A Letter to Write…और अनकही

Never thought this would make it from the drafts..It just seemed better after I read it last night than the time when I wrote it. Interestingly, this was written impromptu without a break or bothering about a rhyming scheme. Just before I decided to post it I noticed that there was a similar post done a couple of weeks before this but in Hindi which I had then titled “अनकही…”.

Posting the two together…

A LETTER TO WRITE

 

Someday I shall burn my fingers

and will write to you

a letter full of dreams and songs

of colors and rainbows galore

of pastures and lands and greens

of angels and fairies and all lore

I shall stump my hands

and lay a meadow

and let you walk all over me

in a hope to catch your shadow

 

I shall script what I breathe

and the letter would say it all

all what is silent and unsaid

and still hidden behind a pall

I wish you shall see through

the paper, the lines and fine spread

and it will always say a different thing

and perhaps will forever be unread

 

अनकही 

 

कल रात फिर तुम्हें

मैंने एक ख़त लिखा था

कागज़ पर पानी से भीगा

फिर एक चेहरा छोड़ा था

कुछ अधूरे ख्व़ाब कुछ

नाशाद कलाम किये थे

कुछ बकाया वादे कुछ

सलाम नज़र किये थे

आँखों में जो सूख चला था

कुछ वो ज़ख्म हरा हुआ

सीने से निकला फिर जो

था कुछ ग़ुबार भरा हुआ

एक उम्र की दूरी जो थी

वो पन्नों में उतर गयी

एक पल की कहानी जो थी

वो फिर अनकही रह गयी