Riding the beast...

the road not taken ...

धीरे धीरे ओझल हुआ ...
काई लगा छज्जा ,
उसपे लटकती बेल...
दरवाज़े पे बौराए से झूलते 
मालती के फूल 

अलविदा में हाथ हिलाते
अम्मी हुमा और मकबूल
ओझल हुआ...
फिर आँखों से
घर का सुकून
फिर जा रहा हूँ परदेस
कमाने रोटी दो जून ...

I have arrived ...

спираль прогрессирования жизнь (the spiral progression of life)

sun hurts, eyes.. into darkness stare, the broken peace... I with silence repair... the abandoned mosque longs for another prayer...

sookshma aur sthool...

...leaving traces

vessels of faith...

safar..

koi ho to achchhi baat hai,
gar na bhi ho , na fikr kar,

tu khud hi apna rahnuma,
aur raah teri hamsafar....

kya haath mein laaya hai jo,
hoga tujhe lutne ka dar,

peechhey na mud,bas chalta chal,
yun qadam gin'na khatm kar...

wo timtimaati raushni ,
rah rah ke tujhse kah rahi,

thodi si doori hai bachi,
nazdeek hai manzil teri,

do din yahaan aaram kar,
aur phir shuru kar ek safar...

nayi manzilein hain pukaarti ,
nayi rahguzar ki talaash kar.

-sarfaraz

Coming home...

Good morning

Al-vida ...

I ...may be a tiny straw in the haystack of human beings...but remember this o brethren!...if I burn...YOU burn.

market behaviour...

what lies beyond...