Kon hai Woh?

कोई है खड़ा दूर,
मुस्कुरराते मुखोटे में,
मुझे रिझा रहा या हस रहा मुझपर,
सवाल है वोह बस एक सवाल!

कभी घृणा में ढोंग सी हसी,
कभी अनसुलझी कुटीर मुस्कान में,  
कुछ परखता सा बेचैन है वोह!

जितना पास मैं जाऊ उसके,
उतना खीचे उससे कोई दूर,
एक ख़ामोशी के शोर में लीन सा,
सवाल है वोह बस एक सवाल!

सामने नहीं है वोह, 
बस पीछे एक आवाज़ है,
शायद वोह मेरा कल या मैं उसका आज हु!

वोह अपरिचित काल है,
या किसी लेखन के सार है,
शायद वोह मैं ही हु,
शायद मैं खुद एक सवाल हु!

कोई है खड़ा दूर,
बेमौसम बरसात में भीगता,
मुझे जला रहा या ठिठुरके कुछ मांगता, 
सवाल है वोह बस एक सवाल!

Koi hai khada door,

muskuraate mukhote mein,

mujhe rijha raha ya hass raha mujhpar,

sawaal hai woh bas ek sawaal!

Kabhi ghrana me dhhong c hasi,

kabhi unsuljhee kuteer muskaan me,

kuchh parakhta sa bechain hai woh!

Jitna paas main jau uske,

utna keeche usse koi door,

ek khamoshi k shor me leen saa,

sawaal hai woh bas ek sawaal!

Saamne nahi hai woh,

bas peechhe ek awaaz hai,

shayad woh mera kal ya main uska aaj hu!

Woh aparichit kaal hai,

Yaa kissi lekhan ka saar hai,

Shayad woh main khud hi hu,

Shayad main khud ek sawaal hu!

Koi hai khada door,

Bemausam barsaat me bheegta,

mujhe jala raha ya thithorke kuchh maangta,

sawaal hai woh bas ek sawaal!

Happy Families

Secrets they tell and rest penetrate by own,

a need they share, like flesh to bone.

Discreet colors of 'I' turns into 'We',

They accept the random,

letting the thick red blood to be free.

Chords to chaos they warmly connect,

Sometimes they sort, and rest they reject.

Of all laughter they played,

and the times when sorrows were delayed,

Happy Families were then naturally framed.

P.S. Dedicated to my World's Best Family!

Bas itna hi hota hai!

-Inspired from a dialogue of Ship of Theseus.

In the third story, there's a scene where Navin is sad and angry that after he has done so much to help a stranger still he didn't see what he wish to see and then his grandmother consoles him saying "bas itna hi hota hai" - depicting howsoever we try to bring a change - it's doesn't seems large enough to be seen as a change as a whole.

But people shouldn't stop doing the good things they do - they must stand for their believes - may be one day their small efforts will make this world a good place to live in.

Kabhi tere dale daane ko chugne se pehle hi,

sikhaar ban jaate hai parindey!

Tere lagaye ped ko ghar banane se pehle hi,

Ped sang aag mein jhulajh jaate hai parindey!

Par yeh tera karam hai karna,

aage shayad, bas itna hi hota hai!

Kahi tere shabd hi reh jaate hai,

kabhi woh ruh ko chhu paate hai,

yahi aaj jo andekhe se ehsaas hai,

beshak kal badlaav laane ko taiyaar hai!

Tu yeh na soch ki karwahat itni,

Tu yeh na soch ki dehshat kitni,

Ratti bhar bhi mithaas laya toh,

soch kitni dabi muskaano ko jaga dega?

Yaad rakh yeh tera karam hai karna,

aage shayad, bas itna hi hota hai!

Mana bhaag dhaudh ki hai zindagi,

yeh samaaj ajab ki hai bandagi,

par bas ek janam dia hai Rab ne,

ussko bhi na sudhaarega tu?

Kabhi kabhi toh ek roti bhi,

dinno ki bhookh mitaa deti hai,

pyaasa kabhi madira nai maangta,

ek katore pani me bhi duae hoti hai!

Bas tu samjh yeh tera karam hai karna,

aage shayad, bas itna hi hota hai!

Kabhi tere dale daane chugne se pehle hi,

sikhaar ban jaate hai parindey!

Tere lagaye ped ko ghar banane se pehle hi,

Ped sang aag mein jhulajh jaate hai parindey!

Par yeh tera karam hai karna,

aage shayad, bas itna hi hota hai!

(You and Me, Part 10)

You, Me and the monster

I gaze out of the window,

I look at the moving street,

I struggle through the passing movers,

But, I find him only in the mirror.

He, who is the ocean of innocence,

or may be trying hard to hold it long.

I try asking him the same question,

but his wits to drift them are too strong.

O Monster, what made you to come out last night?

O Monster, why did you make "You and Me" fight?

With You, O monster, I am the other side of "Me",

but with "you", my lover, I can always be "Me".

I know what takes you back, O monster.

It's tears of my beloved,

But, they are too precious to be sold,

under the deals of our tricked arguments.

No negotiations, we need in our love,

Never libidinous can be the spirit of our love,

Though they both touches you at times,

O monster, why aren't you afraid of any crime?

Tharak

Chubhti hai, nochti hai,

awaaz ko majboor karti hai!

Paidal hai, par bhagaati hai,

saanso mein fitoor bharti hai!

Rassi hai, baandh rakhti hai,

dheel de kar, girati bhi khud!

Paani hai, pyaase ko pukaarti hai,

Chhite pade toh, jagaati bhi khud!

Kabhi sardi k kambhal c besharam,

par hayaa ki chadar mein chup jaati hai!

Kabhi kasai ki chhuri c bereham,

pyaar k lal rang ko bhool jaati hai!

Bachchi hai, sachchi hai,

maasumiyat mein ghul paati hai,

Naadan hai, par shaitaan hai,

Tanha raato mein lubhaati hai!

Neel hai, kabhi-kabhi daag de jaati hai,

barsaat hai, be-mausam baras jaati hai,

Dekho toh aasaani se nazar kaha aati hai,

Dhhondle niklo toh khud-b-khud bistar pe saj jaati hai!

Chubhti hai, nochti hai,

awaaz ko majboor karti hai!

Paidal hai, par bhagaati hai,

saanso mein fitoor bharti hai!

They say, but

They say,

never take eatables  from strangers in train,

but,

she cooked delicious fish that night.

They say,

Bengalis are too mean to be befriended,

but,

her altruism was beyond such definitions.

They say,

Anti-virus is must for smooth running of laptops,

but,

because of its absence, there were our smooth meetings.

They say,

it's difficult to read a doctor's writing,

but,

my love wrote me letters beautifully.

They say,

an apple a day keeps the doctor away,

but,

A doc serves me apple every morning.

They say,

heighted pillows can give neck pain,

but,

my love's thigh makes the best pillow.

They say,

Love is illogical,

but,

my love added deep logic to my existence.

Society

Society,

Sophisticated, stressed and stained.

Society,

Stripped, skinned and sustained.

What you know, and what you believe,

Is too vast to be taken,

And too deep to be fallen for,

Still you say "Do as we say",

For humanity, why humans are your prey?

Society,

Salted, sugared and saturated.

Society,

Skeptic, suspicious, and salivated .

You see what’s there over the face,

And you purposely adore the same,

Not just the curves,  words too are framed,

But how can you be keen on them,

when blind you are since ages?

Society, a swollen stage of savoir-faire,

Society, a spiritual  shore of satire.