do nain

Mujh main aur tujh main ,
do naino ki bhasha hai

mere aur tere ,
do naino main aasha hai

Hum dono ke,
do naino ki pyaas hai
do naino ko aas hai
do naino main shaam hai
do naino main savera hai
do naino main pyar ghera hai

Humara
do naino main basera hai

lehren phizool sahil se takrati nahi
samandar ki gehrayi se koi paigam leke aati hain

bebaak bikhar ke apni thakaan mitati hain
do pal susta ke fir sagar se milne chali jaati hain

jo khawab dhoop nikalte hi mar jaye
woh khawab nahi khwaishen hoti hain

Khawab hote hain rooh ki gehrayi main
khud se milne pe fark nazar aata hai
khawab aur khwaish main

Ansh..April 14.

Reposte to Max on:

Lehron-ka phuzul sahil-se takrana
Takraa-kar bebaak bikhar jaana
Jaise khwabon-ka dhoop nikalté hi
Sar patak patak kar mar jaana.

Early morning Phone call!

the morning comes with a soft glow
my heart flutters from the memories aflow

the distance that is physical
disappears by powers mystical

I feel your breath caressing me
and your warmth in my entirety

you call up , i pick up the phone
entering the powerful zone

of a physical distance and yet a presence
of no touch yet a connected sense

your voice soothes me to the core
and some times pains me and my eyes get sore

i know I love you but i feel beyond that
I know I miss you even though you are my part

How do I tell you that touching you feels like touching a cloud?
and feeling you I feel a strength of mountains so proud.

yun hi

yun hi

ek din unse baatein ki

yun hi

unse mulaqaten badi

yun hi

dil ki dhadkan behakne lagi

yun hi

sannsen mehakne lagi

yun hi

dil gungunane laga

yun hi

nazar sharmane lagi

yun hi
yun hi
bas yun hi

A wish for you!

i wish i could tell u the secret of life.
i wish i could tell u where to seek light
when the darkness envelops.
i wish i could tell u how not to fear.

i wish i could keep my palms under ur feet
when u have to walk over the thorns.
i wish i could always keep my breath close to u,
to have u know that i am there.

i wish i could wish, one absolute wish
and then give it to you.

one night

purple dreamz.
pink blossoms.
simple yearnings.
raging fires.


engaging desires
locked looks
on tenterhooks
heart aspires.

bheeghi hui ek shaam

Bhigi hui si ek shaam
maine suna usse lete mera naam

payal ki chanchan ko zara thaam
chup chaap jake uska haath liya thaam

mujhe sunna tha uske dil ka payaam
aur sunna tha use lete hue mera naam

dheeme se usne kaha fir se mera naam
saanse ruk gayi, dhahkane bhi maine li thaam

yeh kaisa payaam
jisme bas mera naam
aur dil hua uske naam!

Saree and me!

When I was a young I often wondered why Indian women wore sarees. I felt mesmerized and mystified at the same time. Mesmerized for I liked the way my grandma, Mom and most women looked when they draped a saree, and mystified for I marveled at the ease with which the unstitched fabric was able to lend shape and grace to the wearer.

I still am fascinated by these six yards because these are not just interlaced fabric, but a weaver's imagination and a wearer's interpretation. The saree has a story, it has a culture, and it depicts our norms and traditions.

It lends and depicts freedom. The weaver sets his ideas free and intertwines them into a saree, which is the child of his labor and imagination.
He weaves a story in it for others to decipher. The wearer is at a liberty to interpret this story and is free to drape it as she pleases. Such is the power of freedom in a saree.

To the women, a saree lends grace, poise, sensuality, glamour and even that oomph factor and yet a look all pure and dignified. It is one dress, which crosses all borders and manages to unite women in the subtlest manner and gives them the freedom to choose.


Saree to me means a freedom to desire, a freedom to choose, a freedom to be.