बड़ी महंगी है हवा

मुट्ठी भर चुन्नी में बाँध

घूमा करती है वो

दम घुटने लगता है तो

चुन्नी के छोटे छोटे छेदों से

सीपती हवा को सूंघ लेती है

एक दिन जी लेती है

छुपाना पड़ता है पल्लू में

बनी उस गाँठ को

क्यूंकि लोग सवाल बहुत करते हैं

और किसी को पता चला

इतनी महंगी चीज़ लिए घूमती है वो

तो चुरा लेंगे

यही तो हुआ था पहले भी

आसमान भर हवा

एक गाँठ में समाती है अब

उतना भी बिना हक

सारी दुनिया से छिपाती है अब .

Reasons are too many

Reasons are none

For the way you walked away

For the way you turned.

You gave me hope

And you made me sad

You kept me confused

Of whatever we had.

It is kind of good

It is kind of bad

Living with hope

With nothing in your hand.

I looked for you within

I looked for you without

There were no traces

Of your whereabout.

But I know for sure

With a hint of doubt

You are not gone for good

My dreams your hideout.

How does it feel?
Like everyone is busy
Yet is not so
Like the phones are ringing
But no one speaks from the other side
Like the other side is uninterested
And this side even more so
Like it doesn't matter
And I do not know
Like there's too much stillness around
And atoms colliding ferociously underneath
Like trying to be busy
Doing something senseless like me
Like butterflies inside
Are having fits
And they decide to flutter
In crazy bits
Like to diminish the feeling of working within four walls
The walls have been moved away
But they are still there
Like they will close in on you
If you for long stare.