His design

we were not meant
to sleep and eat
and do nothing else beside
or else He would have
surely seen to it
that the cook were
not fitter than I !

To my son,on his birthday

as you flex your biceps
and shrug into your Arrow shirt
you cannot imagine, my son
that I see before me
not a tall and slender Adonis
but a tiny bundle that on this day
fifteen years ago
gave joy a new, everlasting nuance

zameer

ज़मीर भी क्या बला है
जब जगता है
मध्य वर्गी भारतीय जीवन
दुशवार कर देता है

जेब से platinum कार्ड
निकलते ही
किसी भूखे,नंगे बच्चे
का चेहरा दिखा देता है

what?

an emptiness fills me 
that neither speaks
nor lets silence be
and relentlessly
smothers every 
urge to be free
of its slavery