Posts Tagged ‘Heart


हमेशा की तरह

ज़हन में बसने वाली
बहुत दिनों बाद
झुंझलाई सी
आई, और
धम्म से
तुनक कर
बैठ गयी;
और मैं
हमेशा की तरह
निहारता रहा|

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न जाने क्यों?

ख्वाबों के दरिया में
ताबीर आया, और
ज़ंक़े-जंगों से सजे
मेरी यादों के ताबूत में
एक दरार
पड़ गयी.

न जाने क्यों
आज तुम
बहुत याद आए?

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रक्त जड़ित आँसू

मज़बूर हूँ मैं वक़्त के तकाज़े से
मरदूद नोटों के तिलिस्मी आने-जाने से,
दिलोदिमाग के अंदर की चीखें निकल नहीं रहीं
हम खफ़ा हैं खुद अपनी
हयात से.

खंज़र से ज़्यादा नुकीले शब्दों ने
ज़हन को छलनी कर दिया,
फिर हमारी धात्री ने अपना
काम करवा के
नाकामियत की
माला से सजा दिया.

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Hushed Tempest

“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.” – Haruki Murakami

Earlier this month, I was asked to share, if I would, a silent storm of love. The request caught me by surprise and I ineffectually tried to wriggle my way out of the situation. Didn’t work and the harder I tried the wider the grins.  So, you loveable twerps, here it is –  what went before – still silently storming!

Like the wind that

blows the leaves off trees,

you have gently arrived

into the doorway of my life

adding colour and bringing joy.

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Shadows of a Haunting

“Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread. Each leaf he passed he’d never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow, their veins like slender bones where the sun shone through them. He had resolved himself to ride on for he could not turn back and the world that day was as lovely as any day that ever was and he was riding to his death.”  – Cormac McCarthy, Child of God

Where do people go when they disappear? I mean, what happens to them? How do they disappear?

I know a person, whose mother-in-law, once walked out of the house, supposedly to buy something – and disappeared. Simply vanished. The family is fairly rich and they spent a huge amount in trying to trace her. The police; private detectives; advertisements with photograph in all major newspapers……it has been over twenty-five years now and no trace of her. Nothing has been found. Not even a body. Such an amazing situation. Where did she go? What happened to her?

How wonderful would it be to disappear? Just to go away from everything. But, technically, you cannot disappear if you are still in some one’s mind? When does one stop being remembered? How does one make memories go away somewhere? How do I make my ‘memory’ disappear forever from somebody else’s mind?


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Bleeding Heart and Replacements

“The human heart, at whatever age, opens only to the heart that opens in return.” – Marie Edgeworth

Gypsy’s death, if truth be told…knocked me out – physically and emotionally. The bars, behind which I had managed to incarcerate my vulnerability, simply collapsed. Various floodgates ruptured and a barrage of feelings, pent-up expressions, pain and memories burst out.

I blubbered.

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