All the time.

इंतज़ार

Photo by Gaganpreet Singh © 

उस सहर से इस सहर तक
कुछ बदला ही नहीं,

फ़ोन की बीप अब भी किसी एक मैसेज की उम्मीद जगा देती है,
दरवाज़े पे कोई आहट, चाय की केतली गैस पर रखवा देती है,
क्योंकि ठंडी चाय तो तुम्हें भाती ही नहीं
तुम्हारे लौटने की उम्मीद कम है, कहते हैं वो...
पर इंतज़ार की आदत भी तो तुमने ही डाली थी,

सोचती हूँ,
किसी दिन,
बस यूँही
हमेशा की तरह,
मेरे भीगे बालों पर अपनी उंगलियां फिराने चले आओगे,
अपनी डायरी में सोई शायरी को मुझसे फिर से मिलवाने चले आओगे,
सोचती हूँ,
कोई तो गिला ज़रूर होगा,
के अब तक मुह फुलाए बैठे हो,
शायद बस उसे ही जताने चले आओगे,
फ्रांस और भारत इतनी दूर भी नही.
सोचती हूँ.
अब भी सोचती हूँ


उस शहर से इस शहर तक,
कुछ बदला ही नहीं 

#Littlelovenotes

We were like two birds that were brought together by rain. Tired of flying, we sat on a branch. We sang love songs. It was a different kind of love. We loved saying lovely things to each other. We also loved doing lovely things to each other. And it was just that. Time passed. Another rain came, and we left the branch for another shelter, elsewhere. Some more time passed. We soon came back to the old branch. We exchanged smiles, and ignored the change in them. Tired of the language, and the cycle of communication and miscommunication, we preferred keeping silent. We fell out of love and it was a different kind of ‘falling out of love’. We decided to stay on the same branch and sing the same old love songs. We were, however, scared of saying lovely things to each other, and we feared more than ever, doing lovely things to each other. 

#ParisPoetry

There are things that will always bring me back to you. 
A wine glass, a river, a night full of stars, 
the moon, and the mountains. 
Know that you're always on my mind. 
I may or may not succeed 
in giving you the place you deserve but you exist.
Somewhere in the dizzy consciousness of my unconscious mind,
you take shape, everyday. 
Sometimes, its just a matter of some time.

15 October 2015
RER station, Paris