The secret of the raindrops

I fear loneliness ,
but I will not cry
because when the tears fall
they whisper to the earth
and the earth evaporates the message
to the clouds,
and the clouds laugh in thunder
and then rain my loneliness to
the world
and in the raindrops of my loneliness
lies a wet secret ....
the secret of my unshed  tears .......

THE RICH AUTUMN

Flowers are tired , weary ,but the leaves blaze
God leaves not my world without colour
and the soft dusty path , that autumn treads
from green to gold
smiling all the while
carrying shining fragrant paddy
on its shoulder...
While rosy apples steal colour
from the cheeks of
sunny haired children 
and bounty, with a bushel full of walnuts
comes to town ,
dressed in fiery red and gold
On the residency road
women peep into woolen shops
and anxiously ,
open lean wallets....
gold and riches come,
but to nature alone....
 

THE NEW AUTUMN

THE NEW AUTUMN


where is your laughter?
I used to hear it
in the crackle
of the rosy cheeked leaves of the autumn chinars
in the babbling of the mercurial brooks
and in the birds in my garden ....

Now i hear words ,
meaningless and plain
on and on
spoken from heartless tongues
and from bewildering thoughts..... in newspapers ...

There are apples ,still,  in your orchards
and paddy still in your paddy lands
but no children come to steal the lonely apples
and no birds merrily
loot the paddy .....

Women do not venture out to sing
of thankfulness for the harvest,
as if afraid ,
and the men who couldnt protect them ,
the men seem slow ....

Autumn is here
despondently , and with dragging footsteps
as if it would like to be else where ..........

Loves mercy

A life of love is but to live , the rest will perish away
love binds the moon to the sky and stars to your eyes ....
the sun in your tresses like golden laughter, clings and sways ...
and I smile in delight .... a life without love ?
Death procastinates...mesmerised
merry is the dance of love ,
all encompassing ......
Was iblis afraid to share Gods love with Adam .....?
Will my beloved forget me ?
and will i forget to love ?
he thinks , and shudders
I will destroy love itself , but will not share .
And weapons were forged .
The dizzy reality.... love is indestructible ,
despair is its nourishment and attainment its nemisis ,
i would travel fall and rise again ,
the sweetest journey is that travelled with bleeding feet
i will not accept soothing words or pleasentaries
i would thrive in tempests and rain ....
Give me a life of pain and want
I pray for unkept promises and stolen moments
I pray for an unrealised sight of your face
do not smile at me ....
do not say i love you .....

Someone died ....

Are we who we were meant to be ? This thought crossed my mind when i was pouring water over someone who passed on.If she had realised early on that this day was coming into her life inevitably , as it did today , would she have lead her life differently ? As the lady who was giving her the last purification washed her and poured myriad jugs of water over her , all the time praying to Allah to grant her noor , and protect her from the azab of the qabr, maghfirat etc .....I, for a minute, saw myself in her place and realised that , wanted everyone to speak well of me at that time , not just as courtesy but to really mean ever word .....I wanted everyone to cry real tears of loss ...I wanted to leave a vaccume in my own little world when I left , however temporary ,but a real vaccume in the hearts of my friends , I wanted to have made a real difference in someones life ...... I felt while watching her , when I was shaken out of my reverie by the woman who was bathing the body ......that at that moment ,I had been given a second chance in life and that I could really be who I was meant to be all over again from that moment .....and I remembered that terribly moving scene from the animated movie "A CHRISTMAS CAROL" when scrooge is looking at all the tormented souls out of his window and one of the souls goes to a poor woman holding a little baby in tattered clothes in that bitter cold .....and incidentally only scrooge can see it and the woman cant ....and in the most hopeless voice the soul tells the woman ......"I WISH I COULD HELP YOU ".....but she cannot hear it anymore ...... Its too late .....

kuch khayal tumharay baray mai ....

zindagi hoash mai behoshi hai
jaisey ik shor mai khamoashi hai
kis kis ki nigah laut ayee hai sharma kay
kis kis ki sadaa mai chupi sargoshi hai .....

teri har baat baazgasht ki tarah
vaadi e zehn ki mehmaan bani ,
kyu meri saoch kay maikhanay mai
dheemi barsaat bhi toofan bani....

tum na hotay to kya nahi hota
ankhein purnam na dil khafa hota
dhoond lena tumhain safar hota
manzilain kaun poochta hota .....

humsafar ho na meharbaan ho tum
ik adhoori si dastaan ho tum
butqaday mai nahi hai ab koyee
kis ki takhleeq ka nishaan ho tum .....

safar yeh zindagee ka .....

mehak phoolon ki terey gaisu ko di hai
siahi raat ki ankhoon nay li hai
kissi ki shaam nay khoye hai rangat
terey rukhsar say woh ja mili hai

meri baatein nahi teri chabi hai
zubaan may aj kya deewangi hai
guloon nay si liyey hain chaak e daman
bahar e gumshuda phir aa gayee hai

koi keh do usay ab aa bhi jaye
woh rut jo kab kahan ab jaa chuki hai
sehar ko bhi gam e hijraan ki rangat
nahi meri nahi teri hi di hai ....

mohabbat mujh sey tujh tak aaa to jaye
magar rahey wafaa seedhi nahi hai
zara sa soach lo phir chal padengay
qadam yeh zindagi ka aakhri hai.............

"pareshani" A new poem .....

tu hi to merey dil ka mehmaan hai
phir aj kyun mera dil pareshaan hai
kisi honee ka shayad usay gumaan hai
phir aj kyu mera dil pareshaan hai

badli si teri chaal may ishara mila
mehkay say teray haal mai ishara mila
sawan ki ghata bhi aj kuch veeran hai
phir aj kyu mera dil pareshan hai

teri nazar mujh say mili ...tehri nahi
awara say ik jhonkay kay saath chal di kahin
meri woh saans intizaar mai hairaan hai
phir aj kyu mera dil pareshaan hai

andherey mai bhi saya koi nazar ata hai
roshni kay saath hamaray darmiyaan phahal jaata hai
meray ghar ka band darwaza pashemaan hai
phir aj kyu mera dil pareshaan hai

aatish qada e ishq

Is rooh ko jala gaya atish qada e ishq
duniya meri bana gaya aatish qada e ishq
tu nay to diya hukm e kufur zahidoon ko bhi
woh rind to basa gaya aatish qada e ishq ....

dil zaar zaar ho gaya teri talash mai
mujh sey mujhay mila gaya aatish qada e ishq
kwaboon ki raat mai bhi kabhi aa sakay na tum ,
kya kya fareb dha gaya aatish qada e ishq ....

baad e sabah na aye merey dar pay phir kabhi
ghar mera ghar bana gaya aatish qada e ishq ,
baarish ki boondh bhi giri chingari ki tarah
sawan ko bhi jala gaya aatish qada e ishq,

kuch khayal ...

mehak gul ki terey gaisu ko di hai
siahi raat ki ankhoon nay li hai
kissi ki shaam nay khoye hai rangat
terey rukhsar say woh ja mili hai

meri baatein nahi teri chabi hai
zubaan may aj kya deewangi hai
guloon nay si liyey hain chaak e daman
bahar e gumshuda phir aa gayee hai

koi keh do usay ab aa bhi jaye
woh rut jo kab kahan ab jaa chuki hai
sehar ko bhi gam e hijraan ki rangat
nahi meri nahi teri hi di hai ....

mohabbat tujh sey mujh tak aaa to jaye
magar rah e wafaa seedhi nahi hai
zara sa soach lo phir chal padengay
qadam yeh zindagi ka aakhri hai.............