Thursday, December 10, 2009


नज़र नाज़ुक हैरान सर--आम हुई है
कब सुबह हुई और कब शाम हुई है

शमा बुझ गयी परवाने जलते ही रहे
आज मय एक तनहा जाम हुई है

उम्र भर दास्ताँ कई तहों में लिखी
दो लफ़्ज़ों में ही गुफ्तगू तमाम हुई है

चाँद टपका रात भरी आँख से सनम
लबों की ये धूप भी गुमनाम हुई है

ये मंज़र नया भी पुराना भी है
ख़ामोशी ही तूफ़ान का पैगाम हुई है

इस रंग--महफ़िल में संभलना 'मिराज'
यहाँ कोरी हया भी बदनाम हुई है

Wednesday, December 02, 2009


guzar jate hain inhe aaj thaam lijiye

ye aus k lamhe hain, na jane dijiye

shab na ho chand na seher na aaftab

pighalti hui roshni hai, samet lijiye

naye khel dekhiye chashme badal badal

maile mausam ka hakim, kya kijiye

aankho k samandar ki lehron ki saazish

dil chahe din, chahe to raat kijiye

khwaish ki lau jo hui jati hai madham

chaand se kuch taare aaj, baant lijiye

ye khala nahi 'Mirage' mehfil-e-sukoon hai

har saans par ek naya jaam pijiye.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

On the gallows of wishful thinking
i redeem my sordid moments and wail
i swing suspended in clouds of wrath
and take a swig of hope to fail
the rites of life in the holy fire
the incantation fickle and frail
as i paint afresh my earth
with blood dried and colored pale

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Yun hi...

meri kalam, teri kalam,
kya fark hai zubaano me;
wo ashq kya, lahu nahi,
wo syahi nahi jo lafzon me;
wo seher kya, wo shaam kya,
kya fark hai paimaano me;
wo jaam kya jo na ho zeher,
jo na jal uthe maikhano me;
kya aaj kya hai kal kahan,
is pal se usko rashq hai;
mai aaj hun yakin nahi,
jo hai wo shayad aks hai.

Sunday, August 02, 2009

one last effort

Tears, that half stop in my eyes
Shreds I snatch and scratch all around
My face I hide behind the veil
As I listen to the haunted sound

Tonight again the color altered
The light split in seven sounds
As my day dressed as groom
Married my night in seven bounds

Scratches became scars yet show
And bleed enough for them to hound
Those trickles I still hold in my eyes
Trickles that will fertile the ground

No no I must hide, burst open myself
Parts torn and sewn for parts to pound
And hang over the seven skies
Split in light and split in sound

Friday, July 17, 2009


A long lost vision
I had and had
that came and vanished
came back and went
when the clouds hung low
in the violet swings
the surf surged through sky
as the moon wept
stars dropped dead
the earth heaved
In the dark of the night
the oceans had melt
leaves flew off
to the distant lands
to grow on trees
the blossoms crept

and I towed and towed
with the broken vases
and spilled soiled words
drooping to pick
picking to droop
the wilted petals from
the desolate paradise
floating on the dry tears
weaving cheap chimeras
seamed with fine gossamers
hanging loose from the
forgotten tales of the lost memories
humming the haunted tones
that reverberate in rotten corners

as I collect silent sounds from
broken tables and soggy bread
mangled cutlery, mildewed bed
moth eaten clothes wrapped tight
on frozen skeletons pearly white
I hear the cuckoo clock cry
broken time bleeds to try
one last effort to match the step
to set in motion the dance of life.

Saturday, July 04, 2009


through the fissures I guide
the humble breaths in
in inside of me
to the dry most core
of my parched self
sucking in some fresh death
laden with the moist tears
and strands of a few succulent dreams
flesh white with life
eyes oozing blood
till death holds on
I shall not give up.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The rising smoke from the burnt milk
Wafting circling wafting up
Scum on the stove Smells of hunger
Wafting circling wafting up
The charred pan desire stained,
Stare hard at the red red flesh,
The blackened milk holds me back,
Bound and tied in a hunger mesh,
Oh the child wails and wails
And oh the child wails so loud
What shall be fed
To the wailing child
For the child who wails
Child has to be fed
The burnt dry blood
The burnt dry milk
For the endless hunger
The red black milk
The black red blood.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

midnight dawn

the shadow of the glittering light
a passing whim, a sniffle slight
drapes the sea goes back to yearn
the sultry moment on waves to burn
the incense dark with vapors cold
to weave dew drops in a goblet gold
the ether melts the fires moan
melody entrapped in voids forlorn
brought back to play by the shadow bright
the shadow of the glittering light
as it flows from the golden urn
the burning silver of the sun

Wednesday, March 04, 2009


I listen to the clamor of a broken chime,
Fingers trying to recreate a broken rhyme.

I used to feel the verse I borne,
But words fell dead in their prime.

Living each moment was I, in the past,
A zombie I move in the frozen time.

I trace and retrace the steps I did tread,
Groveling for marks in grunge and grime.

I suffer not from dementia I know,
Stuck up within my own sweet slime.

Too long has “MIRAGE” for limitations argued,
What follows now is some dead dry rime.

Sunday, January 18, 2009


दर्द बस तब तक महसूस होता है,
जब तक फांस दिखती है आँख को,
और उँगलियाँ करती हैं कोशिश,
उसे निकाल फेंकने की,
एक पतली सी सुई लेकर.
जब फांस दिखती नही,
मे मान जाती हूँ,
की दर्द नही है अब.

Saturday, January 10, 2009


समय के झड़ते फूलों की
कुछ एक पंखुडी
रख ही लेनी चाहिए
संभाल के
कभी कभी बसंत
बोहत देर से आता है.

An attempt at translation,

from the falling flowers of time,
some petals shoul be kept,
as souveniers,
at times spring,
arrives very late.

For all the time i have not been here i just want to say i missed it very much but circumstances kept me away. hope to be present.

I am Sorry!

Koi kissa kahani nahi kehna chahti, Roohein roz bikti hain yahan, Aur humne outraged ho kar khoob dekhein hain tamashe yun hi. Mai...