Fly

Flipped her wings

The sky turned purple

A journey of her life

Her disbelief the only hurdle

She took the flight

World as usual talked

Storms welcomed

So did tumultuous sun

Called her with names

A disdained whore

A fleeting disgrace

She flew pretty

With blemished face

Her beak upright

With pride on its tip

Her wings flamboyant 

Pushing the game

Her little claws

Firm as motives

Willed eyes

All as one

As she swung

Flipped and streamed

The little birds around

Bullied with hails and

Demeaning greys

Found a means

The hero within

Herds became a troop

The sky became birds

A world beneath looked

Sang in praise

Story of a bird that

Flew at odds

changed a course

#fly 

When there was nothing, there was music

When there was nothing, there was music
in the heist of my moments, they called life,
I happily gave away everything, i called mine,
Left with a little stuck in you, and our songs,
The way you said my name, and your breath on my face,
The music in our ears, and in that music a lifetime,
When there was nothing, there was music,
and in them our stories immortalized...

The Drama

The movies of blitzkrieg,

Superheroes flying,

Fist in the air and a zillion cries,

Restrained relationships,

UFOs landing in overcast skies,

Crowning glories,

Missions of might, 

I lay my soul on a white,

The characters paint their stories,

And leave me to survive,

I live an abandoned middle aged wife,

As much an overgrown child,

A sinking ship,

To a reborn prototype,

But the most I enjoy in this tumultuous mind,

Is the drama within and with each character of mine,

Like this pretentious sky,

Of striking thunder and romancing night...

अचरज

किताबों में पड़ते नहीं अब पत्ते 

जाने बातें छुपा के रखे कहाँ

कुछ याद रखने को नहीं या 

बाँधते नहीं गाठें अब यहाँ 

वक़्त बदला

या हम

क्या पता

ख़त का इंतज़ार होता नहीं अब यहाँ

कभी दिखते नहीं लाल डिब्बे बाज़ार में

कह दिया सब चेहरों मोहरों में या

अब भरोसा नहीं अपनी लिखावट में

वक़्त बदला

या हम

क्या पता

पार्क की बेंच पर मिलते थे चार दीवाने

तर्क होते थे विवाद नहीं

अब गालियाँ देके छुप जाते हो या

डरते हो आँख मिलने से

वक़्त बदला

या हम

क्या पता

Letters

Juxtaposed letters have a real story,

The kind abode succumbed to fury,

Refugees flee through heartless wires,

Glimmer of hope on a bed of fire,

The world of big talks and little acts,

Falling concrete and people were all the same,

These were my letters, concealed,

As I waited for our land to be healed,

Reading your letters of spring and sunshine,

Our secret wedding, cakes and wine,

Your tireless wait and my eternal muteness,

Fateless worlds smudged into darkness,

Like a few who made it through the divide,

In a forbidden box the letters survived,

A bit of shimmer lights up in my sight,

As I juxtaposition these letters in my twilight...