First Rain

इंतजार

Moments

फितरत में नहीं की किसी से नाराज़ हों
बस यादों को देख कर नजरे खता हो गई
मुस्कुराते रहे हैं इन खामोशियों में
इस 'काश' से जगड़ते हुए

जरूरतों ने मुसाफिर बना दिया
बस एक छोटी सी बात को बताने में
मुझे बदल कर खुद बदल गए अपने याराने में

- Rahul Srivastava

Words those were prisoned in the pauses
Words are now jewel shining like an art

Words those were the mysteries
Words are now wheeling with the stars

Words those never knew each other
Words are now alien limit of an ocean

Words those were trapped grazing the death barriers
Words are now cherished as a leaflet of quartz

- Rahul Srivastava

Stephen Hawking

With the idea of big bang
A collapse of a black hole in reverse
You were like a sky scrapper
Towering above the universe

With a trillion tiny universe in your brain
When a cosmos never makes a mistake
A subtle mind was awake

Duly of his proportion aesthetic or intellectual
You beat your disease with the exceptional 50 years

- Rahul Srivastava

Wander

To wander to be one of few
To wander to be anxiously true

To pass on the courage to the deficit
To urge them to keep moving through

To be honest as the sunshine
To be calm as when the winds breathe low

I wander to be a wanderer
Till the rituals walk with the shadow and soul.

- Rahul Srivastava

Of seeing you in blue,
suits you more than true.

You froze me like an olaf,
between the hemlock tree and the snow.

A woman like a sun of my smile,
you carry your heels better than grace of any style.

A red wine and a song,
you dance like a princess over the dawn.

I am soaring high,
with the memories behind.

- Rahul Srivastava

कि कुछ हमसे किनारे ऐसे छूट गए
कुछ यार थे जो पुराने रूठ गए

नाराजगी में भी वो हस्ते रहे हम मुस्कुराते रहे
इस दोस्ती कि बागबानी को आज भी हम सिचते रहे

तुम सुनो तो बताएं खैरियत अपनी
आज भी दिलों पर लिखने का हुनर आता है

- Rahul Srivastava

Imagination that stumbled in the void,
There is still time and the nodding science.

Distanced by dream, a wind broken tree
Beneath the roots silence pipes the magic tune.

Passing light years, stone by stone
The existence can be seen on patriarch's brow.

I lay my void in the dust,
Where marble crumbles and asks what the time has done.

-Rahul Srivastava