MY DIARY

i look restlessly in the old cupboard with broken lock

searched  in the trunk within old junks 

half used pencils look up to me and mock.....

the old alarm clock  no more ticks, 

though the time has flew 

building memories bricks on  bricks

finally my eyes spotted the scribbled notebook

the whites faded to yellow 

i turn page by page my thought mellow

smile did i to know i cried on broken bats 

and laughed my belly out with the fictitious cats and rats . 

few pages i fail to read as the words are  hazy and frail

may be written wen eyes were blur and heart beats trailed. 

then there is blankness  in between

and then a few with colors red and green

even if i dont  read the letters convey they are happy and gee

I turn again to find the pages all in blue 

not that the pen dripped , 

but it was my wound which was glued 

the corner of my eye is wet

i realise its more yet..... 

Goodbye

I have walked a hundred miles now 

counting my steps and the hours i spent with you

in between the journey , bargained did i .. with the time that flies

oh the lord of speed ,, let me cover the journey only with memories that  are sweet

A single halt that i make during the phase

you forget the swear and make me chase 

to reach to the end alone 

no shivers and no fear

with only love and no tear.

i shall keep the good times in my heart 

say goodbye to my lost love 

only cherish the feeling even when apart. 

पैगाम

किसी डाकखाने में ऐसा कोई किरानी हो
    थोड़ा संगीन थोड़ा मनमानी हो
कुछ यूँ गुज़ारिश कर सके हम जिससे
                                की कुछ कोरे कागज़, बंद लिफाफो में घरो में तुम्हे पहुचानी है। ....
                                 आस खत्म  हो चुकी है जहाँ,. उन खयालो में चिंगारी लगानी है
 नाम अपना पढ़ कर कुछ पल खुश हो जायेंगे लोग
फिर चाहे  क्यों न  वह लिफाफा ही खाली हो। …