The Lilac Afternoon

One afternoon in a walk alone
In wilderness and so our hearts
swarmed with what life has shown
Fastened hands and our mirths
Her shoulders kept on brushing mine
And together our hands swayed
She talked little for silence to shine
And to her notions I obeyed

The contrast in locations played

Here and there and in thoughts too

Sun and shadows all over spread

A white dove and a dark cuckoo

Her brows peaceful in a curve

As if swans soaring in a line

The eyes though in some nerve

I teased them and then were mine

I thought imbibed in them, they are

The only string which dangled me

And in her eyes a distant star

In dreams a lifelong jubilee.

Then we stood by a lake

And made some scintillating ripples

In a moment they stop to shake

But in her eyes and delightful dimples

They kept on doing an encore

In them their dwelling permanent

Long after when we left the shore

I don’t know what they meant?

Asked her to take a bud

High and back of her head

From where her plaits spud

And from where the rivers lead

Didn’t allow me to pluck

And picked up a petal red

And then turned for me to tuck

Then she meekly said

That ‘our love can never harm

A butterfly or a sprout young

And then will never lose charm

With hands or even tongue.’

In full harmony I agreed

And nodded with my eyes

To that lovely creed

With some heavy sighs

While peeked into her heart

Through those eyes immensely true

Found it pulsating hard

And me drinking the dew

Were not tired in spirits though

But surely in the limbs

And looked for where to go

Away from peering jinks

We found a flamboyant tree

A little far from where we stood

Its shade pink and flowery

Isolated and extremely good

Its magic had an appeal

And was not to be fended off

when under it eloped the heavy feel

our eyes then droopy mauve

and burnt them to our union auspicious

but placed us in positions oblique

that small separation gift, a pious

and gave us a tingle unique

I leaned against the gulmohar trunk

and gradually helplessly slided low

my eyes and heart already sunk

in ambers of her love, left to grow

all the while my restlessness dreamt

Sheepishly she approached me

without a hint but her fragrance faint

like a dab of Jasmine flowing free

her snowy hands covered my forehead

sent molten snow down my spine

but to her had already submitted

Her open tresses silky fine

with colors from nights, the darkest

covered my bloodless face

And my throat was then the driest

When touched by the colder necklace

She smelt of wild lilies

And her breath in burning breeze

Could hear her heart with ease

To each beat mine would cease

In her symphony of her gasps

My dreary heart did dance

And as she withdrew the gaps

I shivered in awe in my trance

And when she took her palm off

In veins from all sides gushed

My sizzling face in reddish buff

As if to it all the blood has rushed

Then the touch in moistened lips

So supple like an orange piece

And like a glacier in some ocean dips

an infant the same way giggles

the music of the subtle force released

And then she took a deeper breath

and my cheeks next to be teased

Felt like on them her lips did melt

but then after it she paused

Her face i could not then see

But none of her breath I lost

in them what was coming to me

overwhelming and devoted love

To remain in me in my eternal glee

Higher than the sky and even above

No one takes it neither will it flee

The osculation my lips received

a feel it can be concorded with

Cannot in speech be perceived

only with a cheerful peaceful death

Such present my beloved tied

In dream of dreams when she came

Like two tides in opposing ride

meet to lose in each other’s shame.

I only Ask It To Stay

What it has made out of me,
I just cannot so simply say.
In unclear sights what I can see,
I write in its realm and ray.

I Walk little and so do talk,
Hum more and like fawn I move,
I Balk little and so do rock,
When lonely only and in my groove.

I choose few sober colors now,
and forget to dress my hairs.
I choose few corner chairs now,
and forget to eat my shares.

Some say upon my brighter eyes,
and notice it in my stories too.
'How come your hero never dies?'
And say that they look sleepy too.

I feel my smile has also changed,
and also how I often cried.
with it the slyness has exchanged,
and shrillness too has died.

The monotony of dreams stays.
The pearl in my golden case,
though vivid colors do amaze,
when all clouds make this face .

What it has made out of me,
I just cannot so simply say.
In my sadness is some glee.
I only ask it to stay.

O Darkness !

O darkness! Look upon my pretty queen,

but don’t ever look so heavily,

In her sleep and her pretty dream,

somehow you go and intervene.

Cast yourself on her so privily,

like mountain mist in upstream

and let not know her if you lean.

.

O darkness! While I leave her in your lace,

don’t ever leave her till awake,

but shy away when she opens eyes,

and don’t cast yourself on her face.

I faith your shield and is not a fake,

I’ll slit your throat if something pries.

Let us guard her and leave no trace.

Lost in Rosy Wilderness

When high head and some higher poise

When ahead of my days of toys

My sights already widened a lot

My gait high in my deceitful thought

My associates reflected confidence

And urged me to jump over fence

And said that I may never lose

My ways, whatever ways I choose

My fatty pompous heart snorted

My leaner mind in thoughts distorted

With them I hastened and erupted

With no specific ways sculpted

And as soon as went past the margin

And some wilderness I entered in

And the hurry already eloped my heart

With no one dear to pull the cart

With my loneliness I explored

My new world without a single door

My paths grown with tumble balls

My ears ringing with frightful hauls

When stressed over my fickle mind

When went deep into the riddle wind

I found that I was fully lost

I was shivering in a climate hot

I had to live and give a try

Or kneel to the expectations high

Or I choose to peacelessly die

And bring my death in all allies

And then with heavy heart I rose

And searched for something flowing close

My fate then got a chance to play

My feelings pushed further ungay

When the thirst went to its peak

When left with nothing but to seek

When the madness of it at its prime

I found a river so sublime

I drank from it and drenched my soul

And more to satiate my greed

And more but could not reduce the feed

And then I laid myself to some respite

Then I watched the other side

Then there was blooming roses’ pride

My troubles then again did swell

My future in a burning smell

My widish sights then got narrowed

And newer hopes then I borrowed

And in the bliss of the across

I sent my heart and soul to toss

I swam in tepid waters not in ease

I struggled to float and for bit of breeze

Then slowly the channel accepted me

Then found myself in blissful flee

My moments these, were not to freeze

My happiness was soon to cease

When gradually I met the mid of trance

When roses waved to me in dance

When surety loomed over the sway

I was caught in a whirlpool just midway

I spin in it and see the sides

And my sight gives me a pretty blend

And no river and nothing to fend

And the roses and the greener grass

I let not get this ecstasy pass

I have though, some bliss, some stress

I am lost in a rosy wilderness.

My Eastern Skies

Unmindful thoughts in little dark,
last evening in my lonely walk.
Dead flowers carpeted the way,
trees of my avenue in gentle sway.

What in western sky was exuberant,
my gloomy heart pretty scant.
The colors made it proudly plumed ,
Streaking clouds and some mushroomed.

All shades between blue and violet,
then pink and orange and scarlet.
Swooned over them in my stare,
as if heaven located somewhere there.

For long no single trait they cast,
new blends kept coming very fast.
And when lost into one of it,
I soon lost it in a mystic drift.

In morning it was all fun,
Daylong been following the sun.
It came to me something to find,
turned my eyes to see the hind.

In monotony it noiselessly beseeched,
The tranquility then screeched.
To unknown depth my heart did sink,
in rising melodies a downward kink.

My oblivious mind then went aloft
my heart turned to my corner soft.
The gray calm stretch soaked my eyes,
as I watched my eastern skies.

My Courage

All the while through my ascent,
my fingers short but grasp tight,
may prove to be just sufficient.
for this slimy cliff of endless height.

To me this venture is no adventure.
'Ordinary' or ' just for the day'.
'Nor is no voluntary torture.'
Neighbors and some wise men say.

My feet narrate a different tale.
The surface though not truly nice,
with resting creeks so very frail,
their bravery may just suffice.

The rope that dangles from the top
though seemed at first very robust,
helps not in pulling up or even drop.
But says to me, I hold it must.

This climb of reason, as I guise,
puts me in for some better chance,
for greater depths and better highs,
And for lifelong celebration dance.

The chance of triumph is very bleak,
though haven’t let the hope break,
with no intents to ever tweak,
but muster courage for a fight to make.

Yun Kab Tak Phirun

Past hum ke nahi hai ye be-dam-o-past
aise jazbe se main kis kis se ladta phirun

rangat-e-khoon-e-jigar mein chashm na-khushk
koi kahe main kab tak yunhi rota phirun

ye khoo-e-tabassum-e-sitam aur ye sitamgiri
kahan rahun agar inhi pe main hasta phirun

khud hi jo sameti hai ye tapish aatishi
aab na-khush, main kahan kahan jalta phirun

alam-e-be-khumari mein khumari ki tejarat ki
ye khak liye main kahan kahan bhatakta phirun

khud eitemadi mein khizaan pe jo ki hai jung
be-murawwat darakhton ko kab tak yunhi takta phirun

mehtaab ke ubharne ko saquib ke neyazi chashm
bhor tak main kab tak yunhi jagta phirun.