सरहद

मैं तीन मंज़िल के एक मकान मे रहता हु।

वो बालकनी जहा AC टेंगा हुआ है।   

तीसरी मंज़िल पे वही मेरा घर हैं।
मेरा घर एक सरहद का काम करता हैं। 
इसके एक ओर गगन चुम्बी इमारते हैं। 

इन इमारतों में सैंकड़ो घर है। 

इन घरो की खिड़कियों से मैंने किसी को भी।
कभी झांकते हुए नहीं है। 

शाम ढलते ही मनो रौशनी जो कैद है। 

इन्ही खिड़कियों से निकलने की कोशिश करती है। 

मैं खुद इसका गवाह हु। 

मेरे घर के दूसरी ओर एक बस्ती है। 

इन लोगो ने अपने माकन  ground floor 

तक ही सिमित रखा है। 

इन्हे नहीं पता की सरहद के उस ओर क्या है। 

यह मुझे मेरे किराये के मकान मे देख 

कर  सोचते है की यह बहुत अमीर हैं। 

यह सब मेरे घर में रौशनी कैद पते हैं 

मई खुद इसका गवाह हु। 

वो सरहद वाले। 

मेरे घर की उम्मीद मे है। 

और मै सरहद के उस ओर वाले की। 

कभी न कभी हमारे हालात बदलेंगे। 

सरहद के उस ओर वाले इस और आएंगे 

की नहीं यह तो समय को ही पता है। 

पर फ़िलहाल मेरा घर एक सरहद का काम करता हैं। 

                                                                    - साहिल 

CYCLONE

I woke up today,

And I was in a different bay;

I had forgotten and before I could say,

They locked me up so I don’t stray.

I used to write poems and proses

With a depth meaning and 

In the different genres;

I still don’t give a fuck;

Even when the views are meagre,

At times I do see the cyclone;

That creates a clone,

Who watches the devil,

That hangs his shadow as a veil.

I don’t know how to steal the key;

At a moment when he cannot see.

It seems he wants my soul as a fee.

But the moment I open the lock;

I will be getting free.

The only thing I know, 

I know that you don't know how;

To please everybody all the times,

Cause everybody fucking changing their minds.

A little bit faded, a little bit jaded.

Don't want to stop, won't be persuaded.

To write perceptions I can't believe in;

Written 250 poems and 50 quotes, only 650 likes,

6010 impressions have passed through these retinas;

And every single day I wish this number just increases.

The dying old hopes are just growing my new fears.

Don't know where I'm going, but I know how I got here,

I don't know where I'm running but I know how to run;

Cause, running's the only thing I've always done,

I don't know what I'm doing but I remember what I've done

I have a hungry soul, I'm a loaded clone.

The Gadget Free Sunday

He grew up a hoteliers child. He used to see his parents on Sundays. It was their day. They used to call it The Gadget Free Sunday.

As both the parents worked at the hotel, they had little interaction with their son throughout the week. Sunday was where the whole family got up late, get ready and head out for a ride. The used to leave all their gadgets at home.

Everyone around them found it a little weird at first. Some still find it annoying, “What if there is an urgency?” they say. But this does not bothers the family. When they go out they carry their books or other reading material and their dog buddy. Sometimes they travel to a new place and sometimes to the same place as last time. They laugh, talk, play, eat and most importantly spend time making memories and not waste while capturing them from a perfect angle. 

By the evening they drive back to their place. The father tucks the little fellow in the bed and they themselves go off to sleep prepared for the next six tiresome days. On the first floor the little fellow dozes off to sleep wishing the next Gadget Free Sunday comes sooner than the this one did.

In this new age we are missing out on making memories and busy capturing them. We should make time for our loved ones and set our priorities right.

May You Find Time For A Gadget Free Sunday.