Tuesday, March 24, 2009

A tragic evening

Long shadows of evening that intercept each other
Uneven meadows where children hide and seek
Under the shade of the tired sun, when we sat to discover each other
With my eyes turned to ground and yours zeroed to peak.

I twiddled my thumbs, urged you to accompany
My dear you said it would be too hard a journey
I looked at your strange face bearing redness past sun in background,
Oh was it the same one with whom I enjoyed the symphony.

The more I felt I discovered you, the more stranger you get
Thy eyes seeming shining my tending to wet
You turned mysterious as never before
And I think I have to discover you yet.

- Ashu

From the point of No-return

Unmistakably her eyes were misted,
The sweeping winds buffeted her tresses
The lips were dried their crust blackened
And she concealed what I could easily see.

Somewhere deep within her heart ached
Her bosom could not hold more pain
Yet her words belied her feeling
She was stern as ever before.

The sense of loss, agony & pain
The thought of lonely summers, winter and rain
Yet words betray the emotion that flood her
Some where deep within she knew its end.
ashu

Monday, March 23, 2009

आत्मविवेचना
ठहरा हुआ,स्थिर हूँ गतिहीन हूँ थका सा ,
शून्य को निहारता सोचता मैं ठगा सा,
क्या यह ही वो सपने हैं ,यह ही वो मंजिलें हैं
जहाँ पहुँचने को हम चले थे
कितने ताने-बाने बुने थे
कितने भांति के रंग चुने थे
सारे वे कैसे घुलमिल गए ,
पल में सारे मटमैले हो गए
ठोकर लगे कि सारे ख्वाब बिखर गए
कांच की बनी मंजिलें चटक गए
उस तस्वीर में फिर से रंग भर रहा हूँ
बिखरे टुकडो को समेट कर एक कर रहा हूँ,
शून्य से भी समेटने की चेष्टा करता हूँ
पर कुछ न पाकर भी फिर शून्य में निहारा करता हूँ,
और स्वयं को गतिशील करने का प्रयास करता हूँ