REJUVENATION

This poem was written in December, 1991.

It is dedicated to my daughters.

Returning from a hectic day at work

When I see your toothless cherubic smile,
Light up your endearing face,

When I hear you gurgle
Your tiny tongue darting in and out
I stare at you mesmerised.

And then you clutch at my fingers

While I hold you close

To kiss your chubby cheeks
And all of a sudden

My tiredness and fatigue disappear

Like the morning mist

Dispelled by the rising SUN

And I am rejuvenated.

Fashion ki Deewangi

Doston, aaj aap ke liye pesh hai ek naya hi rang,
Karuna aur desh prem ke baad lijiye hasyawyang.

(TV par vibhinn fashion parades evam fashion week se chhubdh ho kar maine yeh panktiyaan likhi hain).



Vastron ki pradarshini hai ya nirvastrta ki?
Sajja ke naam par hod hai nirlajjata ki
Daulat aur shohrat ki daud mein dekho
Bali chadh rahi hai Bhartiya asmita ki.



Isi se sambandhit, shaadi ke "bazaar" par ek tippani.


Maa boli beti se, "Haiyen! Ye poore vastra kyun pehne?
Ari nasamajh pehen aadhe vastra aadhe gahne,
Shaaleenta, sanskriti aur sankoch, huye sab puraane naam
Shaadi ke bazaar mein adhnagnta  hi badhaati daam."

Ek Maasoom Prashn

  Dear friends on the occasion of Labour day, I present this poem inspired  by a real life incident.

Koode ke dher se

Sookhi roti ka tukda nikaal

Munna apne maile daaman se kar raha tha saaf

Aur oopar aasman ki ore dekh maang raha tha insaaf

Main bhi toh tera hi banda hoon aye Khuda

Phir meri haalat inn ameeron se kyun hai itni judaa?

Bataa, bataa mujhe kyun aisa hai Bhagvan (pronounced as Bhag-one)

Inke liye bhojan kooda hai

Aur mere liye kooda hi bhojan.