‘The Corner’

‘The Corner’ by my desk where Siddhartha Gautama meets Jalaluddin Muhammad Akbar meets Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi meets Jehangir Jani. Artworks/artists respectively are ‘Siddhartha’ by Siddharth, ‘Akbar’ by Jawad Ahmad, ‘Mahatma and the Dandi Yatra’ by India Post, and ‘Penis in Three Dimensions’ by dear Jehangir Jani. Their sentiments are not hurt being so close to each other. The wall tells me it is secular – in colour and creed.

Himalayan Cottage

Six-Bed Duplex Cottage with the best viewing gallery on the western slopes of Mukteshwar hills. Plenty of Lounging, Dining and Cooking spaces. Terraced lawn, Deck and kitchen garden on unmeasured lot. Three fireplaces and chimneys. A private road through pristine woods. Perennial stream 100 feet below. Peach, apricot, apple and lemon trees with flowering shrubs and a herbs nursery. Two cows and eight goats with grazing rights. Cheetals, Sambar and an occasional Leopard pass by to entertain. Views to kill for. Beats Vastu frauds. Not for sale. The picture is mine, not the house.

‘बाबा’ नियाज़ हैदर

Remembering ‘Baba’ Niyaz Haider on (probably) his 45 death anniversary. 

कल एक गुंडा सरहदे बिजनौर में पकड़ा गया 

कैसा गुंडा था के जो इस  दौर में पकड़ा गया दौर 

– ‘बाबा’ नियाज़ हैदर 

the couplet was recited during one of his ‘nukkad mushairas’ which could happen anywhere between Bazar Sitaram to Okhla during his long walks.

वो नाकाम कोशिशों का दिन था

वो नाकाम कोशिशों का दिन था। 
उस हाड़ जामऊ सर्दी और 
अंधे कोहरे वाले दिन 
ये दो कौवे 
इसी पेड़ की 
इन दो शाखों पर 
एक दूसरे से मुँह फेरे 
परली सुबह से 
गुमसुम बैठे थे। 

एक गिलहरी दो बार 
उनके पास जा 
उन्हें उकसा आयी 
सुझा आई
‘बात कर के ख़त्म करो’  
फिर भी उन्हें चुप देख 
बेचारी ख़ामोश लौट आई  
वो नाकाम कोशिशों का दिन था

उस हाड़ जामऊ सर्दी के दिन
बरामदे में खड़ा मेरा शरीर 
जिसे अकड़ जाना था 
ओस सा रिस रहा था 
यक़ीनन 
वो नाकाम कोशिशों का दिन ही था। 

Beyond the window

Beyond the window

there was haze                / and dust

almost always.

the lights inside 

were not a threat

it was never dark outside

we made love in daylight

almost always

the roller blinds

the dirty panes

the hissing breeze

the bolted door

           were witness.

the evening rush

the honking cars

a speeding jeep

revving bikes

the rising smoke

added to the haze.

behind the ridge

the setting sun

a pair of crows

landing on the ledge

where the air conditioner whirred

ejaculating heat.

It was cold inside

almost always

till she hissed in my ear

tickled my balls

in her three fingers

a thumb and her ring finger

resisting the temptation

my lips busy

first

suckling her left tit

and then the right

as my tongue travelled 

in a straight line

over her bossom

closer to my face

she stood at an angel

keeping an eye on door

and the other eye

and her left hand

on the unfinished bar

of Cadbury chocolate