अजीब दु:ख है खुदा का भी,
हम भी तो उसे गुमराह करते हैं।
माली फूल को बरसात और
कुम्हार बर्तन को धूप चाहता हैं।
खुदा भी कभी गुमराह हो जाता है,
तभी तो बारिश, धूप कभी साथ लाता है।
खुदा युं ही नहीं गुमराह हो जाता है।

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Sweat drips down the
hollow of her neck and
flowers bloom at its edge. 
A gardener labours with
loose soil in his hands. 

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Your rough roots need
a gardener.
Who'll embrace your roughness
and water them.

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What do you call a gardener
who sowed seeds of blossoms
but fell for a wildflower?

A lover?
A betrayer?
Or merely,
A gardener?

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Gardener

I'll cut this grapevine growing on me,
strangling my existence for
poise and society.
I'll pluck the twigs that were
trapped in my locks
while lying on the grass,
kissing my lover who left.
I'll break the thorns that crave me,
only to prick when are denied
the loan of my love.
I'll make a garland from the flowers
of a cactus I lived and loved,
that I shall wear
on my curvy waist flaunting
my flabby navel.
I'll nourish the weed growing in my tresses,
for nothing is expected of them,
for they're destined to be a mess.
I'll grow lilies in my hand, and give them away
to little girls,
not as souvenirs from a free woman,
but as seeds that open a fire of free will.

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पूछते रहे वो पौधे ...
हाल अपने माली का..
जो अब कही और के पौधों को
बड़ा करने में लगा है..

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सिर्फ गुलाब देने से.....
अगर मोहब्बत हो जाती....
तो सारे 'शहर'का महबूब....
बन जाता माली....!! 🌹

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my plant is happy.
how does one reach to such
conclusion?

i failed trying to fit this poetry
into the one i knew. so, i am leaving
the seed of this idea
on its own to let it
grow

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A farmer and a gardener,
once, spoke to a writer.
Told him, their works
are fairly kindred.

Curiousity-stuck wordsmith,
awakened
requested them to kindly
enlighten.

Farmer said:
'I grow food for body,
you grow food for mind.
Our love for nature
is unfeigned.'

Gardener joined:
'As poems have beauty of words,
my flowers have the beauty of worlds.
I till layers of soil,
you till layers of soul.'

The humbled wordsmith
kissed their palms in respect.
Joined the wise men,
to learn, to write, to cultivate.

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