Word Potrait #7 …The Housekeeping


He is a Four feet lean, shy man. His lack of confidence and humbleness of his life exudes from every pore of his body. I watch him as he walks around barefoot cleaning the high-tech exercising machines in an urban gym. Wonder what he feels when he watches those tall ,muscular, well-to-do men pumping away and becoming stronger. This little housekeeping man… where does he think he belongs walking in the midst of these nebulous men.

Perhaps he has to adjust his perspective every time he steps out of the gym leaving behind the blue cleaning liquid and it’s companion rag.


रूह साथी

समय की परतों में दूर कहीं
जगमगाते तारे से
रेखाओं और रंगों के परखी
इन्द्रधनुष से


आये और अपनी छटा बिखेर
अचरज भरी आँखों को
नम कर अंतर्धान हो गए |

मैं उन परतों को अब
तुम्हारे रंगों और रेखाओ
को देख
विस्मित सी …

उन निशब्द चित्रों की
अथाह भाषा में खो
रही ….

तुम्हे तो समय ने बांध लिया
पर तुम अपने
हाथों के निशान
इतने करीने से
छोड़ गए
की समय की बंदिश भी
तुम्हे रोक न सकी
मुझसे बात कहने से |

शायद यही रूह का साथ है
यही रूहानी पहचान है |

Word Potrait #6 The Girl on the rope

It was a summer day . The usual bus ride seemed longer. A torture. When I finally entered the car my head was still spinning over the unfair weather condition . Thoughts raced from global warming to my failings … but yea I wanted to pin it all on the weather.The feeling of discomfort and resentment shone on my sweaty face.
I meticulously engaged in weaving a web of these musings as the sweat slowly dying as the car’s air conditioning took over .

I was still nestling and wrestling these thoughts when I spotted her . On a tight rope . In the summer heat. Her knees bend over and resting on a copper plate balanced on the rope strung between two bamboo poles. Her ankles shining in the heat. Her toes gripping the rope. She held a bamboo stick to embrace her centre of gravity as her head balanced a couple of metal pots stacked one over other.

She slowly rhythmically pushed the plate( her knees were bent on) ahead over the rope. There was music I guess but I was deaf to it. I couldn’t think anymore. She had no expression on her face. I felt she had no face.Just the brown baked skin melting in the merciless heat .

She made me feel insanely rich at the same time robbed me of the luxury to complain ….. and pin everything on the weather.