Tuesday, May 26, 2009

The Himalayan Sun

Feeling drenched in this Himalayan sun
I sit here today Sipping my rum
down below in this cold hilly noon
is same old beautiful sleepy doon
there is something in here
which words cant describe
like the beauty of few scattered lights
which merge seamlessly in a natural collage
i don’t know why sitting here with you
i remember proust or a landscape by gogh
these trees, these mountains
is where i want to be all my life
these damp cold clouds
these crysthanam, these marigold
is all i want to smell all my life
my old monk in this round crystal glass
along with a few aimless dilettante discussions
is how i want to drink my life
this lazy life, this careless time
i want to live all my life
and maybe say this everyday
Feeling dripped in this Himalayan sun
I sit here today Sipping my rum

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Kyon bechain hain rooh aaj fir
Kyon pareshaan sa hai dil
Unke jaisa kyon nahi ban sakta
kyon dhoondhta hai yeh ab bhi koi manzil
kyon tanhaiyee main ise maza aata hain
kyon duniyan se yeh door jana chahta hain
unke jaisa kyon nahi ban sakta
kyon yeh hamesha bure waqt sa tham jata hain
kyon iske zehan main rehete hain woh din
kyon yeh woh pal yaad dilaata hain
unke jaisa kyon nahi ban sakta
kyon isse tadapne main mazza aata hain
kyon jam pe jam laga bandnaam karne main
kyon us dhuen main apna nishaan khaak karne main
unke jaisa kyon nahin ban sakta
kyon ise zindagi barabaad karne main mazza aata hain
kyon chidta hain yeh ek aam zindagi se
kyon raaton ko jaag sochta hain
unke jaisa kyon nahin ban sakta
kyon kuch naya har pal chahta hain
kyon iski udaan pe meri koi rok nahin
kyon yeh bas pankh laga udta chala jata hain
unke jaisa kyon nahin ban sakta
kyon yeh har baat ka jawab chahta hain...