--- dekhti hai....

Kaee hisse hain....in hisson ke tukrdon mein...phisal kar...tooti hui hai raat....

Hatheli ke ghoshe se tapakta hua….issi tukrde ka bannd andhera…

Aur meri aakhon se machatla hua…bachpan ka sawal….

"Chaand toh muthi se banta hai…na….."

Haath bheej kar...chandni ko sametne ki koshish

Ungliyon par larazti hui...thamne ki khawaish...

Uska raftar par kadam...mera har aahat par...ruk jaana...

Gher kar usko pakrdh lun....

To kya ho...

Bandhi hui raat, kandhe par ...gumsum...

Apne lootey huey aks ka raks dekti hai....

Shuruwat.......

My streak to write pursued me at the most crucial times of my life...times of internal conflict and external composure.....i often found myself torn between the instinctive flow to write and the internalized value to deliver....in that sense poetry was away from delivery....it was ...is....a conception.....

After years of engagement with a shivering thought inside and a stuttered reality outside....i own my BEing.....

A poet.....

In the quest to find the ownership of unspoken desires....dreams and distances......

I bring you my voice on the terrain of its imagined absences and coveted abandon......