“ghar bahut door hai tumhara…”
ye kehkar
prithvi cafe ke
dagmagaatey hue
lakde ke table par

apni ungaliyon se
map banaya tha tumne.

ban ban kar
chaar ungliyon jitna
bana tha wo map…

kya sabhi faasle yun
ungliyon mein nahi naape jaa saktey?

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since i am a big fan of gulzar, most of my recent poems, including the one above is influenced by his style. no one on the face of the earth can quite achieve what he has or continues to with his mastery over words. but i try…

here are a few recent ones -

dhuan hai kuch aankhon mein
chubhta hai kabhi
kabhi beh jaata hai.

andar ki aag kabhi
nazar nahin aati magar.

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kuch tukde bikhrey hue hain
har ek par koi
nishaani dhoondhtaa hoon…

kya pata shaayad
khud ko paa loon inmein.
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wrote a new one just some days back. don’t know what prompted me.

here it  is -

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all that was lost
looks back at me
from the pages of time
like a child whose hand
i left in the crowd

all that was gained
looks away from me
towards the window
like a bird that
was never meant to be caged.

which cord do i cut?
whom do i let go?

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