Baadal

Aaj jub badalon ko dekha to mun kia
Kash umeed ki seedhi laga ke pahunch jaati
Upar us safed makhmali palang pe
Or so leti ji bhar ke ye poori zindagi

Socha kitne khushnaseeb hai yeh
Kale, safed, gehre, hulke hawa ke saath behte
Baras jaate hai kahin bhi jahan mun chhahe
Jub bhi dil bhar aata hoga inka

Chal padhte hai jidhar ki taraf bahaav ho
Bina soche apni seemaye, jo hoti nahi
Behroopiye kub udh chale kub bhinga de
Inka kuch bhi pata nahi

Kaash Jeevan se upar uth ke
Hum bhi hulke ho jaate
Dharti ke is moh se
to udh paate in badalon ke saath

OverGrown

I write, when I’m alone with my own self
Without any thoughts or reactions
But still alive that I can feel for sure,
Surety of living to know my self more

But the more I try to know
I fail in the same tragically
I find myself outside my own space
And I know, I won’t find it consequently

I guess I’ve lost it all
Looser in an unknown sense
An absentee, yet present all the way
Vanished, but yet carrying an appearance

No words to speak about anything
No thoughts to lend as such
I guess I’ve overgrown now
From my own being, so much!!