Sab wahi, phir bhi nahin

Deewarein wahi
Tasveerein wahi,
Phir bhi vey rang badalti see kyon hain

Aine mein mera chehra wahi
Per rangat badli se kyon hai

Muddaton ke baad khuli hai ek khidki,
Phoolon se chhan kar aati dhoop,
Apne saath le ayi hai,
Bheetar, kuch rang naye.

Dreamcatcher

A dreamcatcher hanging over my head,
Whenver I sleep,
Yet, nightmares are the only ones I see.
Is the legend false,
Or is the dreamcatcher helpless.
Do I dare to check if it is trapping
Worst nightmares than the ones I see.

On belonging

Who does one really belong to?
One self primarily, one might think.
But , does one really?
Is that really belonging,
Or a longing,
A keening yearning,
That has no name, no shape
and yet, has a large lingering presence
In one’s dreamless nights.
Again, who does one really belong to?