जीत

अगर जीना चाहते हो
तो जियो.. लड़ो मत,

तुम ज़िन्दगी को प्यार करते हो
उसे जीतने की कोशिश मत करो


-SD 

ईंधन

तुम्हे लिख कर शब्दों में

क्या मिलेगा, सोचती हूँ

हर पल महसूस होते हो 

मुझे यही तृप्त करता है। 

तुम्हे ढूंढना नहीं पड़ता

नयी पुरानी Photos में 

दिल के डिब्बे में अनगिनत 

Rolls रखे हैं तुम्हारे ,

और बातों में पिरो कर 

नहीं बांटना तुम्हे किसी से 

तुम्हे जितना भी पाया है

संजो कर रखना है बस। 

तुम दिखते नहीं कहीं 

ये दुखता है

बात भी नहीं करते

ये भी चुभता है

पर तुम रहे हो …

और किस तरह … 

यही बाकी ज़िन्दगी का 

ईंधन* दे देता है।

*fuel 

Water under the bridge

In the flow of the chasm, when the rocks kiss my boat
I’m not startled anymore, my merriment still afloat
I know this day and the one before that
Is water under the bridge, I’ll live to remember and quote.


The salt under the tongue when they whispered you were finished
The steam in the chest left of someone you cherished
That morning you woke up and found a dream had vanished

The steel of the eyes when you were near a piece of dust
That urge to yell at sky when u won when win was must
And the time someone quietly said, u will do it I fully trust.

In the flow of the chasm, when I reach a turn I could see
But not a whiff of what lies - beyond that low hanging tree
And yet I go on for there is something that grew in me
It’s on the blind turns in life, that I’ll find a piece of me


-SD

King

it was a dark night
  the king had returned from the battle
  enemies nor the friends would ever know;
  but
  the king was tired.
  it was a dark night

  His head was high
  His eyes were open
  feet firm on the ground
  and dreams intact
  standing alone in his camp
  till his last breathe
  he couldn't be otherwise;
  nobody knew he would fall any time
  dead, that is.

  the king was tired
  it was a dark night.

  then on the horizon
  just before the midnight
  a lovely star shone
  she was looking for the king
  since he was gone

  she smelled no fragrance
  but of her self
  she knew no stories
  but of her love.

  his eyes open but seeing nothing
  king didn't know
  she came running;

  and hugged him .

  who never knew of support
  would never ask for it
  would fall only if dead
  eyes still open.
  his honour in that dark cold night
  was held high.

  not by the kingdoms he built
  not by the glory he had
  not by the army he captained
  nor by the god he thought he was .

  but ,
  by a hug from his little love
  when he just needed support
  but would never hear of it.

  -SD