Friday, January 27, 2012

तुम कोई मेट्रो स्टेशन होती

तो ज़रूर येल्लो लाइन पर
'घिटोरनी' होती, इससे कम
दमदार नाम तुम पर जचता
हि नहीं, मेरा क्या, मैं तो
ऐसे हि ठीक हूँ, तुम्हारे मेरे
बीच ये पूरी दिल्ली है, इसलिए
आने से डरता हूँ, थोड़ा मीक हूँ
सदा तुम्हारा,

Saturday, January 14, 2012

For the first few days

'since I know you'll be coming down the road;
since I've put away dinner 'til that time;
since there is grass under ground, waiting to grow.'
- Kyla Pasha

For the first few days, everything
here had a thin film over it, as if I
saw them from the eyes of years
before, that film is almost shed now
and there is no distance any more
between me and this gamble that
is now laid down, between me and
the places here where I am now
hesitantly putting this hope – let me
cope, after all, how tough can it be,
there was love and now the next thing
will be that which comes after it,
a kind of (I find) modesty, an aftertaste,
a willingness but without the haste
and a new sort of ability to know
before it comes, that trough and
that crest, to know when it is time
to go, and to know the time to rest.