~ Gohar .. ~ / ~ Pearl .. ~

Picture Courtesy: Sanjay Pandita

~ Gohar .. ~

Mah uroosi (Honeymoon),

Meri kundan nigah aur Mahtaab ki ..

 Woh dhoodh ki pyali, aadhi bhari,

Larazti geeli ungliyan, nigah ki, un pe sarakti,

Woh Mahtaab ka sharmana,

Abr (cloud) sa ghoonghat uth jana,

Nigaah ka, ulfat ke naghme gungunana .. phir .. dohrana ..

Sej Kaamdani (wire work on clothe), sitaron ki,

Lachhe, gote, kaliyan, sili ..

Mahtaab tab kare nigah ko ghaayal,

Chanka ke chaandni ki, chaandi ki paayal,

Mahtaab ne, saanjh ke shikore se, ek pehli hansi jab undeli,

Nigah ne nigah bhar fauran pi daali,

Mahtaab phir zor se khilkhalaya,

Khush Mah ko dekh, nigah ne kaan main fusfusaya —

“Sochti hoon jo ye hota,

Aasmanon se mustafeed (pleased) ho ke, ek roz,

Tu mere pehlu main utar ke sota,

Sone si angrhaiyan teri, main chunti, phir bunti,

Mujh se khoob marasim (relation) tu, tujh pe iqtedaar(right) na khota,

Yak takiye ko door chutti pe bhej, apne Maskan (house) se,

Mere bisaat(bedding) e pistaan (bosom) pe, tu neenden pirota,

Meri jhoot hi bheechi, khushk palkhon ko,

Tu apne khushroo (graceful) khawaabon main bhighota,

Choomti meri ungliyan,

Tera ek ek sakoot (silence) e pora,

Nichod deti labon se,

Qiwaam (essence) e husn tera,

Piti meri muztarib (impatient) nazar bhi,

Boond boond, tera shabaab e jamaal chehra,

Ae’ Mahtaab, mere nayaab ‘Gohar’,

Kaash .. kaash ki tu, sirf aur sirf, mera hi hota …’’

~ Pearl .. ~

Honeymooning with Moon,

My hazel eyes ..

It, a half-filled goblet, of milk,

In those groping tempted fingers ..

Clouds would when unveil the Shy moon,

My eyes would sing the melodies of love .. once .. again ..

Cot beaded with thousand stars,

Trinkets and glitters, tucked fast, too..

Moonlight burning holes, such silver, such sensuous,

Killer Moon, thus preying my naïve eyes …

Moon chuckled when, aficionado of twilight,

Eyes drank it, at the very first innocent sight,

Moon laughed so clear this time,

Seeing it amused, eyes, hence softly murmured —

“Would you ever know how I wish?

When gratified with your skies, some day,

You would glide down, to me ..

Gilded yawns of you, I’d lovingly pluck and pot again ..

So, being inclined, you would always be beautiful and mine ..

Denouncing in my house, the use of one pillow that I’ve,

My bosom would serve you truly, to find your sleep ..

My nocturnal eyes, closed, when telling an arid lie,

Your shrubbery dreams would then seep into them ..

Every serene pore of your virgin white body,

Would be kissed, by slow caress of my fingers,

Nipping, squeezing between my lips,

The moonlit essence of your nimble soul,

Then would my impatient eyes suckle,

On the dripping grace of your face …

Ah, Moon! My Moon! My precious ‘Pearl’!

Would forever wish … wish that you were, only ‘n only mine!”