GOSSIP

A love affair that

Begins as a gossip

Has more chances

To survive

In the jungle of emotions

Than  An unexposed love affair

Running  the risk of being suffocated in

Its  own cocoon of secrecy

Like a mango 

Circumscribed by its own skin.

But gossip survives....

छाया

ये बड़ी बड़ी इमारतों कि छाया 

रोज पड़ती है मेरे घर पे ,

किसी खिड़की

से वो भी तो देखे ,

मैं देखूं उसे 

अपने घर कि किसी दीवार पे 

WRITING A POEM

Writing a poem is like 

Taking a turn to the left 

While sleeping 

Tired of being in one position of life . 

 An impetus 

To make a difference 

Between 

Me 

and

 mine 

रोटी

गरीबों के सिर्फ पेट होता है 

वो सिर्फ रोटी को जानता है 

मक्की की रोटी 

बाज़रे की रोटी 

बेसन की रोटी 

ये सब जीभ के स्वाद है 

अमीरों के  जीभ होती है 

GRAND FATHER

While playing 

​with puppies ​

 in the backyard ,

i 

​eavesdropped ​

my mother's conversation 

with her sister 

about the pregnancy of a distant cousin 

three months after marriage .

I asked my grand father

 

​hesitantly ​

​concealing my curiosity ​

"why do girls get pregnant after marriage ? "

He replied confidently 

"God takes care of everything "

​.​

​few years later ​

i realized ,

His confidence has done immeasurable harm to me 

LIKE A DANCER

​Its  good 

​B​e on your toes 

​L​ike a dancer 

 ​E​njoying the painful twirl 

​I​n a situation, 

​W​ith a person 

​W​hen the moment ​requires it.

A cleansing process.

Like menstrual cycle.

​Y​ou weep

​

You​ smile 

​You​ react 

​You​ respond 

​You​  tell 

​You​ say 

​T​hen u choose to remain silent 

I guess 

​N​obody enjoys 

​T​alking

                                                                          While dancing .

​Y​our toes become 

​Essence of your life 

 ​​

image

Who said 

The mirror mirrors our life and

Speaks the truth .

I saw 

What 

I wanted to see .

And 

I believed so .

But

Yesterday 

A sudden thought hurled  a stone 

I looked back 

My mirror image was already cracked .