पंछी का ज्ञान

पेड़ की टहनी पर बैठे उस पंछी को देख,
लिखना शुरू किया मैंने यह लेख।

आगे क्या आएगा, कहाँ पता है मुझें?
बीते लम्हों के दीए भी हैं अब जैसे बुझे।
तो आज की रौशनी से पढ़ने लगा मैं,
क्या उस पंछी के पंखों पर लिखा है।

एक कहानी ऐसी लिखी थी,
जो न कभी मैंने थी पढ़ी।

एक एक शब्द जैसे एक हीरे के समान,
हीरों के हार का फिर भी न मिला उसे सम्मान।
बस उस पंछी के पंखों में छिपी,
वह कहानी आज भी अनकही।

जानता हूँ आप भी उत्सुक्त हैं जानने के लिए,
कि उस पंछी के पंखों ने मुझे क्या ज्ञान दिए।
पर अफ़सोस कि वह राज़ मैं बता न पाउँगा,
अरे कहाँ से वह शब्द लाऊंगा?
जब तक मैं लिख पाता उस रहस्य को,
वह पंछी उड़ गया आकाश की ओर।

आज भी मैं ठीक उस समय,
बैठा पाउँगा उस पेड़ तले,
कागज़ और कलम हाथ में लिए,
उस पंछी के इंतज़ार में आज भी जिए। 

Angel in the Carriage

Today I saw this lady in the train,
I didn't know if I will meet her again.

When I got on, I could see her mingle,
with some book on her kindle.

That feeling of knowing her since long,
crept into me. was it right or wrong?
Such questions I am unable to answer,
I so wanted to talk to her.

In the mirror like glass window,
I saw someone I just got to know,
Or was hoping to know a little more,
When through the tunnel my train tore.

I knew this meant my station was next,
If only there were a few more moments of rest,
I would have perhaps mustered some courage,
to speak to this angel in the carriage.

But then I saw the train pulling into the platform,
And heard the driver blow the train horn.
Just when I got off, I turned around to see,
She was standing right behind me!

I looked at her and she smiled,
I took this guess so wild,
That may be she too wanted to speak to me,
in her hand, this blue paper I could see.

She passed it to me to read what she wrote,
I thought may be it is a small note.
But lo behold, she too had written a rhyme,
That we should together spend sometime.

As the train started to move ahead,
Both of us together to each other said,
Would you like to go for a drink?
To which she smiled and then winked.

And we started to walk out of the station,
and that my friends was the start of our relation. 

Your World for You

In this world of black and white,
In this world of wrong and right,
You try to live in shades of grey,
And not care for what you say,
You try to develop this world of yours,
Where there is no neither or nor,
Abundance of both the shades you find,
Not just externally, even in the mind.
So much so that in your cocoon,
That you built for Aroon,
You invite others for a peek,
But they cant find what they need,
They just see a world of disarray,
Where you see the brightest ray.
No matter how much you try to explain,
All your efforts will be in vain,
So stop explaining and enjoy your world,
Which is still almost unheard.
And is better of this way my friend,
Its a world only for you in the end.