Scorched

Scorched 
You have me mesmerised, he said, 
I gaze fixedly upon your visage, helpless,
Even as the brilliance of your effuse, 
scorches my skin and blinds my eyes, 
And you just watch? 
unmoved, imperious, Goddess like ? 
Don't you see, she sighed,
Even as I long to hold you in close embrace,
This pedestal to which you'd me relegate,
Constraints me likewise?
If I were to step aside,
Scorched I'd be too,
And can only stay safe,
If I act Goddess like ?
-Vinny
31/12/15

She

She 
Poisoned by misery, she is 
Bitter stony cold 
Her life writ large on her face 
Every crinkle in the maze 
A story worth a tell
Poverty , she began
The worst fate that ever befell
Saps the might of men
And all that followed thereafter
Merely navigation in a soulless domain
Bitter stony cold
God lives in the light my dear
Therefore be whatever, never be poor
Not a tear nor a tremble
Just bitter stony cold
-Vinny
4/12/15

A Bridge

A Bridge 
Do you know , she said,
That I often peer across time and space,
Agape,Seeking an interface,
Across the realms that contain us,
For every little golden speck that ruffles your hair,
Brings me a smile and lights up my face,
I think I'll build us a bridge, he said,
Across the containment in time and space,
A transcendental loop,
Open,ductile nevertheless true ,
For I too smile, when you do !!
Vinny
28/12/15

बस यूँ ही

बस यूँ ही 

ग़लिबन यूँ हुआ होगा, 
वो कुछ ख़फ़ा हुआ होगा,
फिर रूठ कर बेवजह,
चला गया होगा,
कुछ दूर जा ठिठका होगा,
अपने हर ज़हन से लड़ा होगा, 
फिर मुड़ा होगा, 
अब उसे गिला होगा, 
लेकिन, 
लौट किस सबब आए,
बस यही सोचता होगा ।।
-विनी
१५/१२/१५

नज़्म

नज़्म 
वोह बहुत दूर से पूछता है हाल मेरा,
रात बहुत सर्द है, ये कैसे कहते हैं ?
यूँ तो किसी साये ने सताया नहीं दिन भर, 
लेकिन धूप में तपिश बहुत है, कैसे कहते हैं? 
गूँजतीं हुई तन्हाई की ख़ामोश सी आवाज़,
इस ज़बान में ख़ैरियत कैसे कहते हैं?
बँट गए हैं हम ज़र्रा ज़र्रा दामन दामन,
इस बात को आख़िर कैसे कहते हैं?
नाम ले कर उस का पुकारा मूसलसल,
जैसे वोह सुन ले वैसे,कैसे कहते हैं ?
हमने क्या ना कहा, उस ने क्या ना सुना,
जो उनकही रह गयी वोह बात कैसे कहते हैं?
सुबह का गया वोह लौटा नहीं शब भर
हमें इंतज़ार है बहुत, ये कैसे कहते हैं ?
लौट आए हम जो गए थे मस्जिद दुआ माँगने,
जो जानता हो सब कुछ उस से अपनी बात कैसे कहते हैं ?
-विनी
२०/१२/१५

speechless

She,
loved the treble in his voice, 
Lost herself in the caress of his whispered words, 
Longed to hear him speak, 
He , 
thought her eyes were gifts,
Wrapped in gold,
And each time she opened them,
He lost his voice and heard them speak,
And thus speechless, they remained, without,
Listening, to the echo of heartbeats within ...
-Vinny
15/1/16

Snowflakes

Snowflakes 
I came up to the edge of the sill, she said,
But tarried,
Fearing the jump,
Did you not see me waiting?he said,
If only you'd jumped,
The massed white would enfold you too,
As it does me,
I fear the drop and the fall,
The Unknown, 
The assimilation with the whole, 
Will I still be me? 
Thus enfolded? 
There's not much time, he whispered urgently, 
Come step away from the sill
Softly with the breeze 
For while you ponder  the jump,
From the edge of the sill,
It's time to melt, liquid 
In the blink of a heartbeat,
That moment will not wait.
Vinny 
10/3/16