रविवार, 24 मई 2020

रखरखाव

तमाम जिस्म ही घायल था, घाव ऐसा था
कोई न जान सका, रखरखाव ऐसा था।

-कृष्ण बिहारी 'नूर '

सोमवार, 28 मार्च 2016

Always

Flowers, Always

BY CATE MARVIN
Inexplicable, the sign outside a deli scrawled
with FLOWERS and below that: ALWAYS.
But there were no flowers. And I have never
seen an Always. I would like to, and I have looked.
I have kept my eye keen for Always, 
have liked its idea like an expensive purse, 
coveting it as it appears, 
riding the arms of rich ladies who are so very lady.
I've rolled on velvet cushions where I heard Always slept,
and I once tried to kiss Always,
but I don't think it was the Always
I was looking for.
I like your Always, it looks
such a demanding pet. It looks like it kisses
nice and soft.
It looks like the bruise I found flowering on my knee.
I fell down at your voice.
Not to worry, I got right back up, walked ten
more blocks and by then I was halfway home.
I knock my knees blue and scabbed crawling
toward you, wanting flowers,
 and always, always, always
to slide against the cold vinyl of a car's seat,
your pale hands on the bare backs of my legs,
that's one Always I want, and whoever knew
there were so many species of Always? 
Your bare hands on the pale backs
of my thighs, printing bruise,
and if you said Flowers, said Always and we
could erect a forever 
of something like sheets and breakfast and an ordinary
day, my eyes would  always slide across the table toward you,
 to warm their twin marbles in your palm, my face would flower for you daily, 
so that when we die, roses might petal themselves out our throats.

शनिवार, 12 मार्च 2016

Prayer

Prayer

BY FRANCISCO X. ALARCÓN
TRANSLATED BY FRANCISCO ARAGÓN
I want a god
as my accomplice
a god
who whistles
through the streets
and trembles
before the lips
of his lover

a god
who waits in line
at the entrance
of movie houses
and likes to drink
café au lait

a god
who hurts
to the last
bone and
bites the air
in pain

I want a
more godlike
god

शनिवार, 10 अक्तूबर 2015

दो -चार साल बाद

घर में जो एक ताख था ऊँचा नहीं रहा।
दो -चार साल बाद जो मैं अपने घर गया। 

कुछ न बोले तो.....

कुछ न बोले तो कहानी में बदल जाएंगे।
आग बुझ जाएगी, पानी में बदल जाएंगे।
क्यों ये तारीख भला याद रखेगी हमको,
हम भी क़िस्सा-ए-फानी में बदल जाएंगे। 

गुरुवार, 27 अगस्त 2015

Read this somewhere

अन्याय सह कर बैठे रहना, यह महा दुष्कर्म है। 
न्यायार्थ अपने बंधु को भी दंड देना धर्म है। 
इस हेतु ही तो कौरवों और पांडवों का रण हुआ। 
जो भव्य भारतवर्ष के कल्पान्त का कारण हुआ। 

शनिवार, 3 अगस्त 2013

कभी रस्ते में मिल जाओ तो कतरा कर गुज़र जाना।
हमें इस तरह तकना जैसे पहचाना नहीं तुमने।
हमारा ज़िक्र जब आए तो यूँ अनजान बन जाना।
हमारा नाम सुनकर भी हमें जाना नहीं तुमने। 

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