Kasti

Kaagajo ke naawo pe
Ye zindagi ke samundar naap rahe hai
Lahro lahro me uthte tufaano ko
Isi choti kasti se kaat rahe hai
...
Duur tak khali hai ye saumndar ki tarah
Bas dikhabati kinaaro ki jaise
Uttha patak chalti rahti hai
Sab aahsaas iki gahraayo me chupe hai
Bahar se bas sab shant hi dikhti rahti hai
....
Duur base taapu ki tarah
Har manzil duur hi dikhti hai
Hazar aanjaan raahe pahuchne ki untak
Mere paas bichi hi rahti hai
...
Kon disha me jaaye, pata nahi
had dishaye ek jaisi lagti hai
Har kagak ke naawo ki kahani
Shayad mere jaisi hi dihkti hai

The land of Mine

I still remember my native place....the narrow streets...darker nights....smiling faces....but all have vanished slowly and now...all that it has.....

Streets, those were always filled of happiness and cheers
Are now have been taken over by silence
Place where I left the signs of my childhood
Now have been turned down by violence
…..
The walls have been broken where I used to hide
The trees that existed have been cut
Where rays of lights used to prevail long back
Now the last lamp also have been shut
……
The life keeps hiding and surviving
Differences of days and nights has gone down
Anger is the only emotion visible there
Hearts made from wax are kept pawn
….
The signs of road have been washed
In the terrain of darkness only devils roam
No more the memories of my childhood go there
And the song of weather has left it alone.