories

Of meeting and leaving

And voices coalesce

Rivulets of desire

Gather momentum

In thunderous silence

And dream weaver sings

In the voice of falling teardrops

As the word spinner’s tale

Echoes adieu in empty hearts

Or is it adieu?

For the thread of memories

Has knotted silver specks

Tied with the unseen voice

Of snowflakes surrendering

To a rapturous earth

As they fall silently

On a world exploded

With the voice of surrender

As two souls are transformed

To dream spinner and word weaver

How can goodbyes exist?

When in the silence of surrender

They absorbed one another

The voice of their being

Now resonates in each other!

CHIRANTAN 9 - SILVER MISTS

It was that age when evening silver mists

Spread their alluring perfume

Captivated my senses

Drawing faces in the empty valleys

Always shrouded in mystery

A vision of dreams answered

Just almost within my reach

Yet as my outstretched arms

Lengthened across the lake

Faded away into a teasing book

Quickly shutting its flapping leaves

And I

Lost again

Not knowing which page

Held the key to my lock

Of the caged soul that fluttered

Waiting for its soiree

To dance into midnight surrender

A whirlwind of untouched passions

Melting into a pair of nothingness’s

The perfect one

It is now the age

When mists spray the eyes

And slide on sloping deodars

A frosty white glaze

On the leafless tree

Of shattered dreams

Will there ever be a day

When the first moonbeam

Will melt the glaze

And clear the haze

As we stand face to face?

CHIRANTAN 7 - RIVETED

Each night as I sit in the hallway

Of long forgotten dreams

And watch the icicles of desire

Drip onto a lonely roadside

Giving life to those trees

Where your words hang

Words of promises, of dreams

Of shared lives and common themes

And I reach out to hold each one

Gently caress it with closed eyes

And a story springs alive

Of the time and the place

And the love on your face

When you said those words

Caressing words

Embracing words

Tickling words

Hopeful words

Musical words

Unsaid words

And silence between them

Woven into this rich tapestry

Of a life that would be

Now caught in the jagged edges

Of your material aspirations

And lost sensitivity

See how it flutters in the wind

Frayed edges of bleached dreams

Where did we forget?

The right weft and weave

The giving and the taking

Recognition and respect

The love and the tenderness

The holding tight and letting go

Now I stand there haunted

Chained by your woven words

Bound by aborted dreams

At the crossroads of time

Waiting for your return

In that deserted street

Of a life that isn’t,

Riveted!

CHIRANTAN 6 - LANGUAGE OF FOOTSTEPS

Do you know how we share

This language as a pair

The language of footsteps

That we two did create

It’s the language of love

Which no one can translate

Its soundless words dripping

With passion unique

And rich nuances of silence

Which only we can speak

Soundless, wordless

And formless too

No grammar, no punctuation

Just seamless communication

Born of the sounds

Which can’t be pronounced

Just heard in silence

Your arrival they announce

Emotions a lonely trough

Or a buoyant crest

I can tell by the sound

Of your familiar tread

With bated breath we wait

For the sound of footsteps

 To echo across the worlds

Where we live separate

I can sense your longing

By the impassioned pace

Laced with desire

Your footsteps make

And you can feel

The depth of my low

By the silence in between

As I walk on tip toe

At times it becomes

A laborious long wait

When the sound of your footsteps

Don’t echo at the gate

And when the bells of anklets

Create this alluring tune

You know that my footsteps

Beseech you to return

We’ve learnt the enchanting music

That our footsteps together create

This symphony of love

In which our hearts vibrate

For there is no one else

Who can so well communicate

In this language of footsteps

That we two did create

CHIRANTAN 5 - THE BRIDGE TO FOREVER

Evening’s tresses sprawl across the sky

And the dark dusky temptress tiptoes in

As a tide in the sea of our senses

A raindrop of synchronised thoughts

Moistens the dried up memories

The long lost fragrance of your body

Wafts up to our heightened desires

As oceans across we lie supine

On beds on simmering dreams

Which smoulder into a raging fire

And words in colours fly across seas

Sparkling with golden shared moments

Blue with the bruises of broken desire

Sometimes red with a passionate swirl

Taking the silver from promises baked dry

In the cold and lonely moonlight

At times a hint of green envy

As others claim your existence

And create this scintillating display

Of a bridge of dazzling fireworks

Across to the land of forever

Shall we join our hands?

And walk across this fire

No fear of the beyond

Let it be gaping emptiness

The absolute black end

Or a birth again together

To live with one another

Across this bridge to forever

CHIRANTAN 4 - AUTUMN

Each year autumn comes in its rusty attire

Wrapped in burnished gold

The notes of your fragrance

Glitter with the blush of our flaming bodies

As they wear the scarlet of your adornments

And unleash a fresh burst of passion

As we spread the carpet of desires

And catch the fallen leaves of dreams

Dreams realised with each other

Painted with immature hands

In the spring of life

Nurtured with hope

Through driest summer

To brim with passion

In ignited rain

And as autumn comes

A whiff of your scent

Unleashes freshly melted dreams

In this glorious season

Of true companions

Walking arm in arm

Through crunching leaves

Where you can hear

The whisper of my heartbeat

And I can see

The glimmer of your content

We were meant to be

Together through the seasons

Till we learnt to be

As egoless as the fallen leaf

As gentle with each other

As the warm autumn sun

As eager to please the night

As the evenings early surrender

Now that we have lived

These lessons in grace

We are the reason

Of this mature mellow season

In the autumn of our lives

Lies the autumn of our love