The Book

A few pages stuck together like secrets. 
A few read often and worn out like a pair of fav jeans.
A few pages dirty and messy like a house after party.
A few filled with doodles like the ones on your notebook.
A few wrinkled and crumpled like the contents of my laundry bag.
A lot of blank sheets, and stories to be written.

Ek lehar

साहिल से टकरा, आज फिर लहर टूट गयी

वापिस आयेगी, कसम खाते हुए लौट चली

रोज़ देखता हूँ तकरार यही,

और सुनता हूँ आवाज़ वही

पर आज अचानक यह एहसास हुआ कि,

हौसला, इरादा हो, तो बस ऐसा ही.. तो बस ऐसा ही

for the devnagiri handicapped - 

Sahil se takra, aaj fir lehar toot gayi.

wapis aayegi, kasam khate hue laut chali.

Roz dekhta hoon takrar wahi,

aur sunta hoon awaaz wahi.

Par aaj achanak yeh ehsaas hua ki,

hausla, irada ho, to bass aisa hi.. to bass aisa hi.